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I find that I enjoy the romantic scenes in movies less and less. They're too painful.

We watched The Avengers last night. It was good - lots of good CGI and explosions and whatnot. The story was good, the sarcasm was clever, and the acting was awesome. Of interest was the blossoming love story between Bruce Banner and Natasha Romanoff. In one scene, she wants him to turn into the Incredible Hulk, but he refuses on the premise that he cannot control himself and might hurt her if he hulks it up. He says - I have reason enough not to lose control, right here. She looks at him with (that look) and says - I adore you.

She then pushes him off the cliff, saying that she needs the other guy at the moment.



It's (that look) that I crave. (That look) of adoration, of love and worship and respect and passion and...

Well, you know. (that look).

Sigh. I don't get (that look). I just don't. I have, in the past, and it makes me feel 10' tall and bulletproof. Not unlike the Hulk.

I know. She's an actress, and it's a sham. And I know that she's been selected for her role because she's particularly good at giving (that look). She's a very beautiful person, and she makes millions faking (that look).

I also know that I should be grateful for what I have, instead of being wistful for things that cannot ever happen. And I am grateful. I really am...

But when I watch stuff like that... Well. You know.

Comments

Bill Cobabe said…
There's another scene towards the end when Hawkeye returns to his wife after once again helping the Avengers save the day. The look she gives him...

Dang.

Again, I know it's acting. But. Dang.

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