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Ruth is a full-time writer. Foodie. Happy camper. Wanders a lot. Used to have the worst taste in men. A reformed swipe-a-holic. Reviving her blog after its death.

Thursday, May 20, 2004

They wanted to humanize “Troy” so they removed all divine interventions in the movie.

I don’t get it.

Greek gods were the most human-like gods before Christ.

What could be more human than petty quarrels over who is most beautiful among the popular ladies of the time (remember the golden apple)? And don’t you find playing favorites one of the most common human quality?

Greek gods represented all the human virtues and vices. They were made in the image of us, for crying out loud! Like it or not, the mythology is the Greek history.

It won’t make the movie any less convincing if they showed how the gods took sides in the Trojan War. Frankly, it would be more bearable to see Apollo guiding Paris’ arrow to Achilles’ heel, than let the cowardly prince take all the glory.

Troy lost the war. All sons of Troy, except for Aenas, died. All women of Troy became either slaves or concubines. I don’t know why they even had to give some of the characters a happy ending (like faithless Helen).

It broke my heart when Agamemnon was killed. Not because I liked the man, but because I felt that they took that pleasure away from Clytemnestra.

But the movie was not a total waste. At least they remained faithful to that scene of Priam and Achilles. And I saw Orlando Blooms’ delicious abs, oh la la.

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I used to breathe, eat, and drink Greek mythology in high school. The movie made me remember how I used to cry for Hector and how much I rooted for the golden boy Achilles.

I’m a certified geek.

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One day at the office, totally unplanned, most of us wore pink and black.

Pink and black are Diana Degarmo’s favorite colors (based on the colors of the clothes that she wore every week).

So we decided to call the phenomenon the “Diana Degarmo Day”…



…In honor of our least favorite AI.

A few days later, Tequilamela got drunk, I finished off a large plate of nachos in The District, and spent quality time with Jas.

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Sometimes, I wish I truly hated my job. So therefore I can have the perfect excuse to quit and be a bum again.