The writer(s?) of “A Talking Cat!?!” are very clearly brain-dead and yet manage to (technically) put more depth into their movie’s female characters/interactions than many, many… well… good movies.
I am absolutely frightened at the fact this movie is (technically) better to women than movies by people capable of thought.
I say “technically” because I really don’t want to give this film any genuine credit on something other than being amazingly horrible and therefore hilarious.
Yelling at your daughter about business college will help you pass the Bechdel Test.
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