That’s the theme (and sly joke) of her melodrama Blue Steel, in which a male bystander watches a female cop blast a robber into oblivion and covets her phallic power.
Director Kathryn Bigelow (Strange Days, Blue Steel) is one of the great action directors but in The Hurt Locker she relies a bit too heavily on what is increasingly becoming the very clichéd way of representing the Iraq War with the use of handheld camera, grainy textures and washed out cinematography.
Near Dark (1987), Blue Steel (1989) Point Break (1991) and the best of the millennium thrillers, Strange Days (1995), all showed an understanding of the camera, actors (often cross cast against type) and editing that were as good as any.
Over the years, Bigelow has sometimes been guilty of working too hard to out-macho the guys (particularly with movies like “Blue Steel”), though she’s also made a few terrific and distinctive pictures, like the raggedly poetic vampire story “Near Dark.”
The gender role subtexts of Blue Steel and Strange Days make both into far more interesting films than they might have been otherwise, and are particularly intriguing considering Bigelow's role as one of the very few women in the testosterone-laden fraternity of action movie directors.
In her “Blue Steel” (1989), as Jamie Lee Curtis, playing a cop, geared up for a day’s work, Bigelow focussed on her revolver, her leather holster, and her shoes, in gleaming closeup.