This week’s podcast episode/article is about Spice World, AKA The Most Feminist Movie Ever Made. Directed by Bob Spiers and written by Kim Fuller, it’s the Platonic Ideal of Major Motion Pictures (Except not, because Plato was a raging misogynist, so he would have hated Spice World. But the joke’s on him, because this movie slaps!).
I have previously published essays about my feelings regarding Spice World (Basically, I worship this movie as a deity), which is why this week’s column will not painstakingly evaluate what does and doesn’t hold up about this cinematic classic (I mean, obviously everything holds up!). The treatise I wrote on Spice World in 2020 can be accessed here, in case you’re interested in more in-depth analysis.
The truth is, out of respect for this film, I cannot entertain the possibility that it hasn’t aged well. No, not even for the sake of argument. Not even for a moment. Spice World has aged better than my favourite cheese, better than an overpriced bottle of wine Emily drinks on Emily In Paris, better than Michelle Obama (Okay, that last one was hyperbole. Nothing ages better than Michelle Obama!).
I hope this article encourages you to rewatch Spice World at your earliest convenience. It is life elixir on film…