BRB, being humina humina
Took a break from finals Saturday night to go see Thor. Initially, I was excited to see it because Kenneth Branagh directed it, and I knew he would make it all Shakespearean and shit. He didn't disappoint. What he also did was make a superhero movie like I remember them from my childhood, big, operatic, flashy, colorful, melodramatic. I fucking love that. It reminds me of the first 2 Superman movies.
Another thing Branagh did was cast Chris Hemsworth (last seen by most of us as Kirk's dad in the ST reboot) as Thor.
You know, I don't mostly like big, muscley pretty boys.
Mostly.
That man was gorgeous. And he has this voice. This Voice. Humina. What he also had was a fuckload of charisma that shone through the screen with confidence. I like that in my superheroes.
When we left, my companions asked me if it bothered me that Natalie Portman's character got all googly-eyed when she looked at Thor, even though she was supposed to be this brainiac. And my reply was, "Hell I got googly-eyed, why wouldn't she?" As a feminist purveyor of pop culture, I am frequently assaulted by this idea that female characters are supporting characters in movies. And this one was no exception. This is Thor's movie, not Jane, the astrophysicist's. But what I appreciated was that Jane never lost sight of her goal and dreams. When she helped Thor, it may have been partly because he was a big, beautiful hunk of manflesh. But it was mostly to get her research, on which she had worked so long, returned to her.
Okay. I'm done. Back to finishing my finals. Turn the last project in today and I am done until June 2. Woot.