Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Things I Love: Ee

Ewan McGregor

Way back when Star Wars: Episode 1 came out, I remember going home and writing a love letter to Young Obi Wan Kenobi on my whiteboard.  He was the cutest Jedi I'd ever seen.  A couple years later, I watched Moulin Rouge and fell in love with Christian.  It took me awhile, but I eventually realized that I had fallen in love with the SAME GUY.  Twice. 



Ewan manages to be cute in an unintimidating way, and his versatility is pretty remarkable.  I do like him for more than his looks, I promise.  Big Fish is one of my favorite movies that I always forget about, and A Life Less Ordinary is one of the most hilarious cracktastic movies of all time.

I will always love him for singing "Come What May" in such an earnest and adorable way.  And for being one of the first men I ever saw wear eyeliner.


Ents


Guardians of forests!  I love forests.  I love trees.  So the idea that there could be walking, talking trees hanging about, ready to unleash some Nature Fury on industrialists?  Awesome. 

I'm pretty sure the image of the Ent burning while attacking Isengard was one of the saddest in the movie.  Thank goodness he bent over and dowsed himself.

Maybe the saddest thing ever is the fate of the Entwives.  Where are they?  Will the Ents ever be reunited with the Entwives?  Are they all dead or turned tree?  MY HEART NEEDS TO KNOW.

(Oh my gosh, while looking for Ent pictures on google, there were pictures of the Whomping Willow.  THIS IS NOW FACT.  The Whomping Willow is an Ent who has turned mostly tree.)


Eric Northman

I never got into True Blood.  I just...really don't care for stories set in the South.  Plus the blood was like KABLOOEY and there was a lot of gratuitous nudity and I just gave up after an episode or two.

However.



There was Eric Northman.  A tall Viking vampire!  Who is all super confident and, "Sookie, you will love me whether you want to or not.  HAHA made you drink my blood!  Now you will love me.  No, I don't care that you are in love with someone else.  I can wait."

I...really like jerks?  (See next entry.)  And he's really cute.  So thanks to the magic of Youtube, I have watched only Eric's scenes for every single episode.  Sometimes they make no sense, but I have watched 8-15 minutes of every episode of True Blood.  *hangs head in shame, but not really since I'm admitting it on the interwebs*


Egotistical Fictional Characters

What I really mean is, I like Magnificent Bastards, but I figured I'd have plenty of things that start with M, and E is really hard. 


TV Tropes defines the Magnificent Bastard as "Capturing the audience with his charisma, incredible intellect, mastery of manipulation, and boldness of action, this character is a show-stealer, demanding your reverence at every turn," adding that he or she "is brilliant and utterly devious, is a smooth operator, has a goal, and is charismatic."


This is my favorite kind of character.


Examples also include:  Eric Northman from True Blood.  Magneto from X-Men.  The Joker from The Dark Knight. Draco Malfoy in my head canon of Harry Potter.

NOTE:  I adore these characters in fiction.  In real life, I'm pretty sure I would punch them in the face. 


Eleven

Okay, so Eleven is not my favorite regeneration of The Doctor.  He is....probably not even my second favorite.  BUT.  He starts with an E, and even my least favorite regeneration of The Doctor is still really super awesome.


I love Eleven's whimsy.  His episodes with Craig are him at his best, flailing around and being inscrutable.  I love his giraffe dance.  I love his bow tie and suspenders (though I cannot be a fez fan).  I love how his childlike cherub face can abruptly change into either terrifying mad face or old man face.  I like his flirtatiousness with River.


He is the Hipster Doctor, and oh yeah, I forgot to mention his voice is about the best thing my ears have ever heard.  If The Doctor ever came to take me away on adventures, I would prefer Ten.  But in no way would I turn down Eleven.

2 comments:

  1. When my dear Christian sang that, I about died of love. If only my sweet Bruce could (and would).

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  2. Sigh. Those unrealistic expectation of love sure are enticing...

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