Wednesday 23rd July 2025
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Oxford student’s rape trial dropped

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The trial of an Oxford student for rape and sexual assault has been dropped days before the case was due to be heard in court.

St. Hugh’s chemist Oliver Mears, who matriculated in October 2016, voluntarily suspended his studies after being accused of assaulting a women in July 2015, when he was 17.

Mears, from Horley in Surrey, has spent more than two years on bail. His trial, which was due to begin on Monday, has been abandoned this week.

The Crown Prosecution Service (CPS) requested that a judge record a ‘not guilty’ verdict, citing that evidence had been reviewed by a “new set of eyes”.

Prosecutor Sarah Lindop told Judge Jonathan Black at Guildford Crown Court that the decision not to advance with the case was in light of fresh examination of a diary and digital evidence. She said this “tips the balance” in favour of the 19-year old.

According to the Daily Mail, it is believed lawyers for the student, claimed evidence that would prove Mears’ innocence had not yet been disclosed.

One St. Hugh’s student told Cherwell: “The whole process seems ridiculous frankly.

“The CPS and the police need to get their act together and realise that it’s as important to protect innocent people as it is to secure convictions.

“Keeping people under allegations for so long is just cruel.”

A CPS spokesperson said: “We keep all cases under continual review. Following a review of this case, prosecutors were not satisfied there was a realistic prospect of conviction as the evidential test set out in the Code for Crown Prosecutors was not met.

“We therefore decided to offer no evidence.”

They also maintained that the decision to withdraw this case was not made because of an earlier failure to disclose evidence. According to the BBC, prosecutor Lindhop said in court that there were “some disclosure matters” but “this is not a disclosure case per se”.

Surrey Police said it “deeply regrets mistakes made in the efficacy of investigations.” They noted that officers did not follow “what we would consider to be a reasonable line of enquiry.” An internal review has been launched.

The judge criticised “unnecessary delays” in the case. For those involved, he said, the case had been “hanging over their heads” for two years.

Judge Black ordered the head of the CPS rape and sexual offences unit contact him within 28 days “with a full explanation of what went wrong.” This will inform whether later action needs to be taken “at CPS or police level.”

The news follows the Metropolitan Police’s recent announcement that it would review all sex crime investigations in which a suspect had been charged.

This came after the CPS chose to offer no evidence against Liam Allen and Isaacy Itiary following the late disclosure of evidence which worked to in the defendants’ favour.

St. Hugh’s College would not respond to the particulars of the individual case, but told Cherwell that “it is a matter for Oliver to decide when he wishes to return.”

Oxford University declined to comment.

Amadeus review – ‘Salieri cackles in a high-backed chair like a Bond villain’

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It is an irony, and surely a knowing one, that a play about mediocrity such as Peter Shaffer’s Amadeus should be so superlative. Michael Longhurst’s production of the play at the National Theatre is the most spectacular, enjoyable and life-affirming piece of theatre I have seen in some time. It is also courageous, in light of recent cuts to arts funding, to see a production argue so forcefully for the unique value and enduring relevance of theatre in contemporary society.

The scene is late eighteenth-century Vienna, and the narrative opens with the arrival of the titular prodigy, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (Adam Gillen), to the city. It is not Mozart, however, but his jealous rival Salieri (Lucian Msamati) who is the audience’s protagonist and guide, and the story is told in flashback from his supposed deathbed. Longhurst’s direction is particularly ingenious here: the stage comes to represent, not the realistic topography of fin-de-siècle Vienna, but rather the cavernous, changeable expanse of Salieri’s memory, with Msamati a constant presence, preening centre stage or cackling, hidden, in his high-backed chair, like an effete Bond villain.

