My love of folklore and mythology began almost as soon as I learned to read, and as reading has been my numero uno hobby since around that same time, I’ve had decades to become something of a smarty pants on my favorites.
Even if you don’t seek out the knowledge deliberately, you can’t help but pick up some of it by osmosis, when you read the same types of books for years and years.
The upside is, yay, knowledge. Somewhat impractical knowledge, but fun just the same. The downside: being hypercritical every time those mythologies are introduced into a new movie (or tv series, or book).
I’m not talking about creative license, I’m talking about glaring inaccuracies, mutually exclusive concepts, etc.
Drives. Me. NUTS.
belatedly recently saw one of the summer blockbusters . . . I’d been meant to see it opening weekend, but life happened, and that might be a good thing for once, b/c I feel enough time has passed that I can rant and nick pick freely. Even so, said blockbuster will remain nameless to avoid spoiling any other victims of life.
SO. Greek Mythology 101 (or my amateur version of it):
The imperfect god of engineering. Imperfect in form, that is, and that’s not a slam at any humans who were born and/or made less than the societal version of perfect, it’s a commentary on the superficial nature of Greek gods.
Anyway, I can’t remember the specifics, but as an infant or toddler, Hephaestus was tossed off Mt. Olympus. Literally. He was thrown off the city of the gods down to the earth below. He survived, but his leg never healed properly, so he was constantly the subject of ridicule, b/c gods can be assholes.
Like Aphrodite, goddess of love, beauty, and sex, who was given to Hephaestus as his wife.
Ignoring the fact that giving anyone to someone else as a life partner, let alone the goddess of love, is a dick move, Aphrodite chose an easy target (Hephaestus) for her wrath, rather than taking out her anger on who actually deserved it (pretty sure that would be Zeus).
But regardless of what brought them together, Hephaestus loved his wife, and lived in constant agony, b/c she loathed him (b/c icky flawed god who lived underground and ew, ew, ewwwww!), and also b/c she was having a not-so-secret affair with Ares, god of war.
SO. When I was watching Summer Blockbuster, and Ares inexplicably demonstrated his affinity for manipulating metal, an ability reserved for his mortal enemy, I got irritated.
Then when he later (again inexplicably) throws lightning at the offspring of the god of lightning, I was incredulous (and that’s putting it politely).
And since that’s basically where the story ends, it was kind of ruined for me. Maybe if all the nonsense had happened mid-movie, I’d’ve had a chance to recover from it, but it didn’t, so I couldn’t.
Summer Blockbuster’s version of Greek mythology did not jive with the real mythology, and knowing it made it impossible for me to enjoy it. *kicks aluminum can*
What about you? Has a book/movie/sitcom been ruined for you b/c they got it wrong?