Anyway...
Speaking of
things that aren’t immediately apparent, I wanted to talk about a problematic
character point for a moment. It’s one
I’ve stumbled across a few times (and fallen victim to once or twice myself),
and once I worked out exactly why it was problematic, I thought it was worth
mentioning.
A few quick
examples...
I saw an
older movie recently from the dark era of superhero films. You know, that time
before Blade when studios (and writers, and directors...) really didn’t believe
you could do a serious superhero movie. Well, not without changing everything
about it. Play it more for laughs. Minimize the costume. Avoid logos. Avoid masks. Absolutely no capes.
Really, how
could you hope to do a movie about superhero characters who wear masks and
capes and get anyone to take it seriously?
Anyway, this
film had a scene where the superhuman hero waded into a minor gang war while
wearing his street clothes. To be clear, at
this point, the hero knew the full range of his abilities. Super-strength. Near-invulnerability. Enhanced reflexes. So the bad guys were throwing themselves at
this skinny guy and ending up with bruises, cracked knuckles, broken limbs,
maybe even one or two concussions in there.
By the time they figured out something wasn’t right, the hero’d probably
sent a dozen of them to the emergency room.
Here’s
another example from the book side of things.
As usual, names, genders, and genres have been changed to protect the
innocent. Or maybe they haven’t, just to
throw you further off the trail...
A friend of
mine had been doing a western horror story recently and asked me to take a look
at his current draft. His main hero, Wakko,
was a pretty solid gunslinger/sharpshooter type (yeah, named his lead
Wakko—weird coincidence, isn’t it?). At
one point, Wakko and the other heroes find themselves taking refuge in an old
frontier fort that’s run by some less-respectable types. Wakko wanders around
and finds the local tough guy, and inwardly notes a few things that confirm the
guy may have been the best in the fort, but that doesn’t mean he’s particularly
good. To prove it, and make a point, Wakko
teases and insults the other guy until he finally leaps up, grabs for his pistol—
And Wakko
flicks out his own gun and shoots the guy dead.
Justified, of course. That guy
was trying to draw. Everyone saw it.
I made a
note that this scene didn’t make Wakko look particularly heroic. In any sense.
This sort
of thing is a hustle. A con. If you’ve ever played pool, nothing annoys
people more than to discover the cute “rookie” who tricked them into wagering
everything on their third game is actually a pool shark with countless notches
on her belt.
One thing
about a hero—in real life or in a literary sense—is that we expect a sense of fairness and general decency from them. They shouldn’t
abuse their power. They won’t
deliberately harm people. Yeah, they
might have to do awful things at some point, and they might not hesitate to do
them when they need to, but it won’t be something they want to do.
Y’see,
Timmy, a superhero in regular clothes is... well, just a dick. Yeah, even when it’s Christopher Reeve. Let’s be honest, that was a cheap move, beating up that guy in the diner. A green beret who goads people into taking a
swing at him is also a dick. Or a
gunslinger who forces somebody into a quickdraw contest.
Honestly...
it’s a bully move.
Now, when
my villain (or just a general antagonist) does something like this, it often
works well for my story. How often have
we seen our hero throw a punch or kick or hail of bullets that had no effect? What appears like a minor obstacle just
became a much more serious challenge for my heroine or hero to deal
with. And challenges are great.
But bullies
aren’t.
Especially
when they’re supposed to be my protagonist.
Next time,
I wanted to talk about some thing.
Until then,
go write.