I hate it when I rave about a movie and then someone calls it a “chick flick.” I have fond memories of defending Beaches when it first hit theaters — although, in retrospect, I may have been a little too adamant about that one. It hasn’t exactly held up over the years.
But other estrofests, like Terms of Endearment, still get my vote as quality films, period, not just quality “chick flicks.” Why does the presence of female characters mean a movie is for women, anyway, rather than just about them? Does that mean Ocean’s Thirteen is for men and I shouldn’t bother to see it? (Well, I wasn’t about to line up for that one anyway, but that’s not the point.)
Gloria Steinem recently asked some similar questions — in a much more eloquent and hilarious way — in an article titled “In Defense of the ‘Chick Flick’.” She helpfully proposes the term “prick flick” as a guide for moviegoers who might accidentally wander into Evening and come out scarred and emasculated.
Rather than try to improve on her rhetoric (I’m neither that cheeky nor that stupid), I’ll just quote in pertinent part:
Read the full article to get the full impact of Steinem’s inimitable way of combining humor with incisive social commentary. I marvel at it every time.
Meanwhile, what are your favorite so-called chick flicks? Here are some that come to mind without much reflection on my part — add your faves in the comments. (Again, I would just call these “movies,” but they seem to show up on others’ lists of chick flicks.)
1. Terms of Endearment