20th Century Fox/WETAWow, been a long time since not one cranky-ass soul agreed with me.
Yesterday's Sigourney Weaver item seemed to upset a lotta folks. I'd bemoaned that when I asked her about resurrecting her Ripley character from Alien, she sniffed, "Don't count on it; the monster thing's been done."
You were pissed that I was pissed—the nerve! All I said was Weaver should "show some respect" for what made her famous, instead of being kinda snitty about it. Damn, you'd think I wrote Sigourney was leering at Dakota Fanning the wrong way, judging by people's reactions: "Weaver isn't showing disrespect for what made her famous, Ted. She's just smart. There have already been four Alien films, and the last one was horrible. Let her move on to other projects."
Fine, Sigourney has my permission to bury the Alien franchise, though I really wish she wouldn't. If Harrison Ford and the rest of the wrinkly action boys can beat these franchises to death, why the hell can't a woman? Are you telling me Sam Worthington, our latest blue big-screen he-man, isn't going to milk this Avatar baby till he's gray?
Also, what's missed in the public bitch-slapping of me (I can take it, trust) is that there aren't nearly enough lead-women superheroes out there. If there wasn't such a sexist dearth of roles, I'd probably have been much easier on Sigourney, whom I worship. Always have.