As it seems here lately, there are a lot of movies in which women are kicking ass and taking names. Black Widow finally made it to the big screen. Earlier this month, Netflix released Gunpowder Milkshake. Disney even decided to change Cruella De Vil in a different light.
The age of Chuck Norris and Arnold Schwarzenegger and countless other men being the action heroes as women play damsels in distress and other more offensive objects appears to have gone the way of the Dodo Bird.
Charlize Theron has built her career on the last 20 years for playing women who don’t take shit off anyone after playing a Manic Pixie Dream Girl. A few years back, a very nice pleasant woman like Jennifer Garner was kicking ass in Peppermint.
And now, Kate Beckinsale is appearing in Amazon’s Jolt. Beckinsale is in familiar territory after her work on the Underworld movies. Here, she plays Lindy Lewis, a woman who suffers from intermittent explosive disorder and despite being institutionalized and even for use in the military, has found a way to harness her affliction by using shock treatment.
Set up on a date by her therapist played by Stanley Tucci who is always a joy to watch, she is set up on a date with an accountant Justin (Jai Courtney who isn’t a joy to watch.) They go on a few dates even after Lindy assaults the rude waitress and surprisingly doesn’t put her in a coma, they seem to hit it off.
That is until Justin is fatally shot and the detectives Vicars and Nevin (Bobby Cannavale and Laverne Cox) suspect she may have done it. And Lindy goes running from the police while trying to find the people responsible.
Cox is very obnoxious. Her character never really seems like a real-life character and you’ve seen this character a gazillion times over, the detective who believes in shooting first and asking questions later. And Cannavale seems the sympathetic detective who may or may not want to get into Lindy’s pants.
If anything else, seeing Cox play a character while there is no mention of her being a transgendered woman is a step in the right direction, even though the character is awful.
It’s obvious where this movie is headed if you’ve seen it many times before especially with Courtney seemingly to have such a short screen time even for a movie that is only an hour and a half.
Lindy does a lot of ass whupping. There’s a lot of “twists” that are obvious and the movie, like Gunpowder Milkshakes, seems to exist in an alternative reality.
And there seems to be a set-up at the end that suggests there’s going to be a sequel. I’m not sure if this movie deserves one. But if we can have 10 damn Fast and Furious movies, why can’t there be a sequel here?
I’m sure there’ll be more movies about badass women this decade. And we all better get used to it because there’s countless movies where muscle men have kicked ass in subpar plots. Now, it’s time for the women to get their seats at the head table.