Genre: Early 90s Action
What’s it about? Two women with no real responsibility prove that they deserve no real responsibility by setting out on a vacation that quickly devolves into a crime spree.
Who’s in it? Shooter McGavin, Dottie “Queen of Diamonds” Hinson, Susan Sarandon, The psycho from Reservoir Dogs, and Brad Pitt’s abs.
You’ll like it if… You like domineering/submissive women, old cars, big sunglasses, and random early-90s actor cameos. Or if you hate men, rationality, and consistent plotlines.
I know that you know what Thelma and Louise is.
Even if you haven’t seen it, we all know how it ends.
But there are 128 more minutes in this film, and I do think they’re worth exploring.
So here it goes…
First off, my favorite character in the film wasn’t Thelma or Louise. It was Darryl, Thelma’s brutish, misogynist, philandering, deadbeat husband.
He’s a scumbag, no doubt, but he’s played by Christopher McDonald, who we all know better as Shooter McGavin.
If you’ve seen Happy Gilmore you know how much McDonald excels at playing a douchebag. Well, in this movie, he takes his schtick from the country club to the country – small-town Arkansas to be precise.
Darryl has the look and charm of Kenny Powers and the small-town Regional Manager-pride of Michael Scott. He drives Camaro with a T-top that just screams “You’re fuckin out!”
That McDonald is fun to watch makes up for the fact that his character exists only to engender sympathy for wife Thelma, when she finally flips her shit.
Sure, she could just leave him or file for a divorce, but she’s the submissive type. She’ll put up with any amount of shit from anyone.
And so enters Louise.
It’s kind of funny that Louise is clearly supposed to be the force that liberates Thelma from her overbearing husband, but in actuality, she’s just as domineering as Darryl is.
Louise bosses Thelma around throughout the movie, eventually making her an accessory to murder, and by the end, costing her her life.
That’s the kind of friend Louise is, a psychotic one (though it is Thelma who puts the hand gun her purse as the two prepare for their “fishing” trip).
And so these two powder kegs pile their shit into a convertible, take a polaroid selfie, and speed off.
Of course, they get hungry and have to stop off for a bite to eat. For a reason only God knows, that means swinging into some honky-tonk, country-trucker rube-fest with a band fronted by (I shit you not ) Matt Dillon with a two foot long pony tail.
(Editor’s Note: Since I wrote this review four years ago people Googling “Is Matt Dillon in Thelma and Louise?” have accounted for maybe 90% of my tiny little blog’s traffic. If you’re looking for an answer to that question, the truth is I don’t know for sure but I’ve freeze framed it multiple times and I don’t think that’s him. Sorry.)
It’s here where we meet Harlan – the second sleezebag man to manipulate Thelma.
He’s trying to get it and Thelma is trying to have a good time. And so, after some alcohol and line dancing we find ourselves in the parking lot, where Harlan attempts to rape Thelma.
He almost succeeds, but Louise shows up with Thelma’s gun.
Now, shooting Harlan for trying to rape Thelma would have been fine in my book, or even if he’d made an aggressive move to assault Louise, making a justifiable case for self-defense.
That’s not what happens, though.
Harlan’s busted and he stops. All Thelma and Louise have to do is walk away. But then Harlan makes the fatal mistake of calling Louise a bitch and saying a few other unsavory things.
That’s when she shoots him. It’s a dumb but necessary plot twist. Obviously, if it were a clear-cut case of self-defense, Thelma and Louise have nothing to do but call the cops and wait. End of movie.
But the fact that Louise blows Harlan away in cold blood means they have to book it, which is what they do.
Thelma immediately suggests they go to the cops, and Louise tells her to shut up. In fact, Louise even tries to pin the blame on Thelma for getting caught up with Harlan in the first place.
This is what I mean about Louise being just as bad as Darryl, and it really undermines the whole notion of liberation and sisterhood.
The fact is, Louise really is a bitch. We find out later that she, herself, was the victim of sexual assault years earlier. But that doesn’t justify her hostility towards men or towards Thelma.
Still, that doesn’t make it a bad movie. It’s okay. It moves along well enough and the carousel of celebrity cameos keeps things somewhat interesting.
I was just surprised to learn this movie won an Oscar for best original screenplay.
Especially with lines like: “I may be the outlaw but you’re the one stealin’ my heart,” which comes courtesy of Brad Pitt.
The acting isn’t bad though. Both McDonald and Pitt have a lot of fun with two detestable characters, and both Geena Davis and Susan Sarandon were nominated for Oscars. (They lost to Jodie Foster who won for Silence of the Lambs.)
Taken lightly, it has plenty of camp value, and its place in pop culture pretty much demands at least one viewing.
If I was a little disappointed it’s because I expected to see two women pushed over the edge by an oppressive patriarchy; what I got was two brats on a poorly planned (albeit entertaining) crime spree.