Why isn't there a male version of Charlie's Angels?

Go for it guys

You mean like Mission Impossible or James Bond or the Kingmen?

Who have you chosen to play your side-kicks?

Ghostbusters is the only movie I am aware of, that rebooted the male roles into female roles.

There may be other movies that have done this. I'm just not aware of any.

I did see the original Ghostbuster movies back in the 1980s.

I never had any desire to see the recent reboot.

Well, you'd have to follow the aesthetics and ethos set in the original series.

It would probably work if the three agents were drawn from a Chippendales-type act.

I think the most recent version of Ghostbusters was poorly edited. There was a lot of talent in the newest version but they were not well served by directors, producers and edit crews.

I did see an updated version of Oceans 11 with female grifters....it was pretty good...well done and the actresses were well served.

My brother-in-law passed away in the French Quarter around Thanksgiving 1987. Mr. G'bag and I had to fly to New Orleans to wrap up all the 'things' that have to be done when someone dies unexpectedly. All these years later, I understand why my MIL insisted on going to Louisiana, but it was a terrible trip.

Mr. G'bag went to the morgue to collect all of his brothers effects, and I took MIL to breakfast in the hotel's massive (food place) breakfast area. The waitress came to our table and welcomed us, then asked if we were in the Big Easy for business or pleasure.....I told her we were in town to wrap up P.J. Boyette estate, and that he was an English Professor at Tulane who died of a heart attack on the upper level porch. She said. OOOOOH I think I read about that....then breathlessly announced, but ladies, the Chippendales will be performing in the 'I don't remember' room...tonight!!!!!! That's great I responded, Hooray, what's better than wincing at a bunch of Chippendale Man-Tarts when you need to lighten the mood for a distraut grieving mother.

So, much later in the evening and until the wee hours..you could hear a mass of women screaming in an unhinged fashion....the noise wafted up thru the ridiculous huge open space in front of our 9th floor rooms..,.I was thankful that MIL had hearing loss and wouldn't notice the riot on the first floor. And then, AND THEN the phone rang and somebody calling themselves hotel security said there had been noise complaints attributed to our room. OK, I figured they were mistaken and said there is no party in our room..........but I did have to get up to answer the freaking phone....so problem solved................2o minutes later the phone rings again and the voice asks if we are having a noisy party in our room...😡...I don't do well being waken up from sleep (ever)...I flew into a fury, jumped into my jeans and tee-shirt and burst thru our hotel room's door...and the poor soul holding a walkie-talkie actually jumped in alarm when he saw me........blah, blah, blah I went a little nuts on the poor soul sneaking around the hallways trying to detect a rowdy crowd......okay, so I stomped back to our room and told them if they woke up MIL there will be holy hell to pay.

So, as much as I love you blatham.....I don't need no stinking Chippendales. (psst, those women were animals...what a screaming bunch of memmies)

Good analyses of both films.

I assure you I wasn't recommending the idea. By "ethos and aesthetics" I meant to suggest that the Charlie's Angels franchise was all about making money through featuring sexualized females and their bodies.

That is a terrible, if colorful, tale that you unfold. I'm left with feelings of empathy and a deep sympathy for anyone who has ever woken you mid-sleep. I have a somewhat different response when that happens to me. I don't get angry so much as violently bewildered. I've never owned a gun and the world is better for that.

Finally, I love you too.

I was in the French Quarter in 1987, not Thanksgiving mind, May.

The Chippendales weren't playing when I was there.

Weren't you supposed to be one of the dancers up on the stage?


(I myself have never been to New Orleans)

glitter, that was an extra special great story.

I too have never understood this thing with women screaming like ninnys over male dancers. It really feels like the women are doing it for show to prove to their friends how much they are enjoying it, who in turn are doing it for show right back at them to announce how much they are enjoying it.

Silly. Why would you scream if saw someone sexually attractive to you? STFU, watch and enjoy, get aroused, whatever. Anyway, I don't find those guys particularly sexy anyway, for a variety of reasons.

You don't see straight men screaming like that at a strip club, or gay guys doing that to the dancers at a gay club. I'm sure there's exceptions, but seriously, they don't.

It's kinda like women back in the day shrieking while watching the beatles. It's embarrassing to admit, but if they aren't just pretending for the sake of their friends, it's like a contagious female hysteria.

That reminds me of this woman my husband used to date. I was actually friends with her too. She was a mature confident woman who knew what she wanted, if you know what I mean.
I guess that translated to some people that she was just a crazy wild woman.

