Andrea Harris believes that Hollywood's cult of "the Warrior Woman" has passed the apogee of its flight over the great white predatory fish:

Have I said how tired I am of women warriors? In the movies, in fiction, in genres where you wouldn’t even expect a woman to have to kick butt, there she is, wielding weaponry that the Governator in his prime might have trouble hefting, and not needing any icky man to protect her fine, independant self. The Cult of the Hot ‘N’ Sexy Warrior Woman is one of the many reasons why I no longer read science fiction, why I’ve quit watching most movies and tv, and even why I have been buying second-hand pre-1980s furniture in my own little campaign to bring back the past.

I don't mind well done newcomers to the genre--but those are awfully few and far between. It was fun when Sigourney Weaver and Karen Allen first appeared in Alien and Raiders of the Lost Ark, respectively, but any Hollywood trend starts to look a little shopworn after a while--especially when it's one that's been around for over 25 years now.