scene-herd on Le cinquieme element:
scene-herd on Le cinquième élément:
“I’m still disturbed that Milla Jovovich as Leeloo is Luc
Besson’s vision of the ‘perfect/supreme being.’ What?
Child-like, orange haired, and scantily clad?”
I tend to agree. Come to think of it, there’s very little textual
evidence substantiating her supremacy. Instead, we are perpetually
instructed — by such field experts as Vito
Cornelius, Corben Dallas, the dopey military guy, and the dopey science
guy — that Leeloo really is some hiterto-undiscovered Platonic
asymptote.
Father Cornelius (d/b/a Bilbo Baggins of late) is probably the only
member of this cosmic pair-figure-skating panel with any credentials at
all in the field, and he’s no better than the rest of them.
“She’s also so … fragile …” (gesturing girlie-curves in
the air to a robot bartender)
It’s the same way, I suppose, with all impossibly, obnoxiously beautiful
girls. Somehow they are esteemed (by hetero men, of course) to have
evolved to some higher form of humanity, but none of those men can quite
explain why without reverting to some lower form of pre-mammalian
linguistics.
“Bzzzz.”