Here is a story I heard.
Some other friends had her over to their house, for her birthday. I guess it was kinda a surprise party, because there were more people there than she had expected. All women.

Anyway. At one point one of those strippers dressed as a cop, or cowboy or whatever showed up.
They apparantly tried to get her to do that thing where she was supposed to sit in a chair while he grinded his crotch into her face, while everyone else was to stand around shrieking and falling all over themselves.

I love this next part.

She just said "no"

I guess they thought she was shy, or kidding, or needed encouragement.
She ended up picking up her bag and bascially telling everyone she wasn't there for their entertainment, that she found it all stupid, and left.

Good for her.
I hope they wasted a lot of money on that guy.

Actually, yes, but it was not the story you're thinking. For a while there, I was worried that my leather thong was too insubstantial to hold all the big sweaty bills that would be touching my skin and stuff. Then, a catastrophe. Birthday Girl goes like major huff and just leaves. The friends were stunned and silent. I looked over these faces in front of me. Each was quietly pondering whether this "event" they had planned was, in some profound sense, improper. There was so much guilt. It was an uneasy moment, for all of us. Then I remembered what I had in my trunk. I slipped out, opened the suitcase and pulled out my tear-away Catholic Bishop vestment, slipped it over everything, went back in and after my sermon on the fiery temptations of the naked flesh, they brought their tithes to me in their teeth.

So, thank god, it was in the end a profitable party.

Too bad for you though, when ya looked more closely at the slips of paper, they turned out to be counterfeit confederate bucks.

But, lucky enough for you, your ability to play a clarinet and then order fine wines and spirits while running a properly rosined bow across violin strings, saved the day.

See, all of that, no offense intended blatham, is just so stupid.

I mean no offense because I get many/most of us still, even in this day and age still aren't comfortable with the concept of women, meaning your mother, sister, aunt, that nice lady that always forgets her mail box key, are sexual beings with rockin' sexual needs desires and fantasies.

I get you're just being funny. Like I said, I'm not trying to offend you, but ya know, it is kinda offensive to me that anyone thinks the only way me, or any woman can justify enjoying a sexy, or sex show, is by acting all fluttery and quintessentially girly/childish/child like.

That's fine, maybe you're not being offensive, and I just find it so, and that's my thing, not yours. I'm a big girl, and my being offended isn't your problem.

There's like this taboo among too many women that they aren't supposed to take getting aroused by someones performance seriously. "I'll just put those tingly feelings and strong tuggings aside and giggle/scream/hoot"

We have to joke it up with coy jokes, "oh my, the big policeman is here. I'm naughty" Maybe part of it is the idea that "this authority figure is here and I have to obey him" It takes it out of their hands.
Maybe it's the only way some women can justify engaging in an adult sexual activity outside the "normal" boundaries of being with a partner. "I had to, he was in charge"

Of course female strippers get dressed up in various costumes, but each man watching can have his own take on it. There's not this mass tittering and faux (or even real) embarrassment) about it.

No one would ever say about a man who wasn't into it "he went off in a huff" It would just be "not my thing man". The male friends wouldn't be stunned. They would just carry on, not caring about the proprity of it.

Why does the man get to say "don't find this interesting" but the woman has to "go off in a huff"?

I'm not super into porn, and that's private.

However, I have watched porn where a group of men and women watch others have sex with the primary subject.
I really have to admire the female observers. They know what they are there for, don't make a fuss and get as much pleasure from it as the men watching. They're all equal. They don't have to make excuses being there, like "Well it was Chrissies birthday/engagement party so I had to be there." These watchers of group sex want and like seeing a female get f*cked by several men or other women and don't need to act the excited teeny bopper.

They're acting like adults. Babies and children scream when excitied. Not full grown women.

Success swallowed success for Blatham.

Billed as Bacon Lettuce And The HAM, his one upmanship pared down the act to what was nefariously known as the sermon on the mount.

BLATHAM, (not his real name), added cabaret to the chair becoming more than just a household lounge room name at birthdays and bat mitzvahs.

Queens and commoners alike ensured he got on the A list which is where Charlie's Angels and several other law enforcement agencies found him.

Wow.
There's an awful lot of uncomfortable people here.

Just an observation.

In answer to the original question: There is. It's called The A Team.

One of these days, I'll write about the rest of the time in Louisiana, what a fun time when you are making final arrangements.