We interrupt your regular programming so that I can have a fan girl moment – I love Brie Larson.
I must be one of the only people in the world who doesn’t enjoy watching films. I get fidgety. My sister point blank refuses to go to the cinema with me or even entertain the idea of me putting Netflix on because I have to Google the run time of every film before it starts and I lose my concentration within the first twelve minutes. The only good thing about the cinema is pick & mix. The nachos always seem like a good idea but I hate that little pot of gloopy tepid “cheese” shit they give you – what a stupidly messy food to make people eat in the dark. Basically, what I’m trying to say, is that I haven’t seen “Room” but going off the fact that Brie Larson won an Oscar for it, I’m pretty sure it’s a good film.
It was actually an interview that I read in The Sun – someone had, quite rightly, abandoned that wank rag on a train, I didn’t buy it – that cemented my love for her when she talked about having to audition for all the “sexy girl” roles in Hollywood in the same “sexy girl” uniform that has become custom. The push up bra and the jean skirt. People still wear denim skirts in America and they call them jean skirts, which makes them sound cooler but the rest of the world know better. A denim skirt is up there on my “Stop Doing That Immediately” list, along with when women wear strapless tops with normal bras so their bra straps just come out all brazenly from the top like “hey, I could pass as being the straps to a vest top from a distance”. No you fucking can’t. Anyway, I digress but this is what she said about old roles she had to do compared to the ones she will be doing, and I like it:
It’s finding a way for us to really share what it means to be a beautiful, strong, sexy, commanding woman that doesn’t just look like one thing and it’s not your average weird 14-year-old’s fantasy. I hated every time I could feel a director eyeing me and trying to put me in wardrobe that was like what he used to visualise as a teenager. We need to break free of that. But that involves it coming from both sides
I like her because she’s honest. I like her for admitting that some directors can be creeps like that and try and mould the female lead in any film to their little fantasy. I like that she’s admitted that sometimes you grin and fucking bear it because you need the job even when you’re sick of people looking at your face but thinking about your tits. I like that she complained about that rather than the pay inequality for women in films (sorry, I know it is the principle that women should be paid the same in any industry but come on, it is a lot harder to sympathize with multi-millionaires).
I love her. She’s hot as hell, she’s articulate and she knew she was more than just a drippy, eye-candy role. It’s so easy to coast by just on looks these days and in a world where our female icons are vapid contoured ghouls like the Kardashians and women aspire to have a big butt because it gets men, not because it makes them feel better about themselves I like that someone can know they are attractive but want people to know them for more than just that. I just like her. Plus, she killed it off in that gold gown at the Golden Globes and gave me serious body envy and made even this grumpy vampire want to get a tan.