So the blogosphere has its nerdy panties in a bunch over the confirmation of Black Cat for Spiderman 4. For those of you who aren’t in the know (or skilled in the art of the Google), Black Cat is Marvel’s answer for Catwoman…sort of. She is a cunning cat burglar that dates the eponymous web master for awhile (and constantly fakes her death to avoid conflict). So far the casting rumors include Rachel McAdams and Romola Garai, and of the two, I find Garai the more interesting option.
My beef with all this is that, despite the existence of truly kick ass premises, the only super powerful women that make it to the big screen get there by way of their boyfriends or stay because of a burgeoning love/flirtation/seduction. The emergence of Black Cat is just a new addition of dependent superwomen in cinema. Case in point:
- Catwoman (Batman)
- Susan Storm (Mr. Fantastic)
- Elektra (Daredevil)
- Jean Grey (Cyclops/Wolverine)
- Rogue (Iceman)
- Poison Ivy (Batman/Robin/Mr.Freeze)
- Silk Spectre II (Dr. Manhattan/Nite Owl II)
- Liz (Hellboy)
- Batgirl (Robin)
- Mystique (infamous femme fatale, Magneto)
- Storm (Knightcrawler)
- Kitty Pryde (Iceman)
- Silverfox (Wolverine)
- Black Widow (infamous femme fatale, Ironman)
- Mary Embry (Hancock)
- Æon Flux (Trevor Goodchild)
- Leeloo (Korben Dallas)
God help you if you are a single superlady! If you are, Hollywood will kill you. RIP, Phoenix, Deathstrike , Catwoman (several of her lives, and her credibility thanks to Halle Berry), Mystique (loss of powers and back stabbing), and Fox (Wanted).
Pfft! Well, check out my love for the super women of X-men to redeem the genre.