I seem to have run to the end of my musings. The things that cloud the real and keep the darkness at bay have left me today, leaving the shell. It is not as if there is nothing there, there are plenty of things to occupy the endless hours I have to wait to the end of this stalemate between birth and death. Even I see that this is nothing in the eyes of the end. It will come whether I solve this puzzle and that, even if I discover or propagate or murder or any such nonsense the world might throw in my path. A new distraction will come along soon, they say, and it always does in the form of a mind numbing expos furthering the ends of the those that profit off of others need to hide from the world.
These sounds are just of gathering muses, my mind looking. The words of a thousand stories fill my mind needing to be told, but the distractions come too easily for any length of focus required of such an endeavor. The people in the stories seem so real to me. They are just and noble, friend that would give the world to another out of a sense of something or other. But they falter also. They have the psychosis of us all even though they are fraught with danger in fantastic worlds of my devise, they all have the same weakness to emotion that we all have. For this reason it is increasingly difficult for me to create a villain. Everyone has the villain and hero within them and showing this in a work of fiction is a daunting task to say the least.
I fail to see the point of making a single minded villain out to do nothing but destroy. There must be a reason behind, a story that makes this person who they are. But does there?
The Joker in Batman Returns is one such villain, one of the best single performances in movie history, may his soul rest. The Joker only exists to hate. His only goal is to destroy that which no one else can destroy, simply because he can. Material reward is pointless in his world. But why does this appeal? In our world, regardless of what grand beliefs we think we have, material possessions are the driving force. They tell us who we are and what our status in the world is. Without these things thrown on us by our own philosophies, we are called outcast, lower class, homeless. The villain sees none of that. Order is just a perceived notion that a rotating economy gives, a centrifuge of worthless paper held aloft by our forward momentum that we see one day has to end. It doesnt, but that is the perception. The Joker shows that the end can come, that no one can stand against it. He is the immovable object challenging the unstoppable force, he is the eternal fear of the coming end versus the promise of a better tomorrow. The reflection of ourselves is easy to see from this vantage.
But still, the Joker is just immovable, there is no emotion to drive the villain that any but the deranged can truly identify with. The other side of this coin is Magneto from the X-Men. He was a young boy of savage beginnings. His young life was filled with hate and persecution of being Jewish in WWII Europe. His parents were taken from him and killed in a German concentration camp. Even with the great power be possessed, he could not save them from this fate. In his later years, he was used and experimented on, driving the hate his virgin soul did not want to feel for this is the basic way of the innocent heart, to not hate. He learned hate and that this hate brought great power, power he wished his could have used to save his family and his people from the Nazi holocaust. But he could not. Nothing could change the past, but the future, that is something that can be understood and controlled.
Magneto saw the persecution of his fellow mutants just as he did that of the Jews. He saw a force of will fighting against who he and his brethren were, even though they did not choose to be who they were. Ignorance and fear drove the normals to claiming them outcast and enemy, just like the war machine that took away his parents. In light of all of this, I do not see Magneto as a villain, but a tragic hero following the only path he knew. The world created him. He was not born to hate this world, but the world made him hate, forced it upon him and giving him the iron resolve to stand up against those that would seek to enslave or destroy his kind. Isnt this a noble gesture of a tragic hero?
Ill come up with something.
These sounds are just of gathering muses, my mind looking. The words of a thousand stories fill my mind needing to be told, but the distractions come too easily for any length of focus required of such an endeavor. The people in the stories seem so real to me. They are just and noble, friend that would give the world to another out of a sense of something or other. But they falter also. They have the psychosis of us all even though they are fraught with danger in fantastic worlds of my devise, they all have the same weakness to emotion that we all have. For this reason it is increasingly difficult for me to create a villain. Everyone has the villain and hero within them and showing this in a work of fiction is a daunting task to say the least.
I fail to see the point of making a single minded villain out to do nothing but destroy. There must be a reason behind, a story that makes this person who they are. But does there?
The Joker in Batman Returns is one such villain, one of the best single performances in movie history, may his soul rest. The Joker only exists to hate. His only goal is to destroy that which no one else can destroy, simply because he can. Material reward is pointless in his world. But why does this appeal? In our world, regardless of what grand beliefs we think we have, material possessions are the driving force. They tell us who we are and what our status in the world is. Without these things thrown on us by our own philosophies, we are called outcast, lower class, homeless. The villain sees none of that. Order is just a perceived notion that a rotating economy gives, a centrifuge of worthless paper held aloft by our forward momentum that we see one day has to end. It doesnt, but that is the perception. The Joker shows that the end can come, that no one can stand against it. He is the immovable object challenging the unstoppable force, he is the eternal fear of the coming end versus the promise of a better tomorrow. The reflection of ourselves is easy to see from this vantage.
But still, the Joker is just immovable, there is no emotion to drive the villain that any but the deranged can truly identify with. The other side of this coin is Magneto from the X-Men. He was a young boy of savage beginnings. His young life was filled with hate and persecution of being Jewish in WWII Europe. His parents were taken from him and killed in a German concentration camp. Even with the great power be possessed, he could not save them from this fate. In his later years, he was used and experimented on, driving the hate his virgin soul did not want to feel for this is the basic way of the innocent heart, to not hate. He learned hate and that this hate brought great power, power he wished his could have used to save his family and his people from the Nazi holocaust. But he could not. Nothing could change the past, but the future, that is something that can be understood and controlled.
Magneto saw the persecution of his fellow mutants just as he did that of the Jews. He saw a force of will fighting against who he and his brethren were, even though they did not choose to be who they were. Ignorance and fear drove the normals to claiming them outcast and enemy, just like the war machine that took away his parents. In light of all of this, I do not see Magneto as a villain, but a tragic hero following the only path he knew. The world created him. He was not born to hate this world, but the world made him hate, forced it upon him and giving him the iron resolve to stand up against those that would seek to enslave or destroy his kind. Isnt this a noble gesture of a tragic hero?
Ill come up with something.