It’s been twenty years since women displayed Technicolor balls in big screen splendour. Twenty years of Thelma & Louise’s taking to the road on their own. Hiking, exploring, touring through all corners of the world. Hear me roar. I fear not what lies ahead.
The 20 year anniversary of the movie – featuring none other than Geena Davis and Susan Sarandon en personne – was celebrated last night in Toronto.
Picture this: Roy Thomson Hall bustling with a cacophony of well-cured BFF’s; Wafts of thin estrogen leftovers circulating through the vents; A palpable excitement at seeing these heroic broads in the flesh. Tears fill our eyes as they walk onto the stage. Smart, sexy, successful, opinionated, and beautiful. Hello! We can’t wait to hang on their every word.
Wait, a minute, who’s that man? What’s he doing on stage? Why is he talking to Herselves like a moron from the stiff old white guy planet? Talk about no chemistry. I’ve seen more sparks come off a wet match. If they absolutely had to have a man on board – I believe there are one or two in Toronto with a personality.
It’s really the way of the world, isn’t it dahrlings. Every time a bunch of stupefabulous women get together to do something stupefabulous, an old white guy comes along and marks his territory.
