Battle of the Sexes
Can’t believe males claiming they can beat Serena Williams is over 50 years old. Another American centrist film where the real deal is the middle ground between equality and bigotry. Just demanding equality is radical, trust the process.
This is really all about Billy Jean King living a lie with her unloved husband, but not really having the guts to own up and out herself. But she’s the hero, biting her lip during the big win and kissing the husband while looking longingly to her love. Is this American or English, she shows a stiff upper lip.
This is politicised in a truly anodyne way, like they are ashamed of demanding equal rights. Doesn’t help that the whole thing is framed as a comedy, but it fails at that too, it’s an hardcore drama.
There are some things than look dramatised for effect, but are real, truly beyond the pale. Riggs wearing the Sugar Daddy coat is just insane. The whole WTA sponsored by Philip Morris.
Of course this is Little Miss Sunshine all over again:
In the spring of 1981, Marilyn Barnett, a former assistant to Billie Jean King, announced that she had previously been King’s lover and intended to sue for half of King’s earnings over a seven-year period, as well as partial ownership of a Malibu beach house. What was dubbed a “galimony” suit was thrown out of court in November 1982.
It’s from the same directors from that dross even! I didn’t know that, I just felt it in my bones.
Apparently, there was supposed to be a similar match between the top woman player and some Andrew Tate fan in Dubai, but with this Iran war, they will either run out of money or water for the grass.
This is my place for ramblings about sequences of images that exploit the human visual limitation know as persistence of vision.