This is something that's been on my mind. White guys, why is your ultimate white chick, you know...dead?
I mean, we're talking about women who are getting fridged (thanks Mojito Chica), before the movie even really begins, you know? They die somewhere around the beginning of the show or TV series and their deaths are the at the core of the hero's cause...even if he strays every once in a while and fucks somebody else. Now, about them being the "core of the hero's cause"...that reminds me of something.
White Women (almost) as Magical Negroes
Seriously, children? Seriously? Her job as the "best" female character is come back from beyond the grave in flashbacks and visions and shit to remind the hero about what he's doing and why? Seriously?
Braveheart. Mel Gibson's character loses his wife damn near 48 hours after marrying the woman and we only see her in dreams and visions thereafter. She warns him of stuff and offers comfort during his execution. He gets to fuck Sophie Marceau somewhere in between.
Gladiator. Russell Crowe's woman never speaks a single line throughout this entire movie. We don't even see her that much. After her ass gets crucified and burned, and Crowe falls to his knees in mourning, we see her feet. Good thing that, between the whole being a slave and being a gladiator, he gets to stop and make out with Connie Nielsen. 'Cause after losing his wife and son, you know...that's what really matters.
Spartacus: Blood and Sand. Ole Sparty married him a working woman. Seriously, y'all...she's got four very important jobs: be naked as often as possible, fuck Spartacus, get enslaved and then killed, and last but not least, show up in his dreams and basically remind him he's the gladiator-village idiot.
Good thing he's got a spoiled rich blonde bitch paying top Roman dollar to get his owner to whore him out like a farm animal. Seriously...they make him put on a mask, remind him to keep his mouth shut, and fuck her up the spine. And let's not forget that slave girl pathetically begging him to let her "feel [him] inside [her]" so she can experience "a pale shadow of what [he] once felt for her" - I shit you not.
Merlin. Arthurian Legend 101, kids: Igraine, mother of King Arthur and wife of Uther Pendragon, outlives her husband and dies an old woman in a convent. Yet in this latest bout of do-whatever-the-fuck-we-want, bitch dies 20 years before the show even starts, leaving Uther all bitter, dark, and emo, and executin' folks left and right. Her being dead also causes creepy wraith-knights in raggedy-ass armor to show up uninvited to parties and shit, fuckin' everybody's vibe, tryin' to avenge her ass.
Huh? Say what?
You know...I bet you the folks responsible for this trend are all fans of The Crow. Problem is, I don't think they properly paid attention to that shit. Eric Draven and Shelly Webster both got murdered, this is true, but remember: Shelly got beaten, raped, and hung on for 30 hours before she died, gettin' to say her last words and everything. Eric, on the other hand, comes home to find his fiancee gettin' fucked up but doesn't even get to complete a goddamn sentence - you know, a simple, polite inquiry - before he's gettin' shot at, gettin' knives thrown at him, gettin' beat up, and being thrown out a motherfuckin' window. I don't recall that shit happenin' to the aforementioned gentlemen, because if I had, I just might be a bit more understanding...feel me?
White Boys, Holla at Me for a Moment
What's with the pseudo-necrophilia? Seriously...I wanna know. Because more than other guys, I've watched/read/listened to white boys bemoan not gettin' any from their girlfriends and wives. They're complainin' about black and Latino men takin' their women. They're doing their damndest to keep Asian men out of the running now as well. Meanwhile, they're fanboying these fuck-ups right here. I actually went to see Gladiator with a guy (yes, he was white) and he broke down and cried when we got home.
So what is it? Why is your ideal, worth-fighting-for, better-than-all-others white woman dead? Is it the excuse-to-be-emo factor? Is that it? 'Cause let me tell you something: that shit is unattractive, to the point of bordering on creepy. It makes a woman stop, pause and think about that whole "80% of serial killers are white males" shit. You know, that "70% of pedophiles in prison are white males" type of shit. And before you flip out, understand that here's what I'm saying: shit like this merely reinforces the Weird/Creepy/Psycho White Boy Stereotype...or the Self-Indulgent Emo White Kid Stereotype - take your fucking pick.
Seriously, now...TV and film, especially in the case of white folks, is supposed to be all about fantasy. Why fantasize about the love of your life being dead? Remember all those grungy songs about ex-girlfriends who OD'd or slit their wrists? WTF? All those motherfuckers couldn't have had that exact experience all at the same time so...WTF?
Mind you, the examples I provided were just a few of the really popular ones. I'm sure the rest of you have more of these in mind (Remember how in Jersey Girl, Ben Affleck spent seven years being loyal to and "still deeply in love" with his dead wife? Come on now). And by the way, POC who do films like these are few and far between, and when they do, they're copying off white folks while having absotively no clue what the fuck they're gettin' into. They just heard it was a top-selling fantasy amongst white folks and figured they could make a quick buck.
(Quick Addendum: When discussing this post, the focus is on 1) Western cinema & TV and 2) the woman being dead, i.e., the hero's woman is supposed to be the absolute bestest woman in the world, the ultimate love of his life...so where's the appeal in her being dead? Focus on her being dead, not the plotline her death generates).