Really, the only way that her resurrection was not an incredibly stupid move is if he actually meant to do what he did. (Which, of course, is even worse.) After all, he does seem to have a habit of collecting immortals; one could have been an accident, two might still be stupidity with a capital "D", but if the third one comes around... Eeek.

I'm frankly a little scared to see who he makes immortal next, and how he does it. At least resurrecting Astrid didn't bring on the apocalypse? ... no, that doesn't make it better.

For bumping-off purposes, women and people of color are pretty much perfect, because it's ingrained that they're disposable: peeps of color (especially african-american men) are cannon fodder, girlpeeps are sacrificial. (One doesn't have to look much farther past Ianto's fabricated killing spree to see that.)

Trufax. I didn't even think of Ianto's imaginary killing spree, but word for nameless dead women! Perfect for (white) male angst, since the narrative generates women's pain in order to fuel a dude's!

You & your friend sound like my kind of moviegoers with the Tropical Skittle -throwing, heh.

I noticed that except for Scribble, all of the african-american men in the movie were almost exactly the same. They dressed the same, they spoke using the same phrases, they had the same expressions and they all died similar ways. In the case of the white men, however, every character had a distinct style, wardrobe, movements, even set makeup - someone had made sure that they were individually interesting.

I am nodding vigorously! Your observation skills are ace. African-American men = interchangeable cannon fodder is exactly the right description.

I'm a white chick and though we've gotten some looks hanging out together, I don't think we'd ever been more aware of that divide between us than when we were watching the black dudes getting mowed down, introducing themselves as "nightmares", being corrupt enough to kill & kill again.

Black men really get the worst of it in audiovisual representation. It's the epitome of political and aesthetic failure on the part of artists perpetrating these stereotypes. And it's so easy to go with the flow.

Instead of being cannon fodder, women - like children - are considered innocents, and so having them killed off evokes feelings of "hey, not cool". You practically tell how evil a character's supposed to be by how many broads he's bopped off. And really, in a cruel sort of ironic way, that's almost as damaging to the white men as it is to the chicks (of all colors). Because the message there is:

Women: Save us. We need protection. Our existence is point for the moral wellness of all.
Men: I need no help. I cannot have attachments to other men or even other women.

Sing it, yeah. Patriarchy damaging (white) men even as it oppresses women.

The media doesn't seem to like portraying older women in this way, particularly because since they've surpassed their younger, meeker counterparts - lambs that didn't make it to the slaughtering block in time. The thing is, older people command respect (though this is quickly changing in our rather ageist culture), and that's not a thing anyone wants to give to women. Therefore, it's convenient to pretend that for females, life stops at thirty-three, and anything beyond it is just not talked about. And if you DO talk about it, or - the horror - live it, then you are obviously evil, an outsider, because you don't fit into our culture. You are a "witch", and you will be burned at the stake.

You've tied it all together, especially with your points about how the media avoids representations of older successful women because those women didn't get bumped off earlier, and nobody wants to give them the respect one might feel is due to older people.

Yours are great comments, and I'm happy you responded to my (lengthy) remarks on media representation of fictional women and people of color. I feel inspired! Or full of renewed rage as a woman of color, or something. Thanks, and I'll be back later to pick up some music!