Everybody’s sad…but it’s kind of a weird kind of sad. My attempt at world-domination gave Thor depth, Iron Man a soul, and Captain America a brain. I don’t know what it’s given me, but I have no control over myself when I’m with the Tesseract. Are we going to Asgard or to hell?
Might I also suggest
“I just killed my best friend…” “And your worst enemy…”
Ruby Rhod is one of my favorite characters in sci-fi ever because he is Luc Besson’s vision of the hetero sex symbol of the future: a flamboyant, emotionally labile man who wears skin-tight leopard print or decks himself in roses, a man who accessorizes with big jewelry and dabbles in cosmetics. And the ladies love him. Everything about him screams “gay” according to our stereotypes, but he’s portrayed as a 100% straight sexual dynamo.
Besson is one of the few directors I’ve seen who actually recognizes that our ideas of sexuality and gender performance might have changed drastically in the future