It is Msamati who anchors this ambitious production, and amongst the veritable embarrassment of riches that Amadeus affords his performance deserves special mention. His Salieri is the charismatic ringleader, the audience’s drily witty confidante amongst the excesses of the Viennese court; but he is also petty, venal, occasionally loathsome (the scene in which he makes advances on Mozart’s wife, empathetically played by Adelle Leonce) and ultimately, in the final scene, absurd. The fact that Msamati achieves this seamless character arc while never leaving the stage speaks volumes about his exemplary talents. At one point, upon asking the audience if he had really changed that much since the play’s beginning, a punter replied with the wonderfully equivocal ‘a bit’; which, really, says it all.

If Msamati’s expertly measured performance gives Amadeus its relatable human detail, then Adam Gillen’s Mozart suggests the exact opposite: the guilty pleasure of absurd overacting. This is a compliment; Shaffer’s Mozart is a ridiculous figure, and Gillen’s performance is a masterclass in petulance, as he runs around the stage, spitting and shrieking. It must take genius to be this irritating. But Gillen can also handle Mozart’s final, moving insanity, and if his character arc is less subtle than Msamati’s, it is every bit as affecting.

Special mention should also be made for Matthew Spencer’s performance as the mincingly imbecilic Joseph II, who delivers many of the play’s funniest lines. Indeed, one of the best things about Amadeus is its conviviality; while handling serious themes, it never gets bugged down in turgid psychological realism, and relief is always at hand thanks to the Southbank Sinfonia, an onstage presence as nimble and pervasive as Msamati who ensure Amadeus is aurally as well as dramatically rich.

By ensuring this diversity of entertainments coexist, often for comic or dramatic effect, on the same stage, Michael Longhurst’s production of Amadeus makes a powerful case for the vital uniqueness of theatre as an art form. And, for all the extravagant period detail, Amadeus feels strikingly relevant; it features a commendably diverse cast, and the play’s themes of mediocrity, and of fame as a kind of immortality, are arguably more pertinent now than when Shaffer first penned them in 1979. I implore you to go and see it while you can, as I have a feeling posterity will be talking about this one for a long time to come.

More Union Presidents than BME people in cabinet

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The UK Cabinet now contains more ex-Oxford Union Presidents than BME people, following this month’s reshuffle.

Foreign Secretary Boris Johnson, Environment Secretary Michael Gove, and Education Secretary Damian Hinds were all Presidents of the debating society while studying at Oxford.

The only BME minister who attends Cabinet is Sajid Javid, the Secretary of State for Housing, Local Government and Communities.

Johnson was President in Trinity term 1986, Gove held the post in Hilary 1988, and Hinds in Trinity 1991.

Hinds’ addition to the Cabinet meant that the number of exUnion presidents stayed constant, even after Damian Green, former Minister for the Cabinet Office and Union President for Michaelmas 1977, was asked to leave the government after lying about concerning pornography on his work computer.

Prominent ministerial resignations in late 2017 affected the demographic balance of the Cabinet. As well as Damian Green, International Development Secretary Priti Patel was forced to resign after controversy over her unauthorised meetings with Israeli officials provoked a media outcry.

Johnson initially lost out on the position of Oxford Union President when running as a Conservative, but in 1986 he was able to win the position as a Social Democrat.

Michael Gove, a contemporary of Johnson, backed his bid for presidency.

Hinds famously defeated Tory backbencher Jacob Rees-Mogg in the Union Presidential contest for Trinity 1991. Rees-Mogg served as Librarian of the Union while studying at Trinity College.

Hinds’ promotion has caught the attention of pundits, with Gove going as far as to name him as a potential future leader of the party.

Hinds’ old Union rival Rees-Mogg, who also been touted as a potential Tory future leader.

Rees-Mogg described Hinds as “an amazingly able man, and a very nice one too.

If you’ve got to lose to somebody, to lose to somebody you greatly respect is much preferable.”

The reshuffle also saw the rise of Michaelmas term 1997 President Sam Gyimah to Universities Ministers. As reported last week, his reign as president proved controversial, as he invited Saddam Hussein’s deputy to speak at the Union, and was accused of ‘overworking’ committee members.

