The Triumph of ‘Wonder Woman’

The Triumph of Wonder Woman

The box office has made its ruling, and the verdict is clear. You can’t keep a wonderful woman down.

“Wonder Woman,” which opened this weekend, is a mammoth hit, meeting the most optimistic expectations and setting up its director, Patty Jenkins, for a place in the record books. It’s on track to earn between $90 and $105 million domestically by Monday morning, according to industry projections. That’s the best debut ever for a movie directed by a woman.

My colleague Maureen Dowd explored this stark gender disparity in a cover story for The Times’s magazine in late 2015, noting that in the previous two years, “women were only 1.9 percent of the directors for the 100 top-grossing films.”

“Excluding their art-house divisions, the six major studios released only three movies last year with a female director,” Dowd added, referring to 2014.

And since then? According to The Hollywood Reporter, women represented 9 percent of the directors of the 250 top-grossing movies domestically in 2015 and just 7 percent last year.

“Wonder Woman” is an important challenge to that unconscionable imbalance. It’s an equally important step toward more big-screen portrayals of female characters as strong, independent leaders. There’s been some improvement on that front, perhaps best exemplified by “The Hunger Games” franchise, but in the realm of superheroes, women have continued to lag far behind, as I noted in a column in late 2013 about how often a “Wonder Woman” movie had been contemplated, how long the wait for it was turning out to be, and how determined Hollywood was to mint new male superheroes in the meantime.

The producer, director and writer Ryan Murphy is championing female directors through a resolve to give at least 50 percent of the directing jobs on his television series — which include “American Crime Story,” “American Horror Story” and “Feud ”— to women, people of color or L.G.B.T. people. The first season of “Feud,” which explored the relationship between Joan Crawford and Bette Davis, wasn’t simply fantastic; it was one of the sharpest, most painful examinations ever of how brutally and reductively so many women are treated as they grow older, particularly in Hollywood. The lineup of Sunday-night television that “Feud” was a part of also included “Girls,” “Big Little Lies” and more: a trove of meaty, juicy roles for actresses of all ages.

Sofia Coppola just won the best director prize at Cannes, for her movie “The Beguiled,” becoming only the second woman to nab that award. It’s ridiculous that there have only been two. But two is a whole lot better than one.

And now here’s “Wonder Woman,” proving that magical bracelets can have the same power — both on the battlefield and at the box office — as a flashy codpiece. She’s fresher than any “Batman” of late and fiercer than any “Superman” of recent vintage, but she’s lonely. May her sorority expand, and fast.

Read the full New York Times article here.

who cares

Who gives a fuck?
What for?
What experience do you seek?
It’s been too long.
There’s a gap.
You’re on the other side of it.

Really? Why?
Move on.
You’re late.
You never arrived.
Everything everyone says is true.
Listen to them.

Stop while you’re ahead.
The market is saturated.
Oh my god, there you go again.
Let it go.
That’s not you.

It was a stupid idea, anyway.
It didn’t have legs.
You’re not ready.
That someone else’s idea, that’s already happened.

Forgot that shit, let’s do something fun.
Let’s go out.
Let’s go get a drink.
I wanna binge watch that show.
You have to come with me.
This is better.

the double life

I know about things

I am a new person, I may not be the smartest, but I know what’s right for me. I know my value.

I know the feeling of being alone
I know how it feels to have your heart broken
I know how it feels to lose a parent mentally
I know the feeling of always watching your back from every angle
I know the feeling of being handcuffed — being shoved into a cop car and being treated like a criminal
I know the feeling when you feel the rush in your fists and face but step back because you know what you are capable of doing
I know the feeling of carrying drugs in your backpack and hoping you won’t get caught
I know the feeling of having your own mother cry, and you’re the reason why
I know the feeling of punching the wall
I know the feeling of crying at night and picking yourself up the next day and pretending nothing ever happened
I know the feeling of hopping over the fence fearing either you will get your jeans caught or be chased down
I know the feeling of hitting rock bottom.
I know the feeling of living that double life.

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Excerpt: I Put My Life Together by Katherine Secaida from Before There Were Bars, POPS The Club

all we did was play

 

We’ve been conditioned to move from a place of what loves us and almost every decision we make now is based on what other people think about us.

If you are under the illusion that these things outside of you are what complete you, you will always be a victim because everything has to change to make you happy.

When you were a kid you were just effortlessly creating and living in the moment, and that same effortless creativity is available to you right now. You are what you love, not what loves you.

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Kyle Cease

http://www.evolvingoutloud.com

my reinvigoration

pops the club

I am a clock set on self-destruct
I am hidden, stuck behind walls to keep safe,
I am my greatest enemy,
I am the only person standing,
Yet, I am standing in my own way,
I am the finger looking to point and blame others for all my pain,
I am mad and upset,
I am lost and hidden and scared,
I am misunderstood and judged,
I am such a disappointment,
I am my worst judge.
But I am here,
And I am ready.

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Mireya Sanchez Annibali, Pops The Club (Pain of the Prison System)

the 10:00 a.m. poem

pops the club

Sunny day, roses bloom
Two more hours until it hits noon
Light beaming, dogs barking
Blue sky, day starting
Students running, buses stopping
Stomp the yard, bags dropping
Teachers screaming
Students dreaming
The day’s rolling
Feels slow it’s still morning
On social media, all just scrolling
We all wanna have fun, just go bowling.

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Jesse Rodriguez, Pops The Club

wanderers

Sunday morning, Newark Airport.
There’s something peaceful and spacious about airports.
I don’t mean physical space, more mental.
A kind of respite, an approved time to be pseudo-online, there but not.
I’m tired.
An early flight turns to delayed departure.

Time goes from linear, back and forth
To north and south, skyscraper heights.
Like a hallway leading to a palatial room,
Time expands.
And invites sleepy eyelids and work-horse body to release.

I watch high schoolers come and go from their gate.
There’s the popular, the artist, the nerd, and everything in between.
All of them scream love me, accept me!
Makes me think of my teens.

Where did I fit in?
Did I ever?
I wanted to be them all.
I was the inquisitive one, the shy one, the walking contradiction.
Begging to be loud and rambunctious and invisible all at the same time.

Suddenly…
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