After uncomplainingly sitting through two episodes of Brideshead Revisited earlier this evening (even, I confess, with a degree of appreciation I didn’t feel on first viewing 25 years ago), the prospect of backing up for Mansfield Park was a bridge too far, despite the luscious breasts of Billie Piper. “I’m ‘chick flicked’ out for tonight”, I remarked to Jen casually as I retreated to the keyboard.
“How do you define ‘chick flick’?”, Jen demanded with a disconcerting edge in her voice. I ventured a couple of half-baked observations before concluding that this might well be a question akin to “do my hips look big in this dress?” (not that Jen ever asks those sorts of questions).
Over to you, as they say at the end of all those bogus MSM “blogs”. Is there such a thing as a ‘chick flick’? Or is it just a sexist term of denigration used by sad middle aged farts like me to evade emotional engagement? If there is indeed such a thing, what are the core attributes of a ‘chick flick’? Are there films whose principal subject is human romantic/sexual relationships but which can’t properly be labelled ‘chick flicks’? What makes the difference?