Theresa May was an active debater during her time at Oxford, and her husband Phillip May was president for Trinity 1979.

Roland Rudd, brother of the Home Secretary who was given the additional role of Minister for Women and Equalities in the recent reshuffle, became president for Hilary 1985 while studying at Regent’s Park College.

Lucy Frazer, an MP first elected in 2015 who got her first ministerial job this week, is the only former Cambridge Union president in the government.

According to analysis by The Sutton Trust, 48.3% of the Cabinet were Oxbridge educated, a similar figure to David Cameron’s 2015 cabinet where 52% had been to either Oxford or Cambridge.

Another 34.5% of the Cabinet went to other Russell Group universites.

No members of the Cabinet did not attend university. The last member of the Cabinet who did not go to university was Patrick McLoughlin, formerly Conservative party chairman.

The Oxford Union and the Cabinet Office declined Cherwell’s request for comment.

Twelfth Night preview – ‘a darker version’

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Identical twins Viola and Sebastian are separated and must find their own ways to survive, leading to a series of disguises, confusion, and entanglements. Post-Truth Theatre Company, under the direction of  Alice Taylor, transports this story of mistaken identity and love, as well as the story of an uptight man meeting his revenge, to the present day.

Illyria is reimagined as a nightclub, a concept that Taylor admits doesn’t work perfectly for every scene, but does work very well for many others. Olivia’s status as a celebrity is effect in terms of establishing her as distanced from her surroundings. The  difference of Cesario to the others who want her attention is also part of what draws her to him.

Technology is also a key part of bringing celebrity culture to the stage, as the constant presence of camera phones contribute to the idea of an ever-watchful paparazzi. This works to draw attention to the bystander as the audience questions their complicity in the events that they document but may not engage with, some particularly true of cruel ones. It also makes us aware of the audience’s position of outside voyeurs on a circle of people’s private lives. The disastrous effects anonymous electronic messages may have are also explored.

Gender and sexuality is another focus of this production. All productions of Twelfth Night are inherently queer, due to the crossdressing, and both Olivia and Orsino falling for Viola/Cesario. This production also develops the subtext in the original play, allowing Antonio and Sebastian to have a romantic relationship, and looking at Orsino’s performance of masculinity.

Out of the characters and actors, I particularly enjoyed Robin Ferguson’s Malvolio, overflowing with hurt following his mistreatment, Chloe Taylor’s Viola,  utterly bewildered in this final scene of confusion and revelations, and  Esme Sander’s Olivia, who is perfectly cold as she rejects Orsino, and makes me want to see any contrasts in how she treats Cesario. That said, all the actors work together to form a strong cast.

In order to create the world of Illyria and its surroundings, the whole O’Reilly will be used, clearly showing the distinctions between those within the circle of celebrity and those without. Neon lights and a bar will create the club of Illyria itself. The stage feels a little crowded when almost the whole cast are on it; however, we are still able to focus on key characters at critical moments.

I haven’t heard any of Tom O’Connor’s original compositions beyond what is on the Facebook page, but the techno club music seems to suit the setting. The cast enjoy the fact that the fights are hand to hand, as opposed to swords, another aspect of modernisation, and Ariel Levine’s fight choreography is close up and violently physical.

From watching the final scene, and talking to both cast and crew, it’s clear that they are producing a darker version of the play, instead of the comedy we may expect. However, the concept and tone both work to bring the play into the modern day, and critique our society as well.

Revealed: the £300k cost of Oxford SU’s refurb

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Oxford University spent over £300,000 renovating Oxford SU’s stylish new offices, Cherwell has learnt.

A Freedom of Information (FOI) request revealed the University’s Estates Services paid out over £200,000 on building work and nearly £175,000 on redecorating to move the student union headquarters.

University officials spent a further £25,000 on interior designers and £26,000 on new furniture for the new offices, the figures show.

Oxford SU moved from 2 Worcester Street to the larger university-owned premises at 4 Worcester Street in September last year. It was part of a wider makeover that also involved rebranding from ‘OUSU’ to ‘Oxford SU’. According to Oxford SU, the relocation was requested by the University.

