I’m convinced that Charlie’s Angels is the perfect movie reboot.
There are films you watch at such an impressionable age that all their flaws fly above your head, while all the things it does right stick with you so long they become a foundational text. Charlie’s Angels is that for me. Even as a child, wearing my VHS into the ground with each obsessive rewatch, I knew it wasn’t faultless — but its splashy action, giddy humor, and Y2K girlbossery spoke to me all the same. Twenty-five years later, I am aware it hasn’t exactly aged gracefully. That its lead trio lean into their objectification with a smile and a wink doesn’t stop Charlie’s Angels from catering to the male gaze, to say nothing of multiple offenses of cultural appropriation.
