Female Spinoff of ’21 Jump Street’ Under Fire For About The Stupidest Reason Ever

What is the deal with all of these female spinoffs? We already had the gargantuan failure that is Ghostbusters, and the Ocean’s Eleven remake currently in production starring Cate Blanchett and Sandra Bullock, you’d think that would be enough to satisfy that niche market.

Well apparently not, now the feminists have clamored to remake a film that no-one else wants. Sony has just announced a remake of 21 Jump Street, a film that was released just 4 years ago (with a sequel, 22 Jump Street, that was released only 2 years ago.)

From Heat Street:

Sony has tapped Rodney Rothman to direct, and that’s where the problems start. Rothman wrote the franchise hit sequel 22 Jump Street as well as Get Him to the Greek and PopStar: Never Stop Never Stopping. But he doesn’t have previous directing experience and, as you may have guessed from his name, he is a dude.

Advocacy group Women and Hollywood is outraged at the “indignity”:

The indignity continues male writer with no directing experience to direct female centric 21 Jump Street spinoff off https://t.co/NO8vAvpyTF

— Women and Hollywood (@WomenaHollywood) December 2, 2016

New York magazine’s Vulture website, as predictable as it is prolific, took a dim view even though they haven’t even seen a plot outline. Kaitlin Fontana wrote: “Rothman, of course, knows the world and the story, and look—we’re sure he’ll do great. But would it hurt, if you’re looking to tell a story starring two women, for those women to be created by a female writer? Women need film work!”

(On the subject of New York magazine, editor Adam Moss seems a bit down these days. He told the Guardian about his doomed efforts to sink a Trump Presidency: “We’re just talking to ourselves and we’re talking to people who already agree with us…”)

That’s right in the case of the female reboot of 21 Jump Street. While it is in pre-production, social justice warriors might like to go back and read “My Fake Job,” director Rothman’s one and only article for the New Yorker, published in the fall of 2000.

“We’re just talking to ourselves and we’re talking to people who already agree with us…” sounds like the mantra of Tumblr, where the idea for this film probably originated and certainly should have died.

H/T: Heat Street