Oxford University paid a total of £316,651 on the refitting job, a cost that will fuel debate on the spiralling costs of the SU’s rebranding scheme and raise questions over why the University, and not Oxford SU, solely footed the bill for the work at a time of heightened scrutiny on University expenses.

Last August, Cherwell revealed that Oxford SU paid a London PR agency over £17,000 to improve its image amongst the student body, including designing a new logo and website.

The rebrand followed a survey showing Oxford’s student union has some of the lowest satisfaction rates in the country.

At the time, students took to social media to brand the cost “absolutely obscene”.

The 4 Worcester Street offices are used by the elected sabbatical officers and other staff, as well as the student union’s official newspaper the Oxford Student and its relaunched online radio station Oxide.

Ray Williams, an Oxide presenter, while admitting the studio was “cramped”, described the new premises as “modern and clean with high quality equipment”.

Felix Pope, a Hertford student said: “It’s nothing short of absurd that the University and Oxford SU have decided that the best way to spend hundreds of thousands of pounds is to do up a suite of offices that the vast majority of students will never enter, for an organisation that that vast majority of students couldn’t care less about.

“Why buy state of the art recording equipment for a radio station that will attract a few dozen listeners at most? Why splurge on a body so irrelevant to student life that that couldn’t convince even a fifth of us to bother to vote in its most recent internal election? And why waste yet more money after SU functionaries blew 17 grand this summer on an ugly new logo that could’ve been thrown together in ten minutes on Photoshop?

“Surely this money could be better spent on improving student mental health provision, funding outreach work, or helping support those from disadvantaged backgrounds.”

An Oxford SU spokesperson told Cherwell: “The new space has increased the opportunity for students to use space that Oxford SU provides with more student meetings, campaigns and socials happening in the building over the last term.

“It has also increased space for the University’s Student Welfare and Support Services, which includes the counselling and disability advisory services.”

A University spokesperson told Cherwell: “These costs relate to a project designed to improve a range of services for our students. The project included providing OxfordSU with additional office and meeting space, which will allow it to further develop its service for students.

“It also expanded space for University’s Student Welfare and Support Services, which includes the counselling and disability advisory services – allowing for additional appointments with students; and brought together the Welfare, Graduate Accommodation and Fees and Funding teams in buildings close to OxfordSU.

“We believe the project will benefit students across the University, and that the costs are proportionate for a project of this scale.”

Twelfth Night Review – Shakespeare for the Love Island Generation’

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While sceptical at first, I did grow to see the creative flair behind Alice Taylor’s production of Twelfth Night, in which the action catapulted from the Shakespearean age straight into the modern world of the selfie and ‘Will Grigg’s On Fire’ (which, to my disbelief, was chanted to open the second act) .

Twelfth Night offered an immersive experience, with flashing club lights and nightclub-style stamps instead of tickets. Mere gimmicks? I don’t think so. There was something highly professional about this production of one of Shakespeare’s greatest comedies, particularly with its focus on the role of social media and the power of this new form of communication to abuse and manipulate. I may have been reading too much into it, but by the time the cast were giving their bows I definitely felt the need to reflect on the dangers of modern life, provoked by the action on stage and its mirroring of reality.

As an ensemble piece, this production definitely delivered. Outstanding performances were given by Tom Fisher (as the very dark Duke Orsino), Esme Saunders (Olivia), and Joseph Shailer (Antonio). The tale of twins separated by a shipwreck and reunited through subterfuge and intrigue, a nightclub is probably not the most obvious choice of setting for a production of Twelfth Night. However, Isabel Galwey and Niamh Calway’s design proved the doubters wrong. It was a triumph.

