The SotB has recently, been pretty much too bad to post about. I may try later, when /i know if I'm out of it enough to explain, but the problem was mostly, that I didn't know why. So I'm not going to try and find words because those words would be wrong.
Instead, I'm going to quote wholesale Yonmei from Feminist SF
Last Friday I was sitting in a cinema with a bunch of friends and friends of friends, waiting for The Watchmen to begin.
And then the trailer for Lesbian Vampire Killers came on. And in the space of a minute or two, I was reminded that to most of the straight people in this auditorium, I’m just a target. Not a real person. A straight man with an axe planning to kill lesbians is kinda funny, isn’t he? All jolly good fun.
I want this film to bomb and die at the box office. I want it more than I can tell you. I want it to be a massive, multi-million loss. I want the makers to quit. I can’t avoid the damn posters, I can’t avoid the damn trailer: but I can at least want never to see a sequel in the trailers, on the posters, on the Internet, in the film reviews.
Trying to protest it: hell, what’s the point? Pickets, protesting, letters, public anger: I already know what most of the straight people buying tickets to have fun watching lesbians being killed will say: Lighten up. It’s just a joke.
None of the lesbians who saw the poster said that. We shrugged at each other resignedly. It’s the kind of thing that happens. The boys throw stones in jest: we die in earnest. The dominant narrative about what lesbians are, what we do, why we exist: to titilate and amuse straight men. By dying, if we can’t do it any other way.
The only slash panel I got to at Redemption, the dominant narrative had even got there: two people on the panel, one of them a straight man, who began the discussion by saying he didn’t know much about slash but he wanted to know where the femslash was.
And for some reason still unclear to me, the audience of slash fans, any of whom were better qualified to sit on the panel than this ass: we told him.
…five minutes into The Watchmen, the only two lesbians had been brutally murdered.
I'm quoting this because a lot of my friends fully intend to see this movie and think it'll be a laff. And honestly? I've played along with them. But the existence of the movie discomforts me.