Fables of the deconstruction

[phoenix64]

So I finally watched the most recent Die Hard sequel. I was happily losing myself in it, feeling my testosterone levels climb with only a minor WTF at the French henchmen (apparently so they could do free running stunts) and thinking that Timothy Olyphant actually figured out how to practice streamlining his head, when I realized the only reason McClane's daughter was in the movie was to be the damsel in distress. And it just really. Pissed. Me. Off.

I swear, sometimes I miss life before I noticed these kinds of things.

Then I started thinking that how cool would it have been if Justin Long's part had been rewritten to be played by a female actor. Because there actually would have been no rewriting required at all. At no point was a penis required for that role. Or for that matter, Bruce Willis's role.

Dammit. I love Die Hard. I'm grateful that I got a chance to see it on a big screen. Dammit.

All I can say is, Lena Headey better be well armed in The Sarah Connor Chronicles. Very well armed.

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[phoenix64.livejournal.com]

I can do that quite a lot, so I understand, and will actually get quite defensive about it. Plus, in general I heart absurdity. I think in this case the timing had something to do with it to - they were doing so well without a Damsel In Distress for a while there.

Also, I might have been put off by the SUV in the elevator freaking me out a bit more than amusing me. I have a slight fear of heights anyway and have difficulty being in cars while they're moving and moreso in closed spaces (like in the tunnel to a parking garage - I actually had to ask a driver once to stop the car so I could get out and walk up - that was years ago, but I still get anxious). So basically that scene was a phobic hat trick for me - I damn near tried to climb inside the sofa, never mind behind it.