The hard-boiled detective story is perhaps a niche genre, and especially hard to nail. It seems as though every possible story has been done to death (pun intended), and dated nature aside, at the very heart of the genre lie two paradoxes it seems impossible to solve.
I’ve heard a lot about how we should let James Bond be a man, and just make a different franchise, and give women their own female Bond-counterpart. I've heard that James Bond is a male ideal, and a woman in the role would turn the film into nothing more than a feminist statement. I've even heard that making a female James Bond is like making 'a male Laura Croft' (to the anonymous YouTube commenter who made that comparison: you have a male Laura Croft. His name is Indiana Jones and he gets far more recognition than Laura Croft does). Most alarmingly, I've heard that we shouldn't have a woman as James Bond because it won't solve the rampant sexism in our entertainment industry. I have addressed these complaints respectively in the list below.
Where, when, why, and how to murder your darlings...
When you hear the term "fan fiction," your mind probably jumps to works the likes of My Immortal and Fifty Shades of Grey—graphic, controversial, and poorly written. Fan fiction is notorious for its grammar flops, its chapters upon chapters of sappy, angsty romance, and its comedically bad sex scenes. But fan fiction is so much more than its smutty, grammatically disastrous surface.
The hard-boiled private detective props her feet up on a disheveled desk, smokes a cigar beneath the light of a dim floor lamp and the shade of a wide-brimmed fedora. Her eyes are dark; her face is lined; her office smells of Scotch, coffee, and tobacco.
Jenny Shepard speaks like Louis Armstrong sings: husky and decisive, full of wit and jazz and careful severity. She chooses her words slowly, unafraid of an argument. She will override a classified mission, confident that she’s in the right, and will not back down.
Let's talk about classical Disney villains—the big, branded baddies of your childhood nightmares, as easily recognizable on a t-shirt as their princess counterparts—and what they have to do with BBC's The Fall.
I mean it. I will sit in front of the television and analyze the shit out of every piece of dialogue...