Pretty Woman is a pretty old movie, and I know that. It’s not a flick I have watched over and over again, but last night I caught the tail end of it and was appalled. I don’t have much to say, really, except my perceptions have changed so much as I’ve matured.
I remember watching it as a very impressionable teen and finding the whole thing tremendously romantic. Seriously, what could be better than a down-on-her-luck girl being rescued by a handsome and rich prince?
My 16 year old self would answer that question with, “Nothing could be better.”
My ____ year old self would answer that question with, “A flick about a hooker who gets her own self out of her situation instead of pining for someone to rescue her (who magically appears and does just that).”
The overtones of “woman needs man to save her” were blatant in Pretty Woman, and I really didn’t remember that at all. The one redeeming thing about the movie was that Julia Roberts’s character did also manage to change Richard Gere’s character…but that wasn’t the thrust of the movie. The primary moral of the story was that women need men to save them.
How many women see these kinds of movies as girls and retain that fairy tale wish and mindset all their lives?