So I went to see Thor: The Dark World with my mom and brother for his birthday last night, and before I get on to the main point of today’s post, let me just SPOILER ALERT you all.
There was a part toward the end of the movie where we see Loki die in Thor’s arms and I legit almost started crying. That shit was sad. I was like, NO!!! HOW CAN THEY DO THAT!?! HOW CAN THERE BE MORE THOR MOVIES WITHOUT LOKI!?!
But thankfully, he didn’t actually die. Loki is the god of mischief (and trickery) and he in fact faked his death. Later on, we see a scene where a random Asgardian soldier tells Odin that a body was found, and Odin says “… Loki” and the soldier smiles mischievously.
I personally didn’t notice that part as foreshadowing until my mom, brother, and Krista pointed it out to me. I’m not the kind of person who watches movies waiting for foreshadowing so I can guess what happens next. I like watching them to enjoy them and be surprised. And surprised I was!
At the end of the movie, Odin is sitting on his reconstructed throne, giving his Regency over to Thor. Thor denies it, saying he’ll protect Asgard and the nine realms, but he won’t rule them. And Odin says what a curse he’s been given – one son who wants the throne and power too much, and another who refuses it altogether. Then they say bye and you see Thor walking down the Bifrost, and the camera pans back to Odin, and I forgot what he said, but then HE MOTHERFUCKING TRANSITIONS INTO LOKI AND I SQUEALED AND SLAPPED MY SEAT WITH JOY.
THIRD MOVIE GAURUNTEED, BAM.
Also, after the main credits there was a portion where Siff (?) and the redheaded soldier give the Aether to some guy who collects relics and weird shit, telling him they decided it was too dangerous to keep two infinity stones so close together and to keep it safe. And when they leave he looks up and says “1 down, 5 to go.” HELLO MOVIE 3 FOR SURE BABY.
ANYWAY, now that I’ve gushed over the perfection that is Tom Hiddleston, a week ago today I went to see Ender’s Game. By myself. I’ll save the gushing over that movie for later (it was also really good). Instead I want to briefly talk about the stigma attached to going to the movies by yourself.
It’s an interesting thing. Why are people so weirded out by it? There is no shame in doing something by yourself that is “traditionally” viewed as a couples or group thing, yet we continue to react to as such. When I told Alyza I was going to the movies by myself, she said it was weird and sent me a snapchat with her face in a reproached expression. It didn’t make me feel any less awkward about embarking on this mini journey, but rather enforced the stigma that it’s weird.
But I discovered that in fact it’s not that weird. Sure I felt awkward at first when the guy in the wheelchair ripped my ticket and directed me to my theater. I felt like other people were judging me for being by myself. But once I was there and enjoying the movie, I felt liberated.
And it’s such a strange feeling, coming to the realization that something as simple as going to the movies by yourself can make you feel so free, but it’s true. I loved it. I didn’t have to impress anyone. I didn’t have to worry if anyone else liked the movie or not. It was just me and my thoughts and it worth the $7.50.