During a Q&A session at Minneapolis’ Crypticon horror convention this weekend, guest Margot Kidder revealed she’s writing a script for what could be a badass chick flick.
The revelation was quite a treat for this Kidder fan. I’ve enjoyed her work since I was in Superman Underoos and loved the shit out of her performances in a trio of ’70s horror classics: Sisters, Black Christmas and The Amityville Horror.
Kidder said her script-in-progress is “about a group of women helping an elderly woman get out of the hospital to die somewhere nice and peaceful, without doctors around her.”
The women conspire to smuggle their friend out of the hospital and spirit her away to a remote cabin, where she can die amidst nature. Sounds like it could be a depressing-ass flick, but Kidder described it thusly: “It’s sort of a romp and a middle-aged babe sisterhood kind of thing.”
“It’s about aging and fears we all have about aging,” she added.
Now 61, Kidder said she’s loved getting older. “It’s not terrible getting old. It’s kind of fun. And you can say anything whatever you want because — hey — you’ve been there.”
I’ll admit, Kidder’s script (which she said she’s working on with a number of partners) doesn’t sound like the kind of movie I would ordinarily see.
I mean, hell, I was at the horror convention for a reason. To paraphrase Chuck D, I just can’t go for that Steel Magnolias shit. But I would love to see Kidder’s film for two reasons:
A) I’m a hopeless fanboy,
B) Kidder, in every on-screen interview I’ve seen and in the Crypticon Q&A, has demonstrated such a sassy, spitfire sense of humor that I can’t imagine this movie turning out as some pansy-ass sentimental cheesefest.
So there you have it. For the first time ever, this manliest-of-manly-men is actually eagerly awaiting a chick-flick-in-development.
Before you know it, I’ll be growing bitch tits. Damn.