You know what I love, dear readers? When Blockbuster has one of those ginormous sales, and one of my favorite, trashy, cheap-but-sweet-and-it-has-Devon-Aoki-hilariously-pretending-to-be-French movies is on the 5 for $25 table. You know what I don't love? When the clerk checking me out looks at the box, in a pile that also included Defiance, The Tailor of Panama, Hairspray and Duplicity and says "Hmmm, D.E.B.S. You'll want to be careful with that one around young children."
Well, yeah. I wouldn't show any movie with that much swearing and implied sex to "young children," no matter the gender of the people getting down. But I also wouldn't show them a relatively intense movie about Jewish resistance to Nazism, or a corporate espionage dramedy either, because they wouldn't understand it. I don't mean to be petulant about it. But it's hard enough to get a cute, sweet teen lesbian drama made, without people treating it like it's poisoned candy. D.E.B.S. is appropriate for the same age group of kids who are ready to watch Bring It On (which, in case anyone's forgetting, has a cute gay male cheerleader and is far more sexually explicit). And it's got the same sense of humor about itself, a quality more cheap little movies could stand to have.