Lovefool 11.11.13 | Thunderstruck

You knew this was coming: Lovefool check in with her thoughts on Thor: The Dark World.

 

 
Oh, hey, so I saw Thor: The Dark World this weekend. Hours ago, in fact. Did you? Have you seen it?
 
Because I’m about to probably accidentally spoil some of it if you haven’t.
 
Seriously, I’m really bad about that stuff.
 
Like, dreadful about spoilers.
 
Really, you probably for reals want to stop reading if you didn’t want to know what happens in Thor 2: Hammer Down.
 
To be fair, though, I’m consciously not spoiling the really big thing that happens in this movie that’s actually super-relevant to this column, but only because I want you to gasp like I did and then tear up a little. Besides, some other jerk has probably already spoiled it for you, but maybe I’m not as bad as I say I am and we’ll talk about it later, okay, nerdlings? Or maybe I just refuse to believe it happened. I’m actually a really optimistic sort and when something really, really shocking and sad happens, I tend to not know quite what to think about it. Which may not be about movies anymore but…yeah. Ahem.
 
Okay! So, this fine fall day, I went to see Thor with Mr. J and some assorted Fabulous Friends O’Lovefool at a wee dine-in theatre here in Bellevegas. It was good times. I enjoyed it, enough that I’ve made plans to go back next weekend after Princess L’s shindig, meaning that you’ll probably get three columns about movies in a row because I have SO MANY FEELS about Orson Scott Card and the Ender’s Game debacle that I’m afraid you’ll have to hear them. Honestly, I’m fairly confident that I’ll need somewhere cold with a lot of water and possibly a cheap bloody mary to recover, too, and this suits me down to the ground for that particular purpose.
 
So. Thor: The Dark World. Gosh! We had: the friggin’ Ninth Doctor playing a surprisingly menacing baddie, more of the Nine Realms, father-son awkwardness, Sif and her sword, father-son awkwardness related to Sif, Frigga and that beautiful brain of hers, an expanded Darcy Lewis with her own intern and End of the World makeouts, Erik Selvig post-Loki mind-meld and a splash of will-he-won’t-he-where-the-eff-is-my-Asgardian-boyfriend. Really, it was all the excitement and adventure and really wild things I could possibly hope for. I left with more questions than answers, of course, because this is an MCU joint, but I still left happy. 
 
Mr. J, however, is really not a fan of the Thor chunks of the MCU. Better than the first one, he admitted, but also says it feels isolated versus Iron Man 3, the first movie in Phase 2 and the one that dealt directly with the aftermath of The Avengers. Part of that is because, once again, S.H.I.E.L.D. is nowhere to be seen until Tuesday, when Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. airs, apparently. Neat trick there, Disney. Part of it is because I think the worlds become too big for him, all spread out through time and space. The other movies feel so intimate because we, as a species, are so young and our home is so small and Thor’s the only opportunity we have to branch out to Points Beyond. I might have gotten a little wistful during that part of our conversation.
 
Anyway, Mr. J and I spent about half an hour standing around in our kitchen having this post-cinema chat, which included those tidbits and, relevant to our interests, he was pretty much like “I liked the parts where they weren’t trying to be romantic because they just don’t make sense.” And I pursed my lips but waved him on. Apparently, Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter work for him. Tony and Pepper make him happy—Mr. J is a big Pepper Potts fan. And of course they do. Steve and Peggy, Tony and Pepper, why would they have to work at it, where’s the overwhelming sense of something amiss? They’re contemporaries. They work, effortlessly. They speak the same language.
 
Jane Foster and Thor are kind of speaking the same language but a thousand years apart and are not contemporaries. Jane Foster is a slightly awkward astrophysicist who can explain away Asgard’s magic with sciences and does, to chuckles in the dark, and Thor has a mystical hammer and his brother is the God of Illusions and there’s no explaining away some of those tricks. (Jane slaps Loki, by the by, and it’s just as excellent as promised in the previews and, thank goodness, it’s not a flimsy slap. It’s a real head-turner of a smack.) Thor is a god. People, virtual deities or otherwise, follow him into all sorts of trouble. Jane, on the other hand, has an intern and her intern’s intern and an insane Erik Selvig backing her up. They come through, though, the deities and herd of interns and Jane Foster continues Phase 2’s traditions of Ladies Kicking Ass, much to my delight. The day is saved and Jane doesn’t sulk into her Shreddies for very long but even if the baddie is vanquished, and he always is, there’s that fundamental disconnect there that they have to overcome. Oh, sure, Thor stopped throwing coffee cups to the ground, but there’s still a bit of a culture shock to deal with, even if they’re both on Earth or Midgard or whatever.
 
And Jane, gloriously flannel-clad Jane…I just love that girl. She gets herself in bit of trouble, slaps Thor (and rightfully so when a dash of danger is what it takes to bring him around, despite him mooning about in Heimdall’s room spying on her for two years which, seriously, creeper much?), meets the parents, is insulted by one and saved by the other and ends up halfway or so saving the day, which I’d say earns her the right to sulk into those Shreddies. She’s earned that brief, dark look into the remnants of her breakfast. Well, her and Selvig and Thor actually end up making it right at the end so maybe a third of the way saving the day but enough that she’s worked for happiness and better get it. It’s not a kind movie to Jane until that last shiny moment.
 
I worry for them, though, despite the fact that they seem to have gotten a surprising shot at happiness. She’s dating a god, who also happens to be an Avenger, and she seems to be fond of disappearing into her work in that distracted way that scientists seem to have. (Seriously, ask me about my collection of…well, It Was Complicated-s with PhDs.) And it looks like Thor’s going to have some stuff to clean up in the future and he’s got to figure out where he fits in on Midgard. There are issues there; it’s not a simple case of deity meets girl.
 
Honestly, though, we all make our ways in the world. We all muddle through things that seem unlikely and sometimes we make them work. Sometimes we don’t. I obviously hope, in this case, that Thor and Jane sort themselves out after the sweeping dramatic kisses and manage the former, at least for her tiny lifespan. And I wouldn’t mind seeing more of that sassy Darcy Lewis, either. | Erin Jameson

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