A treatise on Thelma & Louise.

I'd like to give some rough musings on what folks consider one of the actual classic films of the 1990s (maybe a little too late, maybe not), even though I've only seen it once, years ago, and don't remember all that much about it.
Thelma and Louise, originally, were basically just a pair of browbeaten, no-hope Texas housewives who had gotten just plain fed up with all the poo-butt luck each of their lives had thus far handed them.  Most especially, they had gotten it through a profoundly corrupt (and masculine-oriented, to crazy excess) society, which would beat them into the dirt whenever they aimed not only for any accomplishment, but even ambition, of their own.  This was in no small part from their freeloading dirtbags of husbands, each of whom never believed in either Thelma or Louise as people, leading each of these ladies to wonder why they had married men like them in the first place.
Needless to say, after a certain length of time, those two women just couldn't take any more such luck.
So they proverbially broke out, going on a multiple-county crime spree, just to stave off their pent-up frustrations, and screw whatever society thought, or especially their old men.  Thelma and Louise became wanted fugitives, for armed robbery and reckless endangerment, and even murder.  They really let the system know in the process of it all where it could take its opinion of such "ordinary little ladies" as them and shove it up; in fact, when the law had them cornered, and those two decided—in fact, happily—to drive off the edge of the Grand Canyon, you could tell that for them, it was well worth it all.  We've all heard of the Angry White Male genre that was so popular around the early Reagan years.  "Thelma & Louise" is the one and only example we might ever need of the Two Angry White Chicks genre.