- Director: Bruce La Bruce
- Writer: Bruce La Bruce
- Producer: Paula Alamillo; Jürgen Brüning
Mr La Bruce is like Marmite...as is this film!
Taken too seriously, it's bloody awful. Taken with a shovel-full-of-salt, it's hilarious!
Now...this is a weird oddity...the audience made this film far more entertaining than it actually is. Screened at a particularly political, takes-itself-too-seriously, film festival...in front of an audience composed of mainly [self-described] 'queer' women...the effect of the on-screen shenanigans evoked - especially from the ladies sitting in close proximity - gasps of...wait for it...sheer and utter anger...one woman said: This [The Misandrists] is the most misogynistic movie I've ever seen!
Talk about irony!!! If this was Mr La Brue's intention...genius! Faux feminism...made by a man!
Unfortunately, talking to the man after the screening...revealed that it was not his intention...in fact, he seemed a trifle miffed that I even suggested such a thing!
Oh well...irony: You either get it or you don't!
Somewhere in Ger(wo)many … A radical female ‘army of lovers’ is preparing itself for a final revolution. Women are discussing, campaigning, menstruating and pondering the decline of patriarchy, learning about single sex reproduction, and having sex. But then of all people a young soldier appears, seeking refuge at this feminist convent; moreover, one of the women-warriors turns out to be a police informer. This brings their strict superintendent on the scene. And ‘big mother’ is not amused. “Two cocks! And a cop! In our house! That’s intolerable!” But one question remains: is it possible to have equality in a corrupt system? Or will cocks need to roll first?! As if Valerie Solanas had directed an episode of ‘Schoolgirl’s Report’, Bruce LaBruce’s latest piece of shenanigans revolves around a utopian world without men. The Canadian director, experienced Berlinale guest and Teddy award-winner (for Pierrot Lunaire) serves up a merry, anarchic dance in which political slogans fall as trippingly off the tongue as religious acclamations. Their sermons are – naturally – rounded off with ‘A(wo)men’. Sarcastic, very funny – and as queer as it gets.