I absolutely love villian origin stories. I’m ashamed to say it but I still havn’t gone to see Wicked yet. At this point I’m going to have to find a copy of the broadway show online or something, because the chances of my ever getting to see it live grows markedly more slim every day. Thankfully there’s a new bad girls’ club origin story in town. Maleficent.

I was so excited when I first saw the previews for this movie. There may or may not have been some high pitched screaming and a happy dance involed when Angelina Jolie’s razor sharp cheekbones flashed across the screen. Seriously, you could cut yourself on those things. The votes were in and it was unanimous, Maleficent was going to be the girl’s night out movie of the week. We weren’t disappointed.

Why do I love the origin stories of all the classic Big Bads? Because it turns them into PEOPLE. Complex, messy, really people. When you’re creating a villian it’s so easy to say, “This is the bad guy becuse he’s a bad guy and so likes to make bad things happen.” But when you do that you end up with flat empty charicatures of people. The villians that I’ve always loved the most are the ones where you can’t help but feel a little disgusted about the fact that part of you kind of understands where they are coming from. When they hit close to home and make you really think about your values and ideals and you wonder if you had to go through some of the horrors that they did would you be able to say without a doubt that there is no chance you wouldn’t have taken a similar path.

That’s why I loved this movie so much, it had me rooting for the “villian” the whole time. Heartbreaking, vindicating and utterly satisfying, just the way I like my bad guys. Complex.

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