Nerds In Love
It has always bothered me that Brian, the lovable bracefaced dweeb in “Breakfast Club” was the only character in the movie who didn’t get any nookie.
I finally rented “Vicky Christina Barcelona,” and aside from thoroughly enjoying the movie, saw this theme of unfulfilled dweeb returned. Granted, Vicky, a supple-lipped, long-limbed Lenora with doe eyes and wavy brown locks is not a typical geek, but she likes to hang out in libraries learning things and listen to classical guitar. See? Dweeb.
Because she is a dweeb, I was not surprised that when Vicky finally decided to indulge her wild sexual attraction to a hot Spaniard (Javier Bardem, sans pageboy, praise the lord) crazy hijinks ensued, leaving Vicky with a bandaged hand and no sexual satisfaction.
In literature as in film, it is often the nerd left alone with his thoughts and books and glasses and harumphs. He toils away in nerd-dom without getting to bang anyone except himself.
“I’m too scared,” Vicky whispers, showing her reluctance to act out of passion, rather than sense. Perhaps it is not the nerds who are left without love, but those afraid to act? Nahhhhhh, it’s totally the thick-rimmed glasses and the ever-present must of old books.