Saunders pranced around the traverse stage as a glamour model-style Olivia, with an entourage of supporters with flashing smartphones and the requisite sportswear and personal assistant-cum-personal trainer (Malvolio, played by Robin Ferguson) to make it big in reality television. Shrieking and screaming after Malvolio’s big reveal – a picture of him in a compromising position on his smartphone – and rather creepy advances, Saunders is exquisite as the twenty-first century’s greatest invention, the style-devoid style icon. She is the ultimate petulant child.

Inevitably, much attention was drawn to Malvolio’s torture-like treatment which was made even more gratuitously depraved and violent than in other productions I have seen. In the end, after all the blood-letting and attacks, I certainly felt a great deal of sympathy for Ferguson’s character, even as he pledged revenge and staggered away from his captors. Ferguson should be applauded for his ability to make the audience feel queasy at his utter creepiness and lechery, whilst also sorrow at his ultimate demise.

Taylor definitely succeeded in toeing the delicate line between bloody, horror-film style terror and comedy (Twelfth Night’s default) with this production. I was taken aback by how morbid Twelfth Night can become, particularly with the McMafia-style Duke Orsino surrounded by his evil enforcers.

As with all modernised productions, I expected a gay love story to emerge. I was not disappointed, well, not completely. Antonio and Sebastian (Tom Mackie) appeared to have their own romantic affair going on behind the wider plot of the latter being lost as sea far from his estranged sister. Stealing a kiss on the balcony before Antonio was brutally attacked by Orsino’s henchman did add some raunchiness to the evening, but an explicitly happy ending for the pair would not have been too much to ask for.

The Post-Truth Theatre Company certainly delivered on its remit with this production of Twelfth Night, showing us the excess of young alcoholics (the laddish and likeable Christopher Page and Staś Butler as Toby and Andrew respectively), the dangers of social media, and unwanted sexual advances. Arguably, the beauty of the Shakespearean cannon is its ability to speak to us using the language of 500 years ago but in terms we understand, in settings we can relate to, and with layers of meaning that peel open only for us to peek in. Taylor’s production recognises all that, and more.

Twelfth Night runs at the Keble O’Reilly until Saturday, 20th January.

Man charged over stabbing of boy outside Pembroke accommodation

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Two Oxford residents have been charged over the stabbing of a boy near a Pembroke College accommodation building. Students in the block have been told to “take care”.

Harun Jama was killed in Friars Wharf last Wednesday, across the river from the college’s Sir Geoffrey Arthur Building (GAB).

Craig Ford, 33, of Luther Street, has been charged with murder, as well as violent crime and drugs-related charges.
The teenage boy, from Birmingham, suffered stab wounds to the abdomen, leg, and chest. He died shortly afterwards in hospital.

Thames Valley Police closed off two bridges leading over the Thames and Castle Mill Stream.

In an email, seen by Cherwell, Pembroke college staff informed students that plain-clothes officers would visit the GAB and would be “talking to residents to see if there were any witnesses.”

Detective Chief Inspector Andy Howard said: “I understand that this incident will cause concern in the community, but I assure people that we are carrying out a full and thorough investigation.”

A spokesperson for Pembroke told Cherwell: “Following the tragic incident at Friars Wharf last week we have taken the opportunity to remind all students who live in the Geoffrey Arthur Building to take care in the area, especially after dark.

“We continue to encourage Pembroke students to take sensible measures to protect their personal safety, including travelling in groups where possible and using well-lit streets in the local area as a preferred route.”

A third year Pembroke student said: “We were very shocked, but not surprised as everyone knew the bridge wasn’t the safest area.”

An eye-witness told the Oxford Mail: “I was cycling up the ramp when I saw a head. A couple of runners were down there on the path.

“There was a lot of blood, right along the path, and his eyes were rolled back. I think he was dead then. I know that there was no pulse.”

The boy’s next-door neighbour Jamal Madar said he was “loved by so many in Birmingham community. He would always greet you with his big white smile and kind words.

“I’ll never forget his cheeky smile. Rest easy bro.”

