Clark: the world is very complicated and I’ve been raised to be careful with my power because I could change the course of mankind if i just start zooming around the world. I will train very carefully, learn my background, then when I’m ready I will reveal myself to –
Zod: HEY EARTH THERES A NUCLEAR POWERED ALIEN LIVING AMONG YOU. HIS NAME IS KAL. ANYONE SEEN KAL? IM HERE TO MURDER HIM PROBABLY. ALSO ALL OF YOU. LOL SEND HIM OUT.
yknow if romeo had just Cried on juliets corpse for a couple hours instead of drinking poison Right Then they would have been Fine
The moral of the story is: always take time to cry for a few hours before making important decisions.
So I’m more or less being facetious here, but this is actually a thing.
Hamlet is genre savvy. Hamlet knows how Tragedies work, and he’s not going to rush in and get stabby without making absolutely certain he’s got all the facts.
Except once he thinks he has all the facts – once he’s certain that it really is the ghost of his father and Claudius really did kill him, he rushes in and stabs the wrong guy, which starts a domino line of deaths and gets Laertes embroiled in his own revenge tragedy and ultimately results in the deaths of nearly every character other than Horatio.
That’s the irony and the tragedy of the story. Hamlet knows his tropes and actively tries to avoid them, and the tropes get him anyway. It’s inevitable, the tropes are hungry.
I want a sticker that says the tropes are hungry so I can put it on my laptop
i met a scholar once who said that tragedies aren’t about a silly “flaw” or anything, it’s about having a hero who’s just in the wrong goddamn story
if hamlet swapped places with othello he wouldn’t be duped by any of iago’s shit, he’d sit down & have a good think & actually examine the facts before taking action. meanwhile in denmark, othello would have killed claudius before act 2 could even start. but instead nope, they’re both in situations where their greatest strengths are totally useless and now we’ve got all these bodies to bury.
The tropes are hungry and the hero is in the wrong goddamn story.
I love this post.
I wonder sometimes if how and why I saw Man of Steel impacted how much more I love that film compared to family/friends. Not only did I see it in theaters opening night, but it was one of those Walmart one-day-early Thursday night premiere screenings, complete with a short introduction video with interviews from the director, actors, and producers about how they were trying to update Superman for a new audience and expanding Krypton. What their goals were and what plot and characterization arcs to observe. That premiere video had short clips from the film and the music (which I was already digging). Weirdly I felt spoiled going in without being at all spoiled/having much anticipation for this film, if I remember.
I know I saw the trailers, thinking with those opening shots that this was an Aquaman movie at first what with fishing boats + DC Comics logo (Didn’t everyone?). I was interested but not greatly so. The thing was, I hadn’t bought this opening night ticket for Man of Steel. I had planned on seeing the film, but I don’t remember looking forward to it as a ‘must watch’. My best friend at the time had bought it and was going to go with another friend and her family. But her health had deteriorated, and that evening she hadn’t felt up to going out – thus she gave me the ticket so someone would use it. I promised to go see it, have fun, and re-watch it with her at a later date together. I know we did, but I can’t remember how much she liked it or not. She died a little under a year after Man of Steel came out. Still, I can’t help but to link them in my mind.
I know I had seen some of the animated Superman series as a child and watched the Lois and Clark series with my parents, really loving it, but never Smallville, and I had never seen the Christopher Reeve Superman movies or read the comics. I saw Superman Returns and didn’t care for it (except Kevin Spacey’s Lex Luthor and the gag with the Pomeranians – Superman Returns is forever the ‘cannibalistic Pomeranian movie’ to me). Superman as the boring invincible hero was the lazy pop-culture caricature I was willing to believe – and then I saw Man of Steel. And not only did it have an even better Lois and Clark, but it made Clark Kent/Kal-el an interesting character for me, one that was very relatable, fully-rounded, became a character I wanted to watch more stories about. It made me want to hunt down Superman comics to read. To listen to podcasts, to get excited for the rest of the DCEU films.
do you ever just want to pull a character from their world for awhile and put a blanket around their shoulders and pat them on their back or hold them while saying how proud you are then maybe get them some hot cocoa and just let them relax for a second because damn they’ve been through some tough shit
When all the guests had left, Bruce brought out the old record player and danced with his kids to songs from the 50s. Some favorites include Beyond the Sea (Bobby Darin), Hound Dog (Elvis Presley), At the Hop (Danny & the Juniors), Sh-Boom (The Chords), and
AHA! Little did you know that I was lying in wait, ready to pounce the second this topic was brought up!
The two kitties on the stools are meant to be more traditional Thai Cats (whether they came across that way in my not-especially-well-acquainted-with-cat-anatomy style is another question), but I couldn’t resist giving the one Sauron was holding the modern American Siamese long snooty snoot snoot, because they have matching aquiline profiles. :3
I’m so glad, and to be frank, we all know Sauron prefers the modern bat-eared long muzzle versions.
(There’s a debate anyway on if the original Thai cats were as round-faced as ‘appleheads’, though the modern show lines are definitely an exaggeration and have grown visibly more extreme even in the last twenty years)
OT: As a child/teen I had a Siamese and an Oriental Shorthair, both retired show cats. The Siamese was basically allergic to herself (well, it was a dandruff-related allergy) and in lieu of taking daily medicine that would make her fur fall out, she ran around the house perpetually sneezing and eyes half-shut. The sort of pathetic and pitiable existence I think oddly befitting when I think of Sauron.
(And I know Tolkien was obviously not a cat person, though personally I found my Siamese far more dog-like in personality than most sight-hounds I’ve owned, and such a chatty and affectionate breed surely should be the elven cat. And since Siamese have weaker night-vision than most cats, that means they are cats belonging in Valinor during the Light of the Two Years and objectively the worst pick of cat breed for a sun-hating dark lord. ;p )
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