Oh My Loki! I Think I’m Obsessed.

I love the wrong kind of character.

Besides often falling for the villain, I’m not the sort to drool after Chris Hemsworth, stalk Dwayne Johnson, or slip my number to Brad Pitt. I mean, who cares? All they’ve got is a body.

I’m also not a big watcher-of-series. Before we moved, I’d catch Walking Dead or Lost or Breaking Bad from over Kevin‘s shoulder while I washed the dishes in the evening. Without sound. The problem is children. We can either watch something with them or something once they’re all (supposedly) in bed.

Enter Disney+. After a few Avengers films (trying to mute all the swears), we tried Wandavision. ‘Not bad,’ we said. ‘What’s next,’ we said. ‘Ah, one about Loki…’

Of all the Avengers not counting Hawkeye, Loki is my favorite. Then they went and filmed his series with a Fallout/Portal/Matrix feel to it and cinched the deal.

I love it.

Like, LOVE it.

Granted, the story has its plot holes. Some of the dialogue delivery needed work, including the initial exchange between Mobius and Loki. But… Have you ever read the last page of a book and wanted to stay in that world? Have you finished a series or a film and wanted another hour of content? That’s exactly how I felt at the abrupt ending of Loki‘s first season.

…and I wanted Sylvie to drop through a time gap, but that’s a side issue…

Yeah; she’s not my favorite. Thanks, GIPHY.

Have any of you seen it? What did you think? Where do you think the story will go? Will Sophia Di Martino and Tom Hiddleston ever learn how to have chemistry? Do I need to join a support group just to disseminate the plot?

Now, THAT is a face you can trust… (Thanks again, GIPHY)

©2021 Chel Owens

Which Side Will Ye Choose?

Introspection has left me a bit concerned.

It comes from Disney movies, really. Those seemingly innocent graphical displays for children planted a seed in my developing years, one that was never really meant to flower or even grow. This is because the packets I was attracted to, amid the vast array of smiling Princess Tulips and Prince Charming Roses, were always those meant to shrivel and die.

I speak of The Villains.

Just think: if they were to be represented by some sort of vegetation, would it be a healthy variety? A pleasant green thing? A flower?

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“The Rafflesia is considered one of the ugliest flowers in the world and on top of that, it smells like rotting meat… It feeds on other plants to survive.”

Maybe the sort of healthy, living thing that could EAT YOU.

No, villains are the scapegoat. They’re the blame for good, noble characters ever needing to do something questionable. Unfortunately, they must also suffer the worst typecasting, character motivations, and evil characteristics.

Does one really need a maniacal laugh to be considered for the job?

Strangely, I am not attracted to villains because of concern for any of these things. I’m not out to get them sympathy, a decent backstory, and equal rights. I’m pretty sure I like the dark side because it’s awesome.

I threw Disney under the bus initially because those are the earliest memories I have of being drawn to the films’ antagonists instead of the ones I’m supposed to like. I’m talking Maleficent, Snow White’s stepmother, or Mad Mad Mad Mad Madam Mim.

Maleficent of the 1959 animated film is so purely cliché, but this doesn’t phase me. I can only respect a villain who is clearly evil for evil’s sake; bestowing a curse, cackling, destroying her own minions, and transforming to a dragon to finally kill that pesky prince.

As one can imagine, my aberrant obsession has just gotten worse over the years.

I’ve been drawn to The Goblin King of Labyrinth, Cardinal Richelieu in The Three Musketeers, and Darth Maul of Star Wars, Episode I – The Phantom Menace. Really, though, one can’t blame me when it’s David Bowie, Tim Curry, and Ray Park we’re talking about.

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Darth Maul, himself

I like Qui-Gon. Really. And I knew Obi-Wan was supposed to live long enough to instruct a whiny Luke in the future. But couldn’t Darth Maul have lived longer than a few double light saber scenes as well?

I think I’ve gotten distracted.

Ah, yes: my distractions. In my defense, I am not drawn to lame villains. You can keep your Ursula, Jafar, Gaston, Yzma, Prince John, Governor Ratcliffe, Judge Frollo and the like. In adult films; I just can’t enjoy Raoul Silva, The Merovingian, or Richmond Valentine.

Are you thinking of pointing out a redeeming characteristic of mine? One that involves me clearly thinking a bad guy is cool only when he is? Maybe I like the ones that have something likeable so that is my motivation?

If so, thank you. BUT, the problem is that I do not like the hero in most films. If it’s likeability that draws me in, shouldn’t I extend that attribute across to the brighter side of things? I’m sorry; good guys just aren’t that interesting to me. Woohoo, they did the boring thing and saved the day -right? Yay.

As such, one might bring up Ocean’s ElevenThe Italian Job, or Batman in general. No luck. Even “heroes” who break the law, and are therefore villainous, don’t quite do it for me.

I can’t help but feel a fangirl crush at the sight of a depressed, conflicted, powerful soul. He or she destroys the weak, one-sided protagonist with a cleverly-contrived trap. Then, he turns to the camera and intelligently delivers his Monologue of Evil with a British accent.

Maybe I just need to watch more foreign films?

Or, maybe I am -as I suspect- slightly evil?

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