The accused Craig Ford was remanded in custody, with a provisional trial date set for June by judge Ian Pringle QC, who presided over the Lavinia Woodward case last year.

Alice Ashcroft, 25, was also charged for possession with intent to supply Class A drugs.

Both appeared at Oxford Crown Court on Tuesday.

Rachel Whiteread Tate review: ‘her pieces are embodiments of domestic memories’

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Have you ever struggled to explain why you like modern art to your dad? Are you tired of your friend’s irreverent ‘I could have done this!’, when they very clearly couldn’t have? Then send them to the Rachel Whiteread exhibition at Tate Britain, and go along with them; she’s the epitome of the modern sculptor whose seemingly simplistic and minimalist works raise the eyebrows of modern art-phobics. Whilst I usually adopt an open mind when it comes to modern art and the complexity of the thought-process behind it, I was quite sceptical about Whiteread. The only example of her work I’d seen on the Tate website was the plastic cast of a pink water bottle which, as it was cold December, I was more tempted to buy for myself than to consider as a work of art. The exhibition, though, changed my mind.

Born in London in 1963 and most famous for being the first woman to win the Turner Prize (in 1993), Whiteread is one of the UK’s most acclaimed sculptors. The exhibition takes the viewer through her career by displaying well known works, such as Untitled (100 Spaces), together with new pieces that have never previously been exhibited. It’s the largest collection of Whiteread’s work to date, and a fitting tribute to her easily overlooked artistic versatility, as the subtleties and details within her minimalism. In particular, it cleverly reveals how Whiteread plays around with size; large sculptures such as Untitled (Stairs) give way to her selection of pastel coloured ‘torsos’ (the hot water bottles). By juxtaposing, say, an alignment of multicoloured loo rolls with huge resin models of Victorian houses, this exhibition allows us to appreciate the domesticity central to Whiteread’s work.

 

Speaking to Linsey Young, the contemporary British art curator at Tate Britain, Whiteread explained her attempt to ‘preserve the everyday and give authority to some of the more forgotten things.’ At their heart, her pieces are embodiments of domestic memories. Particularly striking was a cast of two long bookshelves which had be moulded in such a way that preserved the different heights and widths of the books that had been there. This sculpture immortalises a moment in time, one in which a unique combination of books created an inimitable outline. Ironically, before realising that these were actual bookshelves, my first impression was of coffin casts; objects which, in serving to immortalise an individual’s memory, aren’t doing to dissimilar job to Whiteread. The exhibition ends with a short film which reveals just how much work goes into making her casts, whether small or monumental.

Whiteread redefines our perception of living spaces. By halting objects in time and casting them into something solid, she allows us to reflect on the role of the material within immaterial relationships: a home is only a home because it’s encapsulated in a house. With just a few days left before the exhibition closes, it seems the only appropriate words left are the following: for heaven’s sake, go!

Blind Date: “I would like to be the female Louis Theroux”

Barney Pite, First Year, Classics, University

I arrived at the Turf Tavern a fashionable 6 minutes late, experiencing an intoxicating cocktail of nerves and brash determination. The first awkward moment was when I, for some reason unknown even to me, went for the handshake (who does that?). As it turned out, this was faux and we settled for a hug.

The opening stages passed without notable event. Her chat was pretty good (this is the front on which I might have let myself down to be honest), and we bonded over Kanye knowledge and juice avours. Tensions arose when she called my San Pellegrino of choice basic (blood orange by the way – full bodied, but simultaneously tangy and sweet). For some indiscernible reason she preferred pomegranate.

I left the date under the slight impression that she might be a little out of my league.

What was your first impression?

Good on hip hop and nail polish.

Quality of the chat?

High. Outward going.

Most awkward moment?

When I called her phone case basic. Makes up for the San Pell comment.

Kiss or miss?

Would need a second date to know.

Shoma Dhar, Second Year, English, LMH

When Barney arrived I was taken aback by his decision to go for a handshake. I take a strong dislike to the handshake motion – it is simultaneously intimate and non-intimate, something too confusing for my mind to comprehend. However, after explaining this, we hugged and ordered our drinks.

