This year of 2019 has been an interesting one. Many historical moments. Many head-scratching moments. Many moments when reality was way wackier and perplexing than any television show out there. If time travel is somehow possible, I do hope someone travels back to our current time and hands us a history textbook. You have to admit, you too are wondering how this will all play out.
While reality was perplexing and frustrating, I did not get that many options to get lost in a good film in the movie theatre this year. I just wasn’t thrilled by what we were offered. Many films seemed like they could possibly be good. Then they sadly fizzled. Ho hum. Although, I am eagerly anticipating May 21, 2021. Look it up. But, that is a long way out.
Despite the movie theatre experience being lackluster this year, I remain firmly committed to pop culture. I just met and started working with a new group of individuals. I advised them that if they want to manage up (manage their boss), they need to get into pop culture as I make a lot of references to shows and movies from the here and now, to those from the past. I live pop culture. Which is why I am so disappointed by its current state of being.
What did fascinate me about pop culture this year, were the characters we lost. The ones who died. The ones that got people talking.
Spoiler alerts galore. Ironman died. And, that seemed to hit moviegoers. Although, many of us knew some of the Avengers would be killed off and many of us figured out it had to be Ironman. He had just gotten to his happy place. Thus, he had to be sacrificied. The same with Green Arrow. Actually, I am not too sure he really ever reached that happy place. And, he can still be resurrected. But both died sacrificing themselves for the good of millions. We want heroes. And, we want real heroes that sacrifice it all and benefit many. Our heroes in the mythical world of pop culture need to die. That is our time. We want “real” consequences. Yet, we are disappointed when our favorite characters are killed out. For example, there was widespread outrage when Logan Echolls, in Veronica Mars, was killed off. Maybe because he was killed minutes after finally reaching his happy place. He didn’t get a chance to appreciate it. Admittedly, I was one of those who did not appreciate that turn of events in what had been one of my favorite shows.
Categories: current events, Pop Culture, Psychology
I don’t want realistic from this genre – I want aspirational. Humans with superpowers aren’t “realistic.” I want the fictional hero to reap the rewards of heroism; I want villains to die just as their “happy place” is almost within their grasp.
To turn that on its head sends a couple of bad messages (maybe good messages, if you’re a mother and would prefer your child not go out trying to emulate superheroes, but rather remain safe and be a different sort of superhero, like maybe a doctor): 1) Sacrifice yourself for others’ happiness; and 2) Just when you have some hope of being happy, and enjoying the rewards of your sacrifices, you’ll die.
That’s not how this should go. It’s tragic and maybe all TOO real, sometimes. There’s a reason fantasy tales have “…and they lived happily ever after” at the end. It’s aspirational. That’s the goal – not death and tragedy and the suffering of loved ones left behind.