what would we be like when we became too old to distinguish a lemon from a damn potato... should there still be anyone by our side? should there still be people whispering to our ears describing how we lived a remarkable life? or should we be just gone and alone? you never know..
pointless emotional unleashing, if a few slogans can make you empathize, why don't you watch some man-hatred blogs instead? besides that, in 21 century, how could a film trying to be serious in women liberation by telling fictional history and eschewing any discussion about legislation?