kethrai's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's All About The Sidekick I've just been watching movie after movie, lately, and came to a realization; it's all about the sidekick, baby. One of my current favorites is Sahara, a lovely romp with ecological and blowy-uppy plot points--not to mention the best windsurfing scene ever. And I am madly in love with the real hero, Al. Al is not meant to be the hero. He's the sidekick. He's a little short, a little scrubby, with a kind, blunt face and no real hero looks. He probably doesn't dance too well and in the movie, he can't tie his own tie and has an obcession with hats. He's also funny, quirky, and smart. For me, it's always been about the sidekicks. The heroes are always too brooding, too Byronesque, too muscled, too handsome, unaccessable and without a sense of humor. They're too poished for someone like me, who will occasionally say amazingly stupid things and trip over her own tongue. They know what to say and when to say it, and they're always saving the day, instead of just missing, which is what I do. The sidekick, when properly realized, is much more fun. Al has some of the best lines in Sahara--and some of the best moves. He's the one who gets things done in a quiet, detrmined way, rather than a flashy one. He doesn't get the girl, but he keeps his self respect, his personality, his essential heart. Maybe he doesn't dance. But the conversation in the chairs at the side of the floor would be fascinating. 6:34 p.m. - 2007-08-15 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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