So I saw Thor: The Dark World last night. I love going to those cool early shows. I love it even more now that most of them are at like ten o’clock instead of midnight. I’m such an old lady that way. This one happened to be at 8:30. Well, the 2D one was at 8:30. There were 3D ones at eight and nine, but I’m cheap and I’ve never really liked 3D, so we weren’t gonna do that. Luckily, my brother’s a pretty good sport. Or he doesn’t care about 3D either, I can’t tell.
A note about the environment: I like going to these kinds of movies with my brother. He doesn’t read comics or anything, but he has a general knowledge of comics and superheroes that most people have. But he is really into mythology, and probably knows about most of the stuff Thor and Odin and them talked about. He gets pretty excited about these things, and it’s nice to go to the movies with someone who’s excited to be there. I’d like to state, for the record, that my ex, who was a huge comic book nerd, was never anywhere near as excited as my brother when we went to see comic book movies. Lame-o.
So I’ve seen Thor and Marvel’s The Avengers and the other movies tied into it. I was pretty excited for this one, mainly because I love Loki. And though I don’t typically like muscly guys, I like Thor. And I like the incest jokes people keep making. And I like the bromance that the actors have in real life. But I love Loki.
Admittedly, I’ve never read any Thor comics. Sadly, I’ve been so freaking poor that I haven’t read any comics in almost six months. But I never really read superhero comics, I don’t know why. I like them and the concept of them perfectly fine. Whatever, not the point. The point is, I don’t know how well they honored the storyline that I assume this is based on. I also don’t know much about Norse mythology, but what I do know lines up with what the movie projects. Namely that Thor is a superhero. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the Norse predicted that their god of thunder would someday grace the pages of comic books and help their masked and differently abled heroes save the world. Pretty insightful, if I do say so myself. But no really. I know that Thor is the god of thunder, Odin is his father and the kind of king thing, Iggdrasil is the world tree, Loki is the god of mischief.
I hope the filmmakers didn’t make some huge mistakes I should be embarrassed for liking, because I fucking loved this movie. I’m so not one for action-y movies, but for some reason I <3 Thor.
Spoiler alert time. So the bad guys in this movie are dark elves, who were the first beings in to exist, and the love evil and darkness and they made this thing that helps their evilness and is also evil on its own called the Aether. There’s also this thing that happens every 5,000 years or so called the convergence, where the boundaries between the nine realms (all connected through Iggdrasil) blur and weird shit happens. The dark elves were vanquished before by Odin’s father, and presumed dead. Don’t do that. You know what they say when you presume. Your equal but oppositely hot sons will team up and stuff and my ovaries will explode. I will also make squeals that cause my brother to laugh really, really hard.
But really. Not even listening to other people when they ask if you’re sure your father’s terrible enemy is all dead? Not wise. Leaving your wife along with the girl exhibiting strange bodily things? Also not wise. Adopting a baby frost giant, getting rid of his frost, and not putting him in therapy? Super unwise.
I remembered halfway through the film that Joss Whedon said during an interview that Loki wouldn’t be up to his usual tricks in Avengers 2 because he “wouldn’t be there.” I can’t believe I forgot this! Well, to my great dismay, Loki does die. I cried. Seriously. I almost left the theater. Tom Hiddleston when he has Loki’s hair and clothes is one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen in my life. He is just...awesome. I have no complaints. And I think the weird I-love-you-because-you’re-my-brother-but-I-have-some-serious-reservations-about-you thing that Thor and Loki have going is so great because they love each other in real life.
Super spoiler alert: Loki doesn’t die! At the end of the movie, Thor is telling Odin he can’t rule Asgard because he wants to be able to be with Jane, and focus on her instead of ruling. He also feels he doesn’t have the stomach to do as much killing as he thinks will be necessary as king. He leaves the throne room, and Odin turns into my future husband, the god of mischief, Loki himself. Cue the squeal that was too silly for my brother to handle.
As per usual, there was an Easter Egg in the credits. Lady Sif and Volstagg (the redhead guy) are bringing the Aether to someone called the Collector. I read a little bit about him and I’m intrigued. You should hang in after that though, because there’s another really cute scene all the way at the end of the credits.
This was the crappiest review ever, but suffice it to say I’m happy with it and I definitely want to see it again. I’m interested to see if it gets mentioned in other movies of the franchise, and I was happy that Jane mentioned seeing Thor on TV when he was in New York, and as we all know from the trailer, she slapped Loki in retaliation for what he did in New York. I hope I’m not making myself look stupid by liking something that the filmmakers secretly butchered, but whatever. I loved this movie, and everyone should see it. :)
Friday, November 8, 2013
Monday, November 4, 2013
These Kids Make Me Afraid To Have Kids
So I went trick or treating with some kids on Halloween. Not my kids, but a family friend’s kids and their neighbor’s kids. The family friend was my brother’s teacher about fifteen years ago, and one of the kids is my mom’s goddaughter. Her kids are all girls, and the neighbors kids are all boys. I’m going to say right up front that I don’t care too much about the boys. We’re just not as close with their family.
