And thus begins our long national nightmare: Saw Captain America: The Winter Soldier for what will be the last time (my 14th!) in the theatre today. It’s leaving the last of the second-run theatres this week, and I don’t know how I’m going to live till there’s a truly decent source.
I watched (the unrated edition of) Hot Tub Time Machine tonight. Because reasons (Sebastian Stan reasons). Dear god, that was awful.
Oh Sebastian, look at your career, look at your choices.
Okay, but this movie wins the award for Best Use of Manpain, tho.
In any other movie, Raleigh would’ve spent 90 minutes being like MY PAIN IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR STUPID WAR, and instead, he snaps back into action as soon as he meets Mako. That’s awesome. But what floors me is that he uses his own grief to help Mako survive hers. He knows how awful it is to lose your family. He knows what she’s going through. And instead of whining or thinking his pain makes him entitled to opt out of his responsibilities, he empathizes with Mako, supports her, and encourages her.
Raleigh’s greatest strength is his compassion. And that’s the kind of male hero I’d like to see on my screen, please.
Plus, like, a bazillion more movies about Mako Mori.
I have a friend who thinks Pacific Rim is the best expression of true, non-toxic, GOOD masculinity in recent times.
#THIS IS THE VERY WORST THING#OKAY?#BECAUSE HE JUST GOT STEVE BACK#AND FOR A SECOND HE WAS WILLING TO BELIEVE HE MIGHT LIVE THROUGH THIS#BUT NOW THAT STEVES TRAPPED#BUCKY IS REALIZING NOT ONLY THAT STEVE COULD DIE#BUT THAT HE WILL AS WELL#BECAUSE GOD KNOWS HE’LL STAND HERE AND BURN RATHER THAN LEAVE STEVE BEHIND