Distracting Myself By Jotting Thoughts About: First Class
Computer went weird again. Brain can't handle the problem solving. Will do that tomorrow. Memory test came back fine this morning. So I don't even know. Is it the more modern browser so I could poke at Tumblr? In which case eff tumblr. But anyway, yesterday during the longest friday ever/the longest day eve part 1-to be continued tuesday; I fast forwarded through X-men First Class.
What I got from it, was a lot of flinching, on my part.
But first, I did see the vibing between Erik and Charles. But I've always seen that vibing, in the comics, in the cartoons, in the first movie-verse. It's always been, closer than friends, not quite brothers, two sides of the same coin, both obstructed from seeing broader perspectives by privilege or pain or both.
But I did fast fwd through it. I was flincing. A lot. I kept thinking of things like; two white men cruising a strip club wherein a black woman is appearing? How does that even work, given segregation vs desegregation and all those politics? Even if Angel's meant to be read as Latin@ (as if she couldnt' be afro-latin@), that's still a tricky set of circumstances. And I was left pondering why in the hell would she trust them even a little bit, even if they did, or one of them at least 'reveal' themselves first.
The Nazi scenes with Sebastian Shaw' felt, forced. But probably not in the way people may think I mean. The violence, sociopathy, casual dehumanization felt a touch glossed over, with them having Erik fixated on his mother and on getting to one man in particular for personal revenge. When the things he'd have seen in that camp; the truth about nazi gold, coming from fillings, jewelery, etc..., the horrors of it all. There was something in the casual aspect that felt forced and rushed.
Maybe it was the blase, slick, almost untouchachable, we'll deal with the Nazi's, and how evil they were/are, and Erik's pain. But the fact that he's a white appearing man in the US in this time period, wherein hoes and dogs are being set against young people in the streets and all the rest of it. Somehow... that's not mentioned until Shaw says the word 'enslaved' and somehow the black guy's meant to take that personal.
There were three minute scenes I liked, here and there. Erik remembering Shabbos with his mother; Hank glorying in having a good run for the first time; Raven calling Charles on all he doesn't want to see, because he can hide so easily.
They balanced things like having loved Hank McCoy as a character for years, and knowing he started out big, and his parents supported him despite his size. And thinking for years of Raven as being immeasurably old. And rolling my eyes at the thought that Kurt comes about because Raven joins a team after kissing Erik, but ends up with a child by Azrael who has Kurt's exact powers, but is red.
What the movie did for me, the most, the most flinching aspects? Were seeing these two white men, ignore everyone else's struggles because one wants to be seen as special, and the other is convinced that somehow mutants will draw below even blacks - somehow humans will unite together. Two world wars didn't do it. Equality, treating one another as human has to be legislated and policed, but somehow, mutants, more than the threat of WW3, more than bombs. More than nuclear holocaust, will unite humanity to erase all their ills and go after just mutants.
I found myself thinking constantly of how different the story might go, how much more pained and flawed the characters, or perhaps how much grander they might be, if the reality of the ugliness of the time and world they lived in (that we still live in) was incorporated.
Raven might give two figs about the colour of Darwin's skin. But the white boys who grew up white are just gonna accept him? It's Hank being called upsetting names? No one slips up and calls Darwin the n-word even once? Uh huh. Yeah. Suuuuure.
So yeah, I fstfwed through several points and ended up thinking; huh, no wonder fandom was all over it - two white men, touching one another and showing concern.
The one last bright spot, despite the fact that there was no reason Emma couldn't go diamond UNDER her damn clothes? Was the thought of Erik having Raven as one hand, and Emma as the other. I always thought he'd work well with the both of them.