So a few weeks ago Angie and I went out on a Friday night. A nice dinner, a decent movie. We saw 21, the new Kevin Spacey flick. It couldn't go wrong with Spacey in it since he is the greatest actor. Ever. If you live in a cave and don't know what the movie is about, it is the story of a poor Harvard student who learns to count cards and becomes a Vegas legend. Predictable plot. Simple dialogue. Nevertheless, it was enjoyable.
The real problem I have with the movie is the effect it has on me.
Pause.
Restart.
So I was reading my friend's blog last week. He was talking about how we act like Batman as men. It was great. Check it out here. And it got me thinking...what mythical/comic book/fantasy hero am I? I tucked this away and thought about it for a while.
Here's where 21 comes in. I see movies about Havard or any other snooty Ivy league school and I think that is where I belong.
I have delusions of grandeur.
Just like Han Solo.
Han Solo thinks that he is the king of all Space Pirates. He has (supposedly) the fastest ship in the galaxy...in reality it is a thrown together, makeshift, pile of bolts in need of constant repair.
Han Solo portrays himself as the man, yet he deeply struggles with his own insecurities.
His actions often betray his self perception. He acts like he is leaving, then stays. He talks a big game, because he thinks he is big game.
But he isn't. He is just a dude. By in large he is simply above average. Maybe.
I am Han Solo. I think I'm a pretty big deal. But I'm not. I 'm just a dude.
I cover my insecurities with pride.
4 comments:
you are wrong. han solo is the shit.
phil
that works.
does solo start every thought with 'so..'?
so, i think you are above average.
I really hope you aren't saying implicitly that Angie is your wookie...
What a great analogy..there is hope for you yet!!
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