Last Friday I was sitting in a cinema with a bunch of friends and friends of friends, waiting for The Watchmen to begin.Go read the whole thing; it won't take long and it's worth it.
And then the trailer for Lesbian Vampire Killers came on. And in the space of a minute or two, I was reminded that to most of the straight people in this auditorium, I’m just a target. Not a real person. A straight man with an axe planning to kill lesbians is kinda funny, isn’t he? All jolly good fun.
I want this film to bomb and die at the box office. I want it more than I can tell you. I want it to be a massive, multi-million loss. I want the makers to quit. I can’t avoid the damn posters, I can’t avoid the damn trailer: but I can at least want never to see a sequel in the trailers, on the posters, on the Internet, in the film reviews.
I think it was Giovanni who first put me on to Feminist SF, so big ups to him.