The conversation flowed very easily, even when I’d throw out remarks like “I would like to be the female Louis Theroux” and I appreciated his lack of judgement. We dove into the things that really mattered: Coke or Pepsi? Despite being a Pepsi fanatic myself, I wouldn’t say Coke is the worst beverage choice he made. I may have called his choice of San Pelli (Blood Orange) quite basic, which I apologise for, as that was quite rude. I respect everyone’s choice of drink to quench one’s thirst.

What was your first impression?

Friendly and easy to talk to.

Quality of the chat?

Had many a great convo.

Most awkward moment?

When he told me he hadn’t seen many Heath Ledger movies.

Kiss or miss?

Maybe a kiss on the cheek (with tongue).

 

Gender-swapped remakes are a risk not worth taking

In the months before DC’s new Wonder Woman came out, there was a sense that the women of this world collectively held their breath, because this was not just another superhero movie, this was to be a deciding moment. It shouldn’t have been so momentous of course, it should have been just another superhero movie, to be lauded like Guardians of the Galaxy and Deadpool, or to flop like Green Lantern, but unfortunately, Wonder Woman did not have that luxury.

Instead, it was bearing the heavy load of responsibility for whether more films with a strong female lead, particularly within the superhero genre, would be greenlit. Considering DC’s track record then it was no surprise that this caused some stress, for despite the abominable quality of Batman vs Superman and Suicide Squad, films about Batman and the Joker will never disappear from our screens, but it felt like if there had been just one Wonder Woman flop, it would be the end of all Wonder Woman filmsin perpetuity.

Women are not granted the same liberties as men in cinema, every film made that features anything less than 70:30 split between men and women, or that passes the Bechdel test feels like a risk. It is for these, albeit depressing reasons that gender-swapped remakes need to stop.

There is no question that the film industry as a whole needs more strong female leads, but, gender swapping old scripts is not just a lazy solution to this issue but, more importantly, it sets up female-led films for a fall and is therefore simply not viable under the circumstances. No one ever wants remakes of classics. They are, in fact, notoriously bad. While there are of course exceptions, which have succeeded and are beloved, Scarface being an obvious example, there is a big difference between remaking a quite good, but lesser known, and perhaps underappreciated film, with access to better budgets and technology, and taking a universally loved cult classic and remaking it while it is still very present in the current cultural zeitgeist.

I would argue that the latter can never be anything more successful than ‘divisive’. This is of course entirely understandable, because people do not like the things they love to be meddled with or besmirched. Therefore, when remakes of films like Ghostbusters and Ocean’s Eleven, are announced and women are put into the roles of beloved male characters, in addition to the already ever-present obstacle of sexism, then they have to fight the toxic genre they represent. Even if there are strong elements to the film, it cannot escape being relentlessly compared to and automatically tarnished for being less good than the original. And, unfortunately, due to the pressures that ride on every female-led film, we cannot afford to be making films dominated by women, which from their very conception only have a slim chance of success.

Gender swapping is not the issue here; it is the remake element that throws everything into disarray. There’s no doubt that we need more roles for women in film, more Johns changed to Janes, when there are new scripts on the desks of the big executives currently structured as an all-male cast. In the absence of scripted female-leads, we need more directors and producers to say I’m taking this on, but I’m gender-swapping it.

This method is tried and tested, most notably by Sigourney Weaver’s role in Alien, which was originally written for a man, and has now become one of the most iconic female cinematic heroes of all time. There’s usually no reason why the role couldn’t be played by a woman, but that doesn’t mean we can replace the all-American hero Brad Pitt with Cate Blanchett, or Bill Murray with Melissa McCarthy, and then be surprised by the unhelpfully distracting backlash.

While in concept, the idea of taking big male action or comedy hero types and using actresses for the roles to prove women can do anything men can do is understandable it is also far too optimistic for the world we live in.