By KATE HUNTER
All right, MASSIVE SPOILER ALERT. If you haven’t seen Thelma and Louise, STOP READING NOW.
Actually wait. BEFORE YOU STOP READING: Get to Blockbuster, rent it and watch, then come back for an insightful discussion of what I believe is one of the best movies of all time about women. Scratch that, it’s one of the best movies ever. Full stop. Fact. You are entitled to disagree with me, but you’d be wrong.
I don’t know what made me feel the need to reconnect with Thelma and Louise again last weekend. Maybe I was feeling old, trapped, in need of a laugh. Maybe I wanted to hit the road with a girlfriend and listen to country music. Maybe I wanted to shag a young Brad Pitt. Did I want to blast away a bad guy? Who knows, but I had an inexplicable urge to watch my favourite movie again. Straight away. Sadly, my copy was on VHS. Young readers will need to Google that, but thankfully JB Hifi was harbouring a DVD filed under ‘vintage’.
Seriously, had it been that long? Yes. Thelma And Louise was released in 1991.
To refresh your memory, and to fill in those readers unaffected by my spoiler alert, Thelma And Louise starred Susan Sarandon and Geena Davis as best friends who take a weekend road trip. Thelma (Davis) is a perky housewife, married to a boorish carpet salesman and Louise (Sarandon) is a jaded waitress whose nice-enough boyfriend will probably never marry her. The girls’ getaway takes a detour when Thelma is assaulted by a man she’d danced with at a roadside bar. Louise shoots the man dead, saving Thelma from being raped. Their girls weekend becomes a desperate bolt to Mexico.
As they drive deeper into America’s wild southwest, they shed their fussy hairstyles, respect for convention, and faith in the law. They become happier, wiser, funnier, and sexier.