After a few drinks last night, we decided there was nobody from a film that we wanted to be.
No women, anyway.
Maybe I’m watching the wrong films.
We wracked our brains and came up with Princess Leia…Princess Merida…Wonder Woman.
No thank you. I don’t want to be a fucking princess. Or wear a skin-tight catsuit.
Your other alternative is a psycho…Winona in Heathers. Una in Kill Bill.
Nope. Not fancying that either. And certainly not Bridget fucking Jones.
But all around me are kick arse women I wish I was more like, who have not been adapted for the Big Screen.