And I seethed with frustration after leaving the theater at how much I hated that movie. I don’t think I or the audience had any idea what the hell we were getting into and I just remember the silence at a packed screening. The recession was still wrecking people’s lives but it felt as if things were starting to slowly get better, and it was still a few years before the true spread of the social justice wildfire across the internet and into the overculture.
It was 2009, a weirdly transitional year for everybody, it seemed - Michael Jackson had just passed away, and the pop world worked to fill the gaping hole in its chest, and Barack Obama had just become President, which overjoyed my peers and I but wrecked havoc on the psyches of plenty in this country. I was a college freshman, having moved to Boston only a few weeks earlier, and was gorging myself on both dining-hall pizza and movies on Thursday nights down at the AMC Boston Common, which was only steps away from my dorm. There’s nothing less interesting than a film critic writing about themselves and their experience with a given film, but I need to do so in order to illustrate something. I hate-hate-hated Karyn Kusama and Diablo Cody’s Jennifer’s Body when it came out.
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