My brother passed away early this morning, so I will be attending the funeral and taking part in all the necessary rituals until Wednesday. The first two days are usually the most hectic ones, so there won't be any updates this weekend, I'm afraid.
PS: No condolences, please. We are all glad that he's at peace now after his long and painful fight against cancer.
This is not a facetious question.
We certainly can't be enamored of the class system, as every hero and heroine in that era defies the caste system. Heroes are portrayed as rakes who are better than everyone else because they are not hypocrites (it's okay to be immoral as long as you are upfront about it and have a terrible mother to justify your actions). Heroines treat the hired help like best friends and these hired help stay on despite not being paid because they love nothing more than to be loyal to the heroine. So, no, aristocracy is bad.
Is it the cultures and virtues of being English? I guess, but we all know what happens the moment we introduce an American or a Scotsman into the mix - all of a sudden, those characters become the pillar of virtue while everything English becomes even ten times more boorish in comparison.
Or maybe we love the clothes? But then again, our heroines tend to delight in forgoing corsets and what not, often making a statement about how restrictive women's clothes of that area are. Men deliberately avoid wearing wigs or codpieces - breeches are okay because they show off those lovely muscular thighs and the bulge of manliness - preferring instead black like a GQ version of a Goth. They don't have snuffboxes, they only reluctantly let their valets dress them up, they dislike buying clothes of their time. So it's not like fashion is portrayed as an attraction in these romance novels. Both the hero and heroine hate it.
The ballrooms? Almack's? Both the hero and the heroine hate them. Those ballrooms are hunting ground of vapid debutantes, heartless married women looking for adulterous escapades, and hateful gossips! How glad are the hero and the heroine to finally avoid attending those TEDIOUS things!
So, honestly, what exactly are we supposed to like in these historical romances again? The accent?
Won't it be great if we have a brainless action movie featuring an ensemble cast of:
And these guys spend 90% of their screen time kicking rear ends while wearing little or tight clothes?
Something is wrong with Marvel. They have lost all ability to create compelling heroes, it seems, because this is the second consecutive movie from them where the villain comes off as more sympathetic, compelling, and frighteningly sexy. Michael Fassbender, as Magneto, is sex on two legs here. Watching him is like.... I don't know, having an orgasm from eating the most delicious chocolate in the world. There is something frighteningly sexy about how evil and yet how human he is.
You know, I have my doubts about the annoying James MacAvoy as Charles Xavier. He's a decent actor, but he is also an irritating one. And lo and behold, he is just right for the role as Charles Xavier in this movie is lawful stupid, smug, patronizing, condescending, and supremely unlikable. Mystique is right in that Charles never have to hide his mutation so he fits in with the humans - he never has to experience what it truly means to be an outsider. After all, we are talking about an overprivileged brat who hits on his undergraduate students. How on earth can he compare to Magneto, who is broken inside, having experienced every injustice that can be inflicted on him, and determined to avenge himself on the people who tormented him?
And the movie agrees, because I tell you, the crowning moment of awesome in this movie belongs to Magneto. You will know what I mean if you watch the movie.
Oh yes, the movie. The plot is surprisingly understated but gorgeously poignant and nuanced - it's exciting, and it manages to make the whole Mutants Are Outsiders thing touching rather than preachy despite Charles's cheesy lines. It's pretty clear that the movie wants me to sympathize with Magneto and to a lesser extent Raven or Mystique - these two are the most well drawn characters in this one. Charles Xavier is just a homoerotic catalyst for Magneto's coming of age as the sexiest and most rugged reinvention of a schlocky tin man in purple panties ever since they cast Hugh Jackman as Wolverine, transforming a smelly hirsute midget with attitude problem into a manly hunk of the century.
The rest of the cast are scenery chewers. Watch this for Magneto.