Note from Allen: Today, I’m so honored to have Adie, blogger extraordinaire at From Adie, With Love guest blogging on The Midnight Goose. I absolutely adore Adie and her blog (you might have heard me mention her blog a time or dozen before), and I think all of you will, too. I feel so fortunate that I was able to (metaphorically) kick in her door and proclaim that we were new friends and she just went along with it. When she agreed to write a guest post for The Midnight Goose, I was ecstatic! So, sit back, grab a snack, and enjoy her special brand of sarcasm, wit, and dark humor!
When it comes to the fiction I consume, particularly movies, I’ve always been a “root for the villains” kind of person. I know there are sociological hypotheses for why women and assigned-female-at-birth folks like myself tend to gravitate towards villains more often (which at the bare basics boils down to “we relate to them”—go figure). And there might be personal reasons for this which apply only to me (such as my being a total Edgelord™ and being Too Cool™ to root for the hero). Whatever the cause, the fact remains: When I sit down to watch a good vs evil movie, there’s a 90% chance I’m rooting for the bad guy.
I mean, of course, not always. They have to be a good villain. A little relatable. A good backstory is nice, but not always required if the current arc is done well. Looking like Tom Hiddleston certainly helps (I don’t worship the Norse gods, but I’d kneel for the MCU’s Loki, just sayin’).
And no franchise does villains quite like Star Wars does villains. Darth Vader always topped the charts as my #1 badass baddie. I’m thirty years old and Emperor Palpatine still freaks me out. Grand Moff Tarkin is a cold, calculating nightmare. The original Star Wars trilogy has some of the best (or worst) villains of all time.
But, I will admit, the recent sequels hold their own and have rooted their way into my heart. I mean, Kylo Ren is a punk bitch, but General Hux put my entire soul in a vice grip and isn’t letting go (thank you, Domhnall Gleeson, you beautiful bastard).
When I saw The Force Awakens in 2015, I was a total goner. The First Order absolutely shattered the Empire for “fictional dystopias I want to submit to the leaders of.”
…until about January of 2017, when I realized that I now actually live in the First Order. And let me tell you: It’s a nightmare.
If you’ve seen The Force Awakens (and maybe The Last Jedi, but it’s more prominent in TFA), you should be aware that the First Order is highly modeled after Nazi Germany. And, so is the current US government!
Briefly touched on in the film and expanded on in the supplemental novels, it is a known fact that the First Order builds their Stormtrooper army by kidnapping very young (even infant) children and raising them as soldiers. The First Order looks down on weakness, and these children, who one can assume are scared and separated from their families never to be seen again, are treated with a survival of the fittest mentality.
Wasn’t some other government recently making world headlines for ripping children away who were not even old enough to talk from their parents? What country did that, again?
Oh, right. Ours. We did that. There is not a reaction gif strong enough to express how repulsive I find such actions.
Also, as we see in The Last Jedi, the First Order is now being run by a volatile, petulant man-child who doesn’t actually know what he’s doing, is hell-bent on pursuing his own destructive agenda to the detriment of the government’s goals, and refuses to listen to the more experienced voices of those around him.
I mean, I love rooting for the villains, but only in the fictional world, you know?* Once it starts spilling into Reality Land™, I gotta take some issue with that. I’m not going to lie, these days it’s difficult for me to watch a Star Wars movie and not scowl at that little butthole shaped symbol (seriously, I can’t be the only person who sees that, right???), no matter how sexy Domhnall Gleeson looks clean shaven with his hair slicked back like that.
Thankfully, in Star Wars and in reality, there are factions of Resistance fighters who will not just roll over and let these fascist would-be war-lords run the galaxy (or the country) into the ground. It is well past time to join up!
Who’s Adie, anyway?
Hi, there! I’m Adie and this is my blog! I’m a thirty-year-old humanoid from sunny San Diego, CA. I’m a student (dietetics), a writer, a photographer, an agnostic witch, a cupcake aficionado, and a compulsive maker of lists. From Adie, with Love is a personal blog; a place for me to talk about whatever pops into my head.
Until next time…