Seriously, WTF Mario, it’s not like she ever let you “hit it” after saving her. Whya waste-a your-a time?
Although I’ve always seen Mario’s adventure as an allegory to my own personal dating experiences: You jump through hoops just to be noticed with barely a reward to show for it. In the end, your princess always ends up being in another castle. That, and sometimes you can shoot fireballs. I’m… I’m not really sure how that bit fits in yet.
You are missing an entire subtle subtext of the story here. Look at the weariness in Mario’s eyes. Note how he stands there, at a precipice, and is confronted with the choice of saving her or not. He stands there for what seems like an eternity, unwilling to go on, but unable to leave. He knows he’s going to save her. He does it every time. But he longs to break free from the cycle. He stands, pulling slow drags on his cigarette, trying to stretch out time, hoping that maybe his inaction will force some resolution. But it won’t. The princess will still be in “trouble” and he’ll still have to rescue her. Eventually, he flicks the butt into the lava below: brilliantly symbolic of how his efforts are now practically meaningless in the context of their entire storied history. What left of his cigarette can be seen as an allegory to his love for her: Once, it grew bright, and hot, like the lava below. Time and struggle has quenched that flame so that now it is little more than dying embers, flicked aside, nearly cold but glowing just enough to show that an ancient fire still burns, however faint. It is this fire that keeps him on the precipice, perched there, unable to move forward but unwilling to break free. He will carry on and save her, but he’s all but forgotten why.
Naw, I’m just messing with you, it’s actually an analog to the current financial crisis (Princess = Banks, Mario = Federal Government, Bowser = AIG, etc).
Seriously, WTF Mario, it’s not like she ever let you “hit it” after saving her. Whya waste-a your-a time?
Although I’ve always seen Mario’s adventure as an allegory to my own personal dating experiences: You jump through hoops just to be noticed with barely a reward to show for it. In the end, your princess always ends up being in another castle. That, and sometimes you can shoot fireballs. I’m… I’m not really sure how that bit fits in yet.
STDs,
in my experienceso I’ve heard.LOL, that’s the exact thing I thought when I saw the fireballs reference!
So what’s up with the racoon tail on my ass?
Wait, so this itching/burning sensation… that’s not normal?
It is, well for some of us at least. ;)
That may be the best metaphor for dating I’ve ever heard. Oh, and the fireball part is definitely STDs.
Oh, also, your pee ends up smelling like mushrooms. Am I right guys? Guys?
Oh, video game humor. Will you ever stop milking out Mario jokes?
no :)
I don’t get the joke… Please somebody tell me!
Come now. You don’t get it? *sigh* Okay, wait. just read the first post, then you might understand… (n00b)
I simply thought there was something more to it than being bored of saving her.
You are missing an entire subtle subtext of the story here. Look at the weariness in Mario’s eyes. Note how he stands there, at a precipice, and is confronted with the choice of saving her or not. He stands there for what seems like an eternity, unwilling to go on, but unable to leave. He knows he’s going to save her. He does it every time. But he longs to break free from the cycle. He stands, pulling slow drags on his cigarette, trying to stretch out time, hoping that maybe his inaction will force some resolution. But it won’t. The princess will still be in “trouble” and he’ll still have to rescue her. Eventually, he flicks the butt into the lava below: brilliantly symbolic of how his efforts are now practically meaningless in the context of their entire storied history. What left of his cigarette can be seen as an allegory to his love for her: Once, it grew bright, and hot, like the lava below. Time and struggle has quenched that flame so that now it is little more than dying embers, flicked aside, nearly cold but glowing just enough to show that an ancient fire still burns, however faint. It is this fire that keeps him on the precipice, perched there, unable to move forward but unwilling to break free. He will carry on and save her, but he’s all but forgotten why.
Naw, I’m just messing with you, it’s actually an analog to the current financial crisis (Princess = Banks, Mario = Federal Government, Bowser = AIG, etc).
The image above reminded me of this video.
Super Mario Rescues The Princess: Seth MacFarlane’s Cavalcade
That’s exactly what I thought of. “Screw it. Hey, dragon, you can have her.”