Guardians of the Galaxy is remarkable for having a full-on female action star hero in Gamora, a female baddie in Nebula, and a female political leader in Nova Prime. It is that rare thing, a sci fi movie that passes the Bechdel test. Gamora resists Peter Quill’s well-worn come-on outside a bar in Knowhere, much to his surprise, and this elevates her from conquest to potential partner.
This is not true of Bereet. Bereet is Peter Quill’s last casual hook-up before he meets Gamora. He picks her up on Xandar and he wakes up the and heads to Morag the next morning to steal an orb that the puts the story in motion. As he makes his escape from the planet, he flips his spaceship and wakes Bereet.
Now, there are lots of pink people on Xandar. People with jobs, people with families. None of them speak or act like Bereet, whose voice and delivery is that of a brain-damaged Russian. She doesn’t seem to understand technology, nor the manners of modern communication, because she is a sexual creature and a joke. Peter doesn’t remember her name or even that she’s onboard, hours after seducing her and letting her sexily wriggle into his childhood t-shirt, which he has carted around for twenty years and now loses forever.
An hour later in the film, Peter risks his own life to rescue Gamora as her body deteriorates in outer space. Meeting her, an independent woman who does not immediately fall to his seduction, makes him give up his playboy ways and become a fully functioning human being.
Bereet, despite being beautiful and pliable, doesn’t deserve any of this. I know she’s a foil to show how much Peter grows up. I’m not 100% a dick. I just thought the difference between Gamora and Bereet was interesting to observe. Sometimes my costumes are more about walking around as that character and person for awhile. Or just covering myself in pink airbrush makeup.
Here is my Facebook album, The Several Moods of Bereet.