If Anyone Was Interested...
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handful_ofdust...The Mechanic, Statham/Foster edition, is pretty effin' gay, in a variety of good ways. I would also bet good money that the actual script ended two scenes before the movie does, and place the blame for those two scenes firmly on Statham's franchise-hungry agent. That being said, I think you might be able to make a case for both of them surviving, especially because that opens up the floor for A) that knock-down drag-out they never do have (afraid to beat on a little Jewish guy, Jason? Or just on one who seems to enjoy it a bit too much?) and B) that make-up sex. Or teaming up again! Either would do.;)
The showcase piece is definitely that crazy first hit, in which Foster's character Steve decides at the last minute that instead of rohypnol-ing a six-four, 300-pound target to death in a bar, he'll instead go home with him and kill him mano a mano. For about two minutes, he genuinely seems to be reconsidering tactics, like: "Man, this is stupid--I'll just have sex with the fucker, then kill him in his sleep..." But no. The ensuing fight is vicious, and when Arthur (Statham) sees what's happened, all he does is throw a medical kit at him and growl: "I told you to do it clean."
(Later, out in a far more heterosexual bar, Arthur goes off with his usual sort-of girlfriend, leaving Steve to drink himself to the point where a woman saying to him: "I wish somebody cared enough to hurt me that bad..." sounds like: "Hey, let's go fuck in the alley outside!")
Weirdly, though, as I left, I was thinking that while I certainly could write slash for this (if I had the damn time), what I'd sort of more like to see would be a genderflipped version. You could cast Saffron Burrowes as "Ardeth", some Cockney gang-family babe with an ex-SAS ex who'd picked up a lot of tricks while he was using her for a punching bag, then run them back on him before disappearing into a mechanic's life. Think of her explaining: "Yeah, well, that's 70% of it right there, innit? Most men don't fink a woman can kill 'em, outside of bed. So even if they see you comin', they don't really see you comin'..."
But who'd play "Step", short for Stephanie? Whose Mommy-issues problems probably come from being a femme-y little riot grrrl babydyke with tattoos and unexpected piercings, unwilling to pass but unable to convince guys that anyone this tiny and pretty really, truly isn't interested in doing much but kicking their collective ass? Maybe Jennifer Lawrence from Winter's Bone, who I hear is going to be Young Mystique in X-Men: First Class; that'd be cool. And then we'd be able to sell a knock-down drag-out on catfight appeal alone.;))
One way or the other, a fun night out. Now it's snowing again, and I need to take some Neo-Citron.
The showcase piece is definitely that crazy first hit, in which Foster's character Steve decides at the last minute that instead of rohypnol-ing a six-four, 300-pound target to death in a bar, he'll instead go home with him and kill him mano a mano. For about two minutes, he genuinely seems to be reconsidering tactics, like: "Man, this is stupid--I'll just have sex with the fucker, then kill him in his sleep..." But no. The ensuing fight is vicious, and when Arthur (Statham) sees what's happened, all he does is throw a medical kit at him and growl: "I told you to do it clean."
(Later, out in a far more heterosexual bar, Arthur goes off with his usual sort-of girlfriend, leaving Steve to drink himself to the point where a woman saying to him: "I wish somebody cared enough to hurt me that bad..." sounds like: "Hey, let's go fuck in the alley outside!")
Weirdly, though, as I left, I was thinking that while I certainly could write slash for this (if I had the damn time), what I'd sort of more like to see would be a genderflipped version. You could cast Saffron Burrowes as "Ardeth", some Cockney gang-family babe with an ex-SAS ex who'd picked up a lot of tricks while he was using her for a punching bag, then run them back on him before disappearing into a mechanic's life. Think of her explaining: "Yeah, well, that's 70% of it right there, innit? Most men don't fink a woman can kill 'em, outside of bed. So even if they see you comin', they don't really see you comin'..."
But who'd play "Step", short for Stephanie? Whose Mommy-issues problems probably come from being a femme-y little riot grrrl babydyke with tattoos and unexpected piercings, unwilling to pass but unable to convince guys that anyone this tiny and pretty really, truly isn't interested in doing much but kicking their collective ass? Maybe Jennifer Lawrence from Winter's Bone, who I hear is going to be Young Mystique in X-Men: First Class; that'd be cool. And then we'd be able to sell a knock-down drag-out on catfight appeal alone.;))
One way or the other, a fun night out. Now it's snowing again, and I need to take some Neo-Citron.
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Date: 2011-02-06 08:50 am (UTC)I'd read it.
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Date: 2011-02-07 06:51 pm (UTC)I thought about NOT reading this for spoiler reasons, but...it's done. I did it. It sounds like another twisted pin in Foster's cap. Not the big boy bash down, but the other stuff.
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