The Reality Games

I am a huge fan of massive, explosive, super-hero, robot, elf, dragon, battle and magic laden blockbuster films. I am... People, who consider themselves cinephiles frown upon that and think of me as being shallow and immature. Or something... I don't really care. But the truth is that these films take me away, to different dimensions, universes and realities, far from my own everyday, mundane life. They are so over the top that you have to watch them with a childlike disposition or else you miss the entire point... Pure, unashamed entertainment.

These films should not be made to resemble reality. Or at least, they sure not be compared to reality. Sure, many of them carry meanings and messages that oppose oppression, racism, violence awkwardly enough but if you seriously try and watch Man of Steel with the notion that Superman is a surrogate for JC, then you will definitely miss out on all the fun. 

You, or I to be more precise, don't want the down-to-earth element in my fantasy film. I watched Thor: The Dark World the other day. You have characters like Heimdall, who can see tens of trillions of souls just by standing on the Bifrost. Loki, my favourite, god of mischief and upper-lip stiffness. Thor, the flying lightning manipulator and all around panty dropper. And then you have the mortal but very bright physicist Jane Foster and the not-so-all-there brilliant scientist Erik Selvig. And the big climax arrives. (MAJOR SPOILER ALERT AHEAD)

Loki has given his life to avenge his mother's death and Thor is once again sacrificing himself to save humanity and the nine realms, like a true king. And who saves the day? The earthlings. BANG. Anticlimax. And a stupid one-liner. Utter disappointment. 

I don't want physics to save the day. I want fantasy to save the day. It's a comic, for crying out loud. I want fake. I want Batman to save the day. And I want to marry Peeta Mellark. I want to be Arwen. But then again, that's just me...