Stop cryin', ain't feelin' sorry for you
Why don't you fade away?
Got no time, no time for what I gotta do
And get a message through
Kiss my ass; your bitchin's a bore
Don't wanna hear it no more
So stop cryin', ain't feelin' nothing for you
Don't like it? There's the door!
Sorry if I'm not as nice as you could be
Why don't you take the time to see
That the world does not revolve around only you
And we got better things to do
Why don't you fade away?
Got no time, no time for what I gotta do
And get a message through
Kiss my ass; your bitchin's a bore
Don't wanna hear it no more
So stop cryin', ain't feelin' nothing for you
Don't like it? There's the door!
Sorry if I'm not as nice as you could be
Why don't you take the time to see
That the world does not revolve around only you
And we got better things to do
—Overkill, "Drunken Wisdom"
Some fans of this movie tell me that this is a fairly accurate representation of what it feels like to be fresh out of college and have no clear path in life; to be in your early 20s and not be able to pretend that you're a kid anymore. Well, I dropped out of college to join the army, so I was more or less dragged kicking and screaming into adulthood right out of high school. So, personally, I don't know what it's like to be 22 and be absolutely shell-shocked at the prospect that you might actually have to grow up. I know what it's like to be 24 and not know where your next meal is coming from. So, I get it. This movie was never intended for people like me.
— A Serious Question with Michael A. Novelli, The Agony Booth's review of Scott Pilgrim vs. The World
Leia: Luke, what's wrong?
Luke: I just can't believe Ben's gone.
Leia: Awww, did the eighty-year-old man you just met yesterday die? I mean, sorry if I didn't notice, I was a little busy thinking about my entire family and the other two billion people from Alderaan who just vaporized into dust about three hours ago.
R2-D2: [Ooooh, snap!]
Luke: I just can't believe Ben's gone.
Leia: Awww, did the eighty-year-old man you just met yesterday die? I mean, sorry if I didn't notice, I was a little busy thinking about my entire family and the other two billion people from Alderaan who just vaporized into dust about three hours ago.
R2-D2: [Ooooh, snap!]
— Robot Chicken: Star Wars
Another thing among Kannazuki no Miko's ten thousand sins is codifying that godawful cliche of unrequited lesbian love being the deepest and most undeniable misery there is. It’s so godawfully painful that you're not only justified for murder/rape/deicide/general douchery, but all your stupid friends who've lost their family and friends, or have actually had legitimately awful things happen to them, just CAN'T UNDERSTAND THE DEPTH OF YOUR FEELINGS. And thus you are automatically both way more badass and way more sympathetic than they are. You know. Because.
Like seriously, Chikane's raped her best friend and murdered all the punch-clock badguys under the pretense of joining them, and their boss is totally cool with it, because her heart is so awash in an ocean of tears that she's capable of becoming the god of grief and loathing. Their team had a rape victim, two political exiles, a eugenics victim, and someone who had to give up their life's dream, but HOLY CRAP CHIKANE. You had a crush on a girl you had Algebra I with, and she didn't like you like that! YOUR GRIEF DOTH OVERSHADOW US ALL.
Like seriously, Chikane's raped her best friend and murdered all the punch-clock badguys under the pretense of joining them, and their boss is totally cool with it, because her heart is so awash in an ocean of tears that she's capable of becoming the god of grief and loathing. Their team had a rape victim, two political exiles, a eugenics victim, and someone who had to give up their life's dream, but HOLY CRAP CHIKANE. You had a crush on a girl you had Algebra I with, and she didn't like you like that! YOUR GRIEF DOTH OVERSHADOW US ALL.
I can't sympathize with [Noctis'] struggle because he doesn't seem to have one. Everything gets handed to him 'coz he's a prince: his magic powers, his superweapons, his fancy car, and 3 paid friends - one to chauffeur, one to tuck him in at night and one to practice kissing on. People literally give him free boats and he's still got the cast-iron balls to be generically broody all the time. Even his sexy bride was assigned at birth! Some of us are gonna only get results like that after a long back-breaking evening digging up fresh graves!
Oh, boo-hoo-hoo, my wife and child are dead! Oh, I don't care if it's mean! Everybody's got dead people. It's no excuse to get everyone else dead along the way!
— Rocket Raccoon, Guardians of the Galaxy (2014)
