Ummm, why are all of our villains sexually ambiguous? I'm sure someone has written on this... Matthew Goode's version of the purple-draped, Egyptian pharaoh-obsessed, Adrian Veidt is deliciously Bowie, but let's admit it, the rest of the film is certainly NOT sexually ambiguous. We have nearly-naked and comfortably-passive women at the beck 'n call of beefcake boys and not only fluorescent, but sparkly blue, all-powerful male anatomy out and about without warning. Thank goodness for Patrick Wilson's Nite Owl, who has all his smarts in the wrong place but no one cares because he's packaged just how we like 'em: big and dumb.
Ooops, that's two, three, four... reasons, huh?
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