are undercurrents to mens feelings for men that
most men are downright not prepared to look at.
Time to start looking, fellahs. Tic-toc, tic-toc.
While, for instance, men are always promoting themselves
as being more visual than women, this surpassing visuality
supposedly does not encompass members of their own sex.
To which I calmly remark, COME ON!
As with other glory-boy glorification movies, Troy cleaned
up at the box office because he-men shelled out their
chedder as much as the women who went to swoon over
take your pick Brad Pitt, Eric Bana, Orlando Bloom.
Each main masculine character served in storytelling to
succor mens instinctual machinations that insist
in a still, small voice, Temet noce. Know
thyself, bruthuh. True.
Pitt, as Achilles, offers the tortured hero toing and
froing between his sacred and profane. His love affair
with the holy woman Briseis retrogrades to
religious folklore of St George battling the dragon: described
in Jungian terms as a mans attempt to unite the
male and female sides of his human character.
Achilles, wrestling with his souls-cages, is on
everymans personal pursuance to sunder
himself from the sexism that stymies him from seeing a
truly good man cultivates yang into his yin. That is to
say, he must put some woman into his man. Sometimes that
can only happen via tantric corrections...basically when
he tries a little tenderness, and puts his man
into a woman.
In Eric Banas Hector, we are presented with the
balanced male, the warrior of compassion, the man who
would be king.
This, to me, is essentially what every boy knows he should
aspire to become, until sexism steps him and tells him
he has to be exactly like Achilles was before he opened
his heart chakra and learned to shudder to the core of
his masculine/male foundations.
Hector delivers the code and it is a simple
one Honour the Gods, love your woman,
and defend your country! A sharp contrast to Achilles,
Take it! Its yours! The former walks
in peace until he must protect all thats dear to
him. The latter tramples to take what never was his.
Tragically, the good, good man is killed by a man who
is his lesser. This is happening around us every day today
at genocidal proportions: loving, honorable men slain
in the war of dogs.
Bloom, as Paris, delivers the Peter Pan flying about in
every man: wanting to grow up, be responsible, love selflessly,
live in honour; but thwarted by the equal longing to be
Puer Aeternus, the eternal boy, who takes what he wants
when he wants be it Wendy, Helen, any woman, any
how without thought for consequences.
In the fairly happy Hollywood version Paris, too, comes
to manhood; depicted as he (what else?) kills his opponent.
Ah, yes, the mark of a real man. And we wonder why boys
This psycho-babble is all well and good. But I gotto tell
you that movies like Troy are so popular with men because
it gives them a chance to ogle other men without having
to explain themselves.
Edward Lucie-Smith, in his book Adam: the Male Figure
in Art, explains: In their most recent manifestations,
elaborate tattoos have often been part of a specifically
gay subculture...it allows the male to attract the masculine
gaze without compromising his own masculinity.
Manly-man movies allow men to bask in appreciation of
what is considered the real measure of beauty, the aesthetic
norm: the male body. Yet, men can take uninhibited eyefulls
of the various man-flesh on display without fear of being
taken to be womanly.
And while no man grunted out loud, as did the women in
the audience, when Pitt first disrobed after battle and,
all a-sweaty and blood-splattered, began splashing cold
water on his nipples and shoulders, I would be hard-pressed
to believe that men in the audience didnt behold
that demigod-ish body and mentally mumble, Oh my
God in tones that would have made Plato cross-eyed
and weak in the knees.
This fact is all too evident in the world: many men love
men more than women, hence why they dont see women
Men love men. And in putting aside childish things, and
the better to understand themselves, their relationships
with other men, women, the Earth, men need to start asking
the right question about this love.
Not, How much? But, How exactly?