Look at the last London Film Festival. All the strong parts for women were period pieces: An Education, 1960s; Bright Star, 1820s. And the contemporary films such as Prophet and 44 Inch Chest were almost exclusively male affairs. I could complain that when women are allowed to play contemporary, it’s as a romantic plot device or your body is your only stock-in-trade – and in the past I have complained.
(Source: garairomola, via fuckyeahromolagarai)