*obviously this post contains some spoilers*
Last week I asked my heterosexual friend who lives in Chicago if he was Barbenheimering this weekend—To which he replied, What? So it’s safe to say that the idea of Barbenheimer is a very online thing, or it’s just a women and queer people thing.
Readers of last week’s posts may recall that I stated I saw Barbie first, then Oppenheimer—because I’m a FEMINIST. Brilliant choice on my behalf. While I enjoyed both films—and strangely, they both kind of left you feeling heavy with existential dread—for me, there was a clear winner, but first, let’s break ‘em down.
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