I wasn’t going to go see Mad Max: Fury Road this weekend. Not because it doesn’t look good, because it does, what with Charlize Theron slowly but surely turning into a badass action hero and all.
And not because I’m a raving misogynist like this guy, who thinks the word “feminist” is an insult, and also that women are icky.
No, the reason I wasn’t going to go see Mad Max: Fury Road this weekend is because I never go to the movies, because going to the movies is hard. They’re crowded and far away and there’s always some jerk on the cell phone and some kid throwing popcorn in my hair, and if you’re late, you end up sitting too close to the screen, and if you’re early, some creep sits right next to you and smells funny. Also, my attention span just keeps getting shorter and shorter.
But now I have to go, somehow, just to piss of the misogynists.
Also, because it will be nice to have a Mad Max who’s not a crazy anti-Semite.