Watch the trailer for Konami’s Silent Hill 2 make newI am reminded that not only do I hate the protagonist James Sunderland and want him to die, I would also encourage him resident Evil Ethan Winters of the franchise to put his blond head in the oven as soon as possible like Sylvia Plath would if she were an untalented man in a video game.
This hostility might surprise you. I admit I could have an evolutionary one Afraid of ineffective blond men, like some people are afraid of snakes or intimacy. I am certainly bothered by Christopher Columbus, who Scientific American Described in 1893 as “having blond beard and hair, fair complexion and blue eyes”.
Like Columbus, who was notoriously too stupid for spatial awareness, I believe Ethan and James are both capable of accidental infliction of death and worshipal disease across an entire continent.
It’s difficult for me to say exactly where that belief comes from, but when I look at James, sniffling and with flowing hair and a little green jacket, and Ethan, snivelling and flowing hair, with a little tan jacket, I want to start Hand out flyers about why chemtrails are dye the frogs blonde. It feels true I feel it in my core.
Why don’t we do a direct comparison and learn more?
James
- Furnishing – Military jacket, gray polo, unflattering bootcut jeans
- Blond? – Yes indeed
- wife status – sick then dead from smothering her with a pillow but kinda “misses” because James is so mentally damaged from being so horny he forgot
- temperament – shaken by fear, confusion, final lust
- Revealing moments – as said by the silent Hill wiki, “he leaves his car door open, doesn’t turn off his flashlight when hiding from Pyramid Head; reaching into a hole in a wall a second time after being stung by something, dipping his bare hand into a dirty toilet to get a wallet (neglecting to wash his hands afterwards)”
- keyword – (at the sight of a fridge) “There’s what looks like a fridge.”
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ethane
- Furnishing – Sherpa jacket, probably LL Bean, gray hoodie, more jeans
- Blond? – Yes indeed
- wife status – constantly missing, covered with mold
- temperament – dazed, confused, dead
- Revealing moments – had his hand cut off with a chainsaw biohazard and say nothing, bite your fingers off village and just say “shit” and cut off his hand village and just say, “Oh, shit!”
- keyword – (at the sight of a corpse) “A corpse?”
It seems clear to me that James and Ethan are two sides of the same useless coin. Everything that happens to them is sparked by their more interesting sick, missing wives, and yet you become the protagonists. They navigate the swamp and mist, waving their guns like lollipops and shouting “What was that!?” at every bump in the night.
That’s not fair. You stutter and never deserve an answer.
I can understand not being equipped for the gross, mentally and physically traumatizing ordeal that James and Ethan are going through — and I’m not exactly sure how I would react if my wife came at me with a chainsaw — but I am wish their games would give me something to admire or empathize with these men we spend hours as. You can’t always rely on luck and boyish helplessness silent Hill and resident Evil otherwise exist.
But I suppose men like Leonardo DiCaprio have been doing it for decades and we still reward them with more movies and 24 year old girlfriends, despite the soullessness of all thoughtless practice. In her 1993 book New illnesses of the soulin Inquiry into “Whoever Still Has a Soul,” psychoanalyst and critic Julia Kristeva writes that “modern man, held back by his reserve, is a narcissist—a narcissist who can suffer but feels no remorse.”
“When it’s not depressed,” Kristeva continues, “it’s a body that acts, often without even the joys of such performative drunkenness.” Bland James and Ethan, blond, handsome, and regrettably uninteresting, are prime examples of what’s happening , when men are not encouraged to nourish their souls. They grope in the dark with empty heads and, yes, they survive their terrors, but with blinders on. Women never have to shy away from blood.
I know I’m being spiteful, but I think James and Ethan deserve what they’re getting.
