A long time ago, before I’d even bought the domain, I was brainstorming ideas as to what the angle of this website could be. We all now know that I eventually settled on the angle “Me” but it wasn’t always going to be this way. How would my blog stand out from all the other blogs written by twenty-something white women? To add to this quandary, I also like to cook, I like to read, and, at the time, was on the verge of being engaged. Just what the world needed: another lady telling you about her wedding plans and recipes and books she likes! OH; did I mention it would have been living in Chicago at the time? So it also would have been about being a twenty-something in a big city that you’ve heard of? And maybe I could have like, told you where to get deep dish pizza and see sketch comedy? The obviousness of my life was both a blessing and a curse, but I was born to stand out, baby! So after much brainstorming and careful consideration, I had decided that I would write reviews. Reviews of what? Of anything. I got really into this idea of creating the anti-Goop Goop, literally offering reviews of and recommendations for t-shirts I bought from Target or face wash from Walgreens. I guess it would have been satire, or some kind of anti-comedy, totally straight-faced venture into the absurd, or it would have been sincere and nothing more than a gallery of things I like. Think a lifestyle brand, but the most normal, boring lifestyle you can imagine (A fun thing to do with bagels is to put cream cheese on them!). And I know this wasn’t a terribly original idea, or a particularly prescient theme, or even an accurate sample of what I write, but I thought it was fun enough. I even have a draft saved from a full year before I ever posted anything on this website, one in which I explained how I feel about Goop and Gwyneth and why I, too, should be able to dispense lifestyle advice to an audience of readers.
Then, merely weeks later, the 2016 presidential election happened. I didn’t feel my anti-Goop website was the highest priority. You know, content-on-the-internet wise. So I sat on my domain and my website for a full year before I finally did anything with it, just in time to move to Los Angeles and kinda-sorta make that the theme? I guess? Katie moves to LA, here are some stories? About some stuff?
But I am here today to finally return to this certified-gold idea and write you a review.
A Review of That Big Black Purse in Red Sparrow
To be clear, this is not a review of the movie, Red Sparrow, which stars Jennifer Lawrence and Joel Edgerton and a guy who looks suspiciously like Putin in the role of Evil Russian Uncle. No. This is a review of that big black purse Dominika Erogova (J. Law) totes around from Spy Job to Spy Job. That’s basically the extent of “spying” in this movie, by the way: Dominika just casually strolling from Spy Location to Spy Location, like she’s going to get coffee or to catch a movie or to just spend a day getting in some quality Me Time. And while she is Spying, she carries this enormous black leather tote bag, which holds her Spy Stuff, probably. Here’s a picture:
After a decent amount of Google image searching, I’ve come to realize that she has this purse in nearly every Spy Stuff scene in the movie. It’s how we know she’s in Spy Mode! It’s also how we can assume her back and neck probably hurt real bad. It’s how we can assume she has an umbrella on her at all times. It’s how we can assume she stashes restaurant to-go boxes if she needs to. I like to imagine she was eating a pub burger or Thai food seconds before having to do Spy Stuff, asked for a box, and then laid it flat at the bottom of this purse. She hates being wasteful! She can take that thing on a Spirit flight and not have to pay extra. This bag (there I said it, that’s a BAG) has threatened to topple over every Starbucks product display she’s ever encountered. Francis Lawrence, please release that b-roll.
Let’s break this down. Anyone who’s ever carried a purse, particularly a purse as large as the one pictured above, knows that wielding one of these babies is not always easy. My purse is the same approximate size and shape as the one pictured above, and let me tell you, I’m not spying on shit with that thing slung over my shoulder. How does Dominika Egorova do so much as bend over without that thing slipping off her shoulder and thwacking her in the face? Is her balance perfect because she is a prima ballerina for the Bolshoi? Is that the logic there? Does she lose track of all her shit in her enormous bag, like I do, or is it just an empty bag, which is the only reasonable way she could use it for Spying? Let’s face it: the only spy-wear satchel for a chic ballerina is a fanny pack. Before I bought my fanny pack, I did a lot of research on fanny packs. You might be thinking: cross-body bag or nothing! On the one hand, I agree with you. On the other, there is a scene in Red Sparrow in which Dominika rolls into a bar to seduce a man (I guess? Or to get information? Both? I don’t know) and she has a cross-body…that she promptly takes off and puts on top of the bar. Dominika, girl! No! That’s not how you use it! It’s called a cross-body because it goes across your body, and then it stays that way! Anyway, may I recommend this “belt bag” by Michael Kors, for the sake of fashion and practicality.
Every scene in which Dominika meets up with someone in a bar for Spy Talk (which is like, half the movie; the other half of the movie is her being tortured) she tosses her bag up on the seat next to her, the way we all do when we’ve been carrying around a big ass purse all day. This is sloppy spy etiquette. Anyone can tamper with that purse! If Red Sparrow took place in any realm of reality (which I assure you, it does not) Dominika would a) spend an embarrassing amount of time searching for a hook underneath the bar, before giving up and assuring her friend that no, no, really, it’s fine, the hook actually gets in the way, and resting it on top of her feet b) sling the straps over the back of her chair, the purse dangling precariously, until any passing force, such as a body or a small wind, threatens to knock it off and she grows tired of apologizing to people who ran into her and then gives up and ends up resting it on top of her feet or c) put it on her lap, thinking that this big ass purse is not in the way, no not at all, I like having something to rest my arms on! before giving up and resting it on top of her feet. But in Dominika’s world of fast-paced intrigue, international secrecy, sexual manipulation, and oh yes, Spy Stuff, there is always an open seat next to her for her purse. No one will give her a dirty look. No one will fuck with it. No one will be like, why did this woman bring her laptop to a bar? It’s all good for our friend Red Sparrow.
God bless Vulture for doing a full review of Jennifer Lawrence’s bangs in this movie. I am relieved, frankly, to see that I was not the only movie-goer that was totally distracted by the aesthetic impracticalities of this character. Just read that article for all the things I thought about being a spy WITH BANGS. As many of you know, I had bangs for a lot of years (RIP my bangs! They’re gone…for now; don’t tell the banner image of this website). The idea of a) having long, thick hair b) plus bangs c) in winter d) plus that big ass purse is making me sweat on the spot. That was me for many a Chicago winter! I tried to find a picture of myself with long hair and bangs and winter outerwear and my purse but I couldn’t find one. You want to know why? Because you’re a sweaty, miserable mess for all of winter when you have that many layers of stuff on, and you don’t want anyone to capture that look. How Dominika pulled off anything in a calm, cool, and collected manner is literally beyond me.
In conclusion, I give the big black purse in Red Sparrow one out of four purses. Dominika Egorova has already been through enough, the last thing her mental and emotional health needs is to have a panic attack because she can’t find her chap stick in an endless sea of interior pockets despite it just being here a second ago!
Besides, the only purse-centric scene in movie history that even matters is this one. Now this is the reality of having a purse in public.
Do you want me to review something that’s hyper-specific or mundane? Or to question how comfortable a female character would be in specific clothing or accessories? Let me know in the comments!