I remember the first time I saw Reservoir Dogs. And The Boondock Saints. And Fist of the The North Star. And Perry Farrell’s “The Gift”. And all those Grateful Dead VHS tapes. It’s a little fuzzy as to exactly who I was with at the time I saw each of these cinematic masterpieces for the first time, but I can say for sure that I was in the company of a dewd when each of these viewings occurred.
How do I know that? Because when you are a young woman traversing the stinky waters of dating dewdz, you are routinely subjected to the worst things that ever happened in cinema. One of the benefits of being a “mature” woman, is that if anyone were to say, “Hey, let’s watch this dewd movie!” I would say no and then speed away in my car to the airport and leave the country immediately because I am not sitting through that shit anymore.
I remember the first dewd who made me sit through Reservoir Dogs (there were many, it was the 90s), and I asked if we could turn it off because the violence was so horrible that I literally thought I was going to throw up. He told me I was wrong. About my own feelings. We finished the movie. He spent the ensuing hours, days, and weeks telling me that this was the best movie he’d ever seen. I didn’t argue. If he thought it was the best movie he’d ever seen, what the hell did I care?
But that wasn’t enough. He wanted me to admit that it was the best movie I’d ever seen. He kept explaining various points over and over again, as if I “misunderstood” the movie, because my not understanding the movie was the only possible way he could explain the fact that I did not agree with his expert assessment of the film. This is a common dewd behavior, by the way. (All of the ladies reading this are nodding their heads right now.) You must agree with dewdz at all times, or be accused of not “understanding” what they’re saying. I don’t know how many times in my young life I uttered the words, “I understand what you are saying completely, I just happen to disagree with you.” Saying that never worked, by the way.
If you’re a dewd reading this right now, guaranteed you’re thinking, “What’s wrong with Reservoir Dogs? I love that movie!” Exactly. Dewdz love this movie. I have yet to meet one woman who enjoys it. Because it’s gross.
Regardless, over the years I sat through Reservoir Dogs again and again at the insistence of various dewdz, even after I said I didn’t like it, even after I openly said that I hated it, because they just could not believe that I didn’t like something that they themselves liked so much. “Watch it with me, I’ll explain it to you!” Thanks. Because obviously I am an idiot who does not understand a basic-ass Tarantino movie. They’re about as hard to follow as an episode of The Love Boat. Maybe, juuust maybe, I don’t like the movie.
And don’t even get me started on The Boondock Saints, or as I prefer to call it, “Pasty Dewdz Ejaculating Bullets All Over Each Other In The Gun-Boner Parade”. What a great time to be heavily-armed, angry young white men seeking “justice” by blowing off the heads of as many people as possible! Who would have known it would only get better in the following years for heavily-armed, angry young white men seeking “justice” by blowing off the heads of as many people as possible?
And I know how much most women really like the one scene in particular where the “good guy” is antagonizing his new gay coworker who has a tattoo that says “Untouched by Man” by calling her a big, fat, angry lesbian, making a “joke” to her about feminists blowing him, and when she responds by rightfully kicking his ass, he punches her right in the face, knocks her out cold, and then delivers a one-liner about how she’ll be “needing to change her tattoo”. For laughs! Get it? It’s funny that she’s a lesbian and he punches her in the face! IT’S COMEDY. Because, really, what could be funnier than punching one of those “man-hating lesbians” right in the face?! Those lesbians have been having a pretty good run of the world for long enough, it’s time for straight white dewdz to finally give them their comeuppance!
Man, if you don’t like that, it’s because political correctness is ruining our country.
And in case that wasn’t enough gay-bashing for you, Willem DaFoe, who plays a gay man in the movie, then calls his gay lover a gay slur for what he perceives to be gay behavior. For laughs! I mean, don’t get me wrong, this is a movie that needs some comic relief after all the blood spattering everywhere as people get riddled with bullets, so why not get it at the expense of “the gays”? OH MY GOD I HATE THIS MOVIE SO MUCH.
As far as the others, unless a woman specifically says, “I like anime, seriously!”, assume she doesn’t want to watch Fist of The North Star. Same with The Grateful Dead videos. Unless a woman signs an affidavit stating that she would enjoy watching hours of VHS tapes of live Grateful Dead performances, assume she doesn’t like it. And unless she is a film student with a 1.2 GPA who also dabbles in horse tranquilizers, assume she will not enjoy Perry Farrell’s “The Gift”, because while junkies are capable of making some pretty decent music, they really tend to miss the mark in the film-making department, what with all the “boring”.
Honorable Dewd Movie Mentions go to:
In the category of “Nerd Shit”: Brazil, Cherry 2000, Earth Girls Are Easy
In the category of “Tim Roth”: Four Rooms (or anything with Tim Roth in it for that matter). What is it with dewdz and Tim Roth? They LOVE him. I don’t get it.
In the category of “This Filmmaker Hates Women”: Sin City (yay – women are either domestic abuse victims, vulnerable kids who turn into hot strippers you eventually bang, or prostitutes who get hit in the mouth – but like it!).
In the category of 1970s White Dewd Wankery: All Clint Eastwood movies, all Steve McQueen movies, all Charles Bronson movies, and A Clockwork Orange (because that rape scene is HILARIOUS, right?).
Don’t make girls watch these movies unless they, for some reason, are the ones who bring it up first. Just don’t do it. And even if they bring it up first, check in on them every five minutes to make sure they haven’t succumbed to a brain hemorrhage, because they are clearly not of sound mind. If you are a woman being faced with watching one of these movies, just leave. Walk away and don’t look back. Run, if need be.
Nobody’s saying anyone has to go watch Steel Magnolias, but how about meeting in the middle? Frost/Nixon? Most Denzel Washington movies? Oceans 11? Guardians of The Galaxy? The Constant Gardener? So I Married An Ax Murderer?
Those Jason Bourne movies are actually kinda okay, despite Matt Damon being the human equivalent of shaved balls, in that while he’s not intrinsically awful as a general concept, you just keep looking at him and going, “Why?”
Raiders of The Lost Ark? National Treasure? Tomb Raider?
You know what? Forget it. Either find someone who has good taste in movies, or just get separate televisions.