A veteran movie reviewer recalls her first vote as a member of the Gotham Film Critics. 2,540 words. Illustration by Thomas Warning.
"Nose punched," Rhoda said.
"Eye blackened," said her 20-year-old son.
"Technically, the black eye happened before the narrative’s frame," she pointed out.
"Technically, scalded with chicken stew," he countered.
"Shot in the toe. The gut. Bathed in bloody barf. Brain matter splattered. Never have I so wanted to wash the chunks out of a woman’s hair," Rhoda said. "That level of misogyny, well, it’s really straight-out misanthropy. So does that make Tarantino’s treatment of women less revolting? He needs therapy, not another big budget. "
After seeing Quentin Tarantino’s master-jerk The Hateful Eight, mother and son were driving home and listing the horrors heaped on the movie’s primary female character.
"I love Jennifer Jason Leigh,” she continued, “but perhaps her performance would have been better in 70mm Panavision."
Right then, in the middle of a right turn, Rhoda flashed back to 1995, the year she first voted with the Gotham Film Critics. That awards season, she influenced her peers to award Jennifer the Best Actress for her portrayal of the twisted little sister in Georgia.