This is not, despite appearances, me being unkind:
My allergic reaction is not to any one film, but to an entire creative sector that has so utterly failed not only to admit women as equals, and to reflect and represent our experiences, but even on the most basic level to acknowledge us as human beings with a valid perspective – as the #MeToo scandal made abundantly clear. In this respect, film has much to learn from publishing. The books sector is far from perfect – witness the “Jonathan Franzen effect”, by which male writers are given a canonical status that is much harder for female writers to achieve, and the lower pricing of books by women than books by men. Nonetheless, fiction in particular is an artistic form in which women can thrive. In 2017, Haruki Murakami was the only male writer to make the top 10 bestselling literary authors in the UK – quite a contrast to the measly 4% of female directors on the top 100 grossing films of 2018.
D’ye see there? Women being dominant in a field is just great and fab. Men being dominant in a field is a crime that cries out to the very heavens for justice.
Which is a rather good description of modern feminism – or perhaps an example of what’s wrong with it. It’s as with the Soviet method of argument, what’s ours is ours and what’s yours is negotiable.