So the girls. It’s sad, but for the last year of my relationship with my ex, I had more meaningful conversations with the now almost 4 year old twins than I did with him. They’re little, so obviously the conversations weren’t too deep, but they are just so cute. They know what they like, and luckily no one has told them they’re wrong yet. What do I mean? I mean one of the twins loves blue. Seriously, when we color, she only colors things blue. No joke. She says all the time how much she loves blue. There’s just no question about it. I’m glad no one has told her it’s “not a girl color” or anything like that, because first of all it’s bullshit that colors (and most other things) have a gender attached to them, and second of all, even if it’s not, who cares? Who the fuck cares? Her twin, on the other hand, loves purple and pink.
They both love princesses, and so do I, which is where these awesome conversations stem from about half the time. I’m glad no one has told them they can’t like princesses because it fits into an outdated mold of femininity (obviously in different words), because I think that’s bullshit, too. I think the only outdated mold of femininity is being the victim in an abusive relationship. There are a lot of definitions of abusive, and no one should be the victim (or the aggressor) in any of them. I don’t think loving Disney Princesses (or other princesses - is Sofia the First Disney or not?) is “bad” for girls. Their mother was originally afraid to let them get into princesses, but she let up. She was afraid it would teach them to wait around for men, but I don’t think it has. It didn’t teach me that, and you should have seen the Exorcism-like vomit of Disney princess paraphernalia in my room when I was a kid. As far as I can tell, they don’t care much about the boys. They don’t even know half their names. As far as I can tell, they think the different personality traits the princesses exhibit (aside from sitting around and waiting for a guy) are cool. We talk about Ariel swimming and Belle reading and Pocahontas dancing. They don’t know Jasmine or Mulan yet, which is fine because really, Mulan never is and never was a princess, so I take issue with her being on that list. I also take issue with Alice, Megara, and Wendy Darling being on that list. But anyway. We talk about Merida “shoot the arrow,” we talk about Aurora talking to animals, we talk about Tiana cooking, we talk about Rapunzel painting (she does in the movie). I don’t think they’ve actually seen Snow White, but they do know she exists. They talk about Cinderella cleaning, and they understand that her stepmother and stepsisters shouldn’t be treating her that way. I love the conversations, because while the princesses may fit into a damsel in distress pigeon hole, they do have good qualities that little girls can emulate (maybe not archery just yet, though...).
Back to Halloween. The two of them and their 6 year old sister dressed up as princesses, so when I knew I’d be able to trick or treating with them, I decided to dress up as one, too. The two of them were Cinderella and Tiana, and their older sister was Pocahontas. I suspect the Cinderella costume was chosen because it’s blue. I decided to be Belle, which I also dressed up as at the Renaissance Faire. Belle in the blue dress of course, before the widely talked about Stockholm Syndrome has taken root. I made this book purse for the Ren faire, which was way more work than the directions indicated, and I decided to bring it with my trick or treating. I figured I could carry some essentials without carrying my whole dang Hello Kitty purse along with me.
I have to say that I’m one of those people (and I was when I was little) who would dress up as something awesome that most people wouldn’t get. Attention, old neighbors: a Ghostbuster is not a carpet cleaner. A rock lobster is also not a devil. I think part of it is my slight OCD: if I get the idea in my head and then do something else, my brain feels funny. So I’m kind of used to people thinking I’m something other than what I really am when I dress up. (Except that time I was the Joker, and my co-workers didn’t know it was me under the make-up.) But when the girls arrived at the boys’ house (where we were all meeting to eat before we went out), they all ran up to me and screamed, “Hi Belle!” “You Belle!” and similar things. They knew who I was! Granted, I had shown them pictures of me at the faire, but they knew who I was then, too. Cinderella came up to me a few minutes later and asked, “Belle, where’s you book?” (Usually bad grammar bothers me, but on little kids it’s so fucking cute.) My book was lying flat on the table, which was a little too high for her to see, so I pulled it down and showed her. Her eyes lit up like I had just told her magic was real or something. It was great. It was also great that that’s what she associated with Belle, not, “Where’s the Beast?” or “Where’s the yellow dress?” To her, it was perfectly fine to be provincial, bookish Belle. Awesome.
Tiana ended up being my trick or treat buddy, and she thought it was the balls that I called her and her sister by their chosen princess rather than her name. She also told me, “Eileen, I like that you match me and my sisters. We all princesses.” All of the feels. Seriously, all of the feels.
Which leads me to the title of this entry. These girls, the twins in particular, make me afraid to have kids. Not because of the reason you originally thought, which is what that sentence usually means. These girls are so adorable and full of love and so totally themselves. They love me (I know they do, they tell me, and tell me they’ll miss me when I have to go home), and I love them, too. Their combined twin greatness makes me afraid that I won’t love any other child as much as I love them, even if that child grows inside my very own body. The twins for me are kind of the way you feel when you meet your soul mate. You just knew that the love you felt in every relationship before was a diet version of the real thing, because now you feel the real thing. I feel like that with the twins (platonically, of course). I’ve known other kids and babysat other kids, but I haven’t loved any of them as much as I love these girls. They are perfect, and I’m just afraid no other kid will measure up.
