Something I always enjoy is when a film (or whatever) takes a well-known convention and, either by placing it in a more grounded context or examining the psychology that it would take to create it, does some deglamorizing and examines what it would really be like to live with/in it. Usually, the answer seems to be that it wouldn't be too fun. Some examples:
William Munny (Unforgiven) as the real Eastwood Cowboy. Violent, emotionally crippled, unable to handle moderation in anything at all. He's the last man you want angry with you, for sure, but it's almost equally hazardous to be his friend.
Rorschach (Watchmen) as the real Batman. What kind of person would dress up in a costume and beat up criminals in the street? A completely unhinged, sexually maladjusted whack job incapable of interacting with human beings and, oh yeah, probably smells bad to boot.
Clementine (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind) as the real Manic Pixie Dream Girl. What kind of girl would stumble into a repressed stranger's life, turn it inside out and transform him with the power of love and whimsy? Probably a demanding, boozy, bi-polar hot mess whose never held on to a job or a relationship for any real length of time in her adult life. That the film acknowledges all this and she still seems so appealing says something about either Kate Winslet's charms or my own hang-ups.
McNulty (The Wire) as the real Rogue Detective. He plays by his own rules, goes over his bosses' heads to get the bad guys when the bureaucracy won't take action. He's also a total flake, dead beat dad, alcoholic, and the world's worst co-worker, finding a way to screw over almost everyone he's able to convince to help him. Or as the wise old Lester Freeman puts it, he "sets fire to everything you touch, then walk away while it burns."
Others?







