So last night, my daughter, my aunt, my cousin, and I went to the movies, where we saw Amy Adams' breasticles flaunting themselves all over the giant screen. As we were sitting in the 3rd or 4th row to watch American Hustle [WTF, people, don't you have family to hang out with during the holidays? STAY HOME], the sight was perhaps more in our faces than for those in the back row, but still. Seriously.
I'm finding it more and more skeevy when women who are not being filmed in pornographic movies are dressed as if they are seconds and scraps of material from being in a pornographic movie.
I know, now I sound 1,000 years old and blah blah women can objectify themselves, and yes, I've been guilty of wearing a tiny outfit or two in my youth, but honest to fucking god, when everyone else [men] in the film is wearing a three piece suit AND a cravat, the women can at least have all of their boobs covered. I'm not requiring a turtleneck or even a crew neck sweater. Wear a v-neck! That's fine! Just make sure that it's not such a V that I spend the entire time wondering if Amy Adams' boob tape is going to hold.
Fully dressed men / scantily clad women does not have to be the default, even if your movie was set in the 1970s. WHICH I REMEMBER. AND WHICH HAD AMPLE MATERIAL, PARTICULARLY OF THE POLYESTER VARIETY.
So, David O. Russell, stop being so fucking gross.
[And don't even get me started on the whole age discrepancy thing. Ugh. I may need to stop reading Bitch magazine. Or I may need for everyone else to start.]