The other day I had the misfortune to watch Last Vegas, a film about four men who head to Las Vegas as a stag party before one of them, Michael Douglas, gets married to a woman half his age.
The basic premise is that, as a man, you’re never too old to have a good time.
Note the word man. If you’re a woman, your body will be laughed at and judged.
In this film about four men in their 60s and 70s and their friendship, there was an awful lot of judging women going on, having a laugh at what age does to them.
While the boys, mostly, got to keep covered up, we were shown the jiggling buttocks of a lady of a contemporary age moving around as she exercised in the pool. Later, another in a swimming costume was judged – poorly – by our protagonists.
So women, as you get older, the film tells us it’s okay for everyone to laugh at your body. But not at men’s bodies because, obviously, they are there to judge women, not to be judged.
To be fair, there was one female character, a later-in-life love interest, who we weren’t shown undressed.
I guess this was the film’s supposed redemptive moment, about age and wisdom being attractive.
The rest of the time? Women in bikinis and miniscule dresses. And when the women weren’t offering themselves up for sexual approval, they were offering themselves up for sex.
Yep, with men who were old enough to be, and indeed looked like, their grandads, but who were thought to be rich.
Obviously, that’s what all young ladies are doing these days, prostituting themselves. Thanks Hollywood, it’s good to know how you feel about half the population.
You know what? I wouldn’t mind so much if the sexes were treated as equal in this film, if we’d seen the men being mocked. But we didn’t.
My son, 14 years old and rising, thought it was brilliant. And that’s the problem. He and my husband both enjoyed it without actually thinking about what they were watching – a film that shows women as sex objects, nothing more.
I don’t want my daughters to grow up believing this is normal behaviour. It’s not equality and it’s not nice.