Leftists Slam Film Critic Anthony Lane for 'Creepy' Profile of Scarlett Johansson

At LAT, "Anthony Lane criticized for 'creepy' Scarlett Johansson profile":

Pregnancy looks pretty good on Scarlett Johansson. http://t.co/nYmYqi3PNs pic.twitter.com/5KaIya9fxr
— Maggie Coughlan (@MaggieCoughlan) March 20, 2014

New Yorker film critic Anthony Lane is catching heat for his recent profile of Scarlett Johansson, which detractors say fawns over the actress without bothering to comprehend her.

Johansson has two films coming out on the same day (April 4):  "Captain America: The Winter Soldier" and "Under the Skin," and has recently been linked to separate controversies involving SodaStream and Woody Allen.

As critics of Lane's profile point out, he devotes much of it to cataloging Johansson's allure, describing "the honey of her voice" and declaring that she "looks tellingly radiant in the flesh" or seems to be "made from champagne." And yet, these critics say, the profile tells readers very little about Johansson as an actress or an individual.

Slate's Katy Waldman, for example, criticizes Lane's "inappropriate-uncle creepiness" in the profile.

The problem with the piece, Waldman writes, "is not [just] that it salivates over ScarJo, but that it refuses to treat her as a human subject, with qualities of mind. (If this is because Lane didn't have much time with Johansson, maybe the magazine shouldn't have run the piece.) When Lane isn't characterizing Johansson as strangely blank and opinionless, he’s trafficking in the dream of the remote, unknowable Woman — a flat projection of male desire."

She adds, "The worst part, however, is that Lane wants it both ways: He pants over ScarJo as the generic representative of a certain erotic fantasy and then has the chutzpah to critique her, slyly, for lacking substance."

Esther Breger of the New Republic similarly writes, "Lane's piece, the worst profile I can remember reading in The New Yorker, can be reduced to one basic takeaway: Anthony Lane thinks Scarlett Johansson is radiant, and wants to tell you all about it."

Breger, whose post is titled "Anthony Lane's Scarlett Johansson Profile Turns The New Yorker into a Men's Magazine," also writes, "Try to imagine The New Yorker running this about Matthew McConaughey, or Michael Fassbender. Sadly, this kind of fawning isn't unusual, as far as profiles of attractive actresses go … but I prefer my glossy-mag sexism sans highbrow pretensions."

Kay Steiger of Talking Points Memo doesn't mince words either, calling Lane's profile "gross." It's also indicative of another issue, she says: the dearth of female editors at major magazines.

And here's Lane's profile, "HER AGAIN: The unstoppable Scarlett Johansson."

Look, she's a smokin' hot movie star. But for idiot leftist feminists, to notice ScarJo's a smokin' hot movie star is "objectification" and all "uncle creepy" sexism.

Seriously. You can't win with idiot progressives. They're terrible people who've bled the lusty fun out of life --- and believe me when I say I know about this first hand, the f-kers.

(Thankfully, the New York Post isn't so obsessed with political correctness, at that top Twitter link.)