So the girls. It’s sad, but for the last year of my relationship with my ex, I had more meaningful conversations with the now almost 4 year old twins than I did with him. They’re little, so obviously the conversations weren’t too deep, but they are just so cute. They know what they like, and luckily no one has told them they’re wrong yet. What do I mean? I mean one of the twins loves blue. Seriously, when we color, she only colors things blue. No joke. She says all the time how much she loves blue. There’s just no question about it. I’m glad no one has told her it’s “not a girl color” or anything like that, because first of all it’s bullshit that colors (and most other things) have a gender attached to them, and second of all, even if it’s not, who cares? Who the fuck cares? Her twin, on the other hand, loves purple and pink.
They both love princesses, and so do I, which is where these awesome conversations stem from about half the time. I’m glad no one has told them they can’t like princesses because it fits into an outdated mold of femininity (obviously in different words), because I think that’s bullshit, too. I think the only outdated mold of femininity is being the victim in an abusive relationship. There are a lot of definitions of abusive, and no one should be the victim (or the aggressor) in any of them. I don’t think loving Disney Princesses (or other princesses - is Sofia the First Disney or not?) is “bad” for girls. Their mother was originally afraid to let them get into princesses, but she let up. She was afraid it would teach them to wait around for men, but I don’t think it has. It didn’t teach me that, and you should have seen the Exorcism-like vomit of Disney princess paraphernalia in my room when I was a kid. As far as I can tell, they don’t care much about the boys. They don’t even know half their names. As far as I can tell, they think the different personality traits the princesses exhibit (aside from sitting around and waiting for a guy) are cool. We talk about Ariel swimming and Belle reading and Pocahontas dancing. They don’t know Jasmine or Mulan yet, which is fine because really, Mulan never is and never was a princess, so I take issue with her being on that list. I also take issue with Alice, Megara, and Wendy Darling being on that list. But anyway. We talk about Merida “shoot the arrow,” we talk about Aurora talking to animals, we talk about Tiana cooking, we talk about Rapunzel painting (she does in the movie). I don’t think they’ve actually seen Snow White, but they do know she exists. They talk about Cinderella cleaning, and they understand that her stepmother and stepsisters shouldn’t be treating her that way. I love the conversations, because while the princesses may fit into a damsel in distress pigeon hole, they do have good qualities that little girls can emulate (maybe not archery just yet, though...).
Back to Halloween. The two of them and their 6 year old sister dressed up as princesses, so when I knew I’d be able to trick or treating with them, I decided to dress up as one, too. The two of them were Cinderella and Tiana, and their older sister was Pocahontas. I suspect the Cinderella costume was chosen because it’s blue. I decided to be Belle, which I also dressed up as at the Renaissance Faire. Belle in the blue dress of course, before the widely talked about Stockholm Syndrome has taken root. I made this book purse for the Ren faire, which was way more work than the directions indicated, and I decided to bring it with my trick or treating. I figured I could carry some essentials without carrying my whole dang Hello Kitty purse along with me.
I have to say that I’m one of those people (and I was when I was little) who would dress up as something awesome that most people wouldn’t get. Attention, old neighbors: a Ghostbuster is not a carpet cleaner. A rock lobster is also not a devil. I think part of it is my slight OCD: if I get the idea in my head and then do something else, my brain feels funny. So I’m kind of used to people thinking I’m something other than what I really am when I dress up. (Except that time I was the Joker, and my co-workers didn’t know it was me under the make-up.) But when the girls arrived at the boys’ house (where we were all meeting to eat before we went out), they all ran up to me and screamed, “Hi Belle!” “You Belle!” and similar things. They knew who I was! Granted, I had shown them pictures of me at the faire, but they knew who I was then, too. Cinderella came up to me a few minutes later and asked, “Belle, where’s you book?” (Usually bad grammar bothers me, but on little kids it’s so fucking cute.) My book was lying flat on the table, which was a little too high for her to see, so I pulled it down and showed her. Her eyes lit up like I had just told her magic was real or something. It was great. It was also great that that’s what she associated with Belle, not, “Where’s the Beast?” or “Where’s the yellow dress?” To her, it was perfectly fine to be provincial, bookish Belle. Awesome.
Tiana ended up being my trick or treat buddy, and she thought it was the balls that I called her and her sister by their chosen princess rather than her name. She also told me, “Eileen, I like that you match me and my sisters. We all princesses.” All of the feels. Seriously, all of the feels.
Which leads me to the title of this entry. These girls, the twins in particular, make me afraid to have kids. Not because of the reason you originally thought, which is what that sentence usually means. These girls are so adorable and full of love and so totally themselves. They love me (I know they do, they tell me, and tell me they’ll miss me when I have to go home), and I love them, too. Their combined twin greatness makes me afraid that I won’t love any other child as much as I love them, even if that child grows inside my very own body. The twins for me are kind of the way you feel when you meet your soul mate. You just knew that the love you felt in every relationship before was a diet version of the real thing, because now you feel the real thing. I feel like that with the twins (platonically, of course). I’ve known other kids and babysat other kids, but I haven’t loved any of them as much as I love these girls. They are perfect, and I’m just afraid no other kid will measure up.
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