Maid Marion: No Longer a Helpless Virgin but a Mature and Independent Woman
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On May 14th, Ridley Scott’s Robin Hood opened in theaters worldwide to indifferent and some would say dismal critical reception. Not one for epic period piece action flicks, I had no intention of seeing the film, especially after reading its mediocre reviews. But then last weekend, stranded in a “dry” town outside of Boston at a family reunion of sorts, I found myself oddly suggesting the movie to my similarly worn-out family members one evening. Even more surprisingly, not far into the 130-minute long film, I found myself beginning to really enjoy it. Maybe it was the heat, the two and a half hour graduation I had just attended or the tension that always arises at such events when divorced parents are involved, but the Robin Hood I watched last Saturday night was entertaining, eloquent and dark—fit characteristics considering the story’s setting smack dab in the heart of England’s Middle Ages. Even more fun, for me at least, was the film’s unbridled commitment to strong female characters. For a story about bow and arrow wielding mercenaries combating an evil dictator, it surprisingly passed the Bechdel Test, staging important conversations between the current Queen of England, Eleanor of Aquitaine, and Prince John’s Queen-to-be, Isabella of Angoulême, as well as vibrant village scenes, where Robin and Marion engage in dialogue with the men, women and children alike. It furthermore touted Chomsky-esque politics, as Robin and Marion work together to unite people from below to fight the power above.
The Art Institute of Chicago’s newest exhibition opened on Saturday, and I must admit that I found it to be truly exquisite. Housed in the basement, tucked away with the restrooms and Family “Touch Gallery,” 
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