HBP: PART DEUX! ACTION!
1. I really hate the amount of girl-on-girl hate in this book. Whether it’s between Hermione/Ginny and Fleur, Lavender and Hermione, or Pansy and EVERY SINGLE OTHER GIRL IN THE CASTLE, it’s just so overwhelming and annoying. A lot of the “real-life teenager” aspects of JKR’s books are a little over-the-top and not that well-written. Add that to the fact that she has lingering resentment towards girls who were mean to her in school (which I’ll talk more about later during the epilogue of the 7th book) that colors the way she writes some of her teenaged female characters, and it’s just really, really fucking annoying to me. This is a magical fucking world; do you really need to keep perpetuating the same tired old gender stereotypes?
2. There has only ever been one thing in the entire series that has made Harry consider skipping a Quidditch match: Draco Malfoy. Seriously….between his epic bromance with Ron, the disturbing amount of times he thinks Tom Riddle is handsome, and his obsession with Draco Malfoy, can you really blame people like me for picking up on these totally fucking homoerotic undertone? It’s not just wishful thinking; I’m practically drowning in gay subtext over here.
After the jump, read more about Dumbledore’s time-wasting, potentially awesome monsters, and stupid relationships…
One of the most overt themes in Annie Hall is Alvy’s self-loathing, alongside its complement, his equally massive self-love. In Allen’s eyes, he’s a neurotic, nebbishy, dysfunctional man living in a virile Aryan’s world. He suffers for it, but it’s also his ticket to smug superiority. His troubled relationships with show business, Annie, and himself enable him to easily look down on the less anxiety-stricken simpletons around him. So we get brilliant scenes like this, blending satire with condescension, as Alvy polls a random couple off the street:
Alvy: You look like a very happy couple. Um, are you?
Alvy: Yeah? So, so, how do you account for it?
Woman: Uh, I’m very shallow and empty, and I have no ideas and nothing interesting to say!
Man: And I’m exactly the same way.
The best part might be the woman’s tone of voice as she explains her relationship to Alvy. She sounds so plausibly like a generic middle-American woman telling him, say, her favorite brand of detergent or presidential candidate. But the words that Allen’s putting in her mouth are improbably stylized to the point of broad caricature, and that dialogue clashes with her naturalistic performance. The end result is funny, spiteful, and incisive, hurling vitriol at the average, everyday folks whom Allen hates so much. They may be happy now, but he gets the last laugh: his scathing jokes at their expense are immortalized on film.