Is there such a thing as a perfect match? Reflecting, I remember watching a movie called The Army of Darkness (1992) directed by Sam Raimi, which stars Bruce Campbell “Ash”, who plays a discount manager of a store who somehow transports back in the future of 1300 A.D. Going through hell to merely survive, he finds out that villagers, seeing miracles after miracles from the new stranger, and easily getting out of trouble; the people takes him to be some type of legend, a prophesied saviour, who helps to decode the Necronomicon, but regrettably makes matters worse saying the wrong words, setting off a curse, instead of protecting, an evil army of dead skeletons is on the loose against the small medieval village. Preparing for war, Ash helps these small naive people against a swarm of Deadites who are menacingly on there way threatening of their destruction. And lovely Sheila played by Embeth Davidtz, without any hesitation helps him, and there, a sparkle of interest emerges between the two.
Sadly somehow, Sheila is captured by the Army of Darkness and is later made the wife of the head leader of these skull heads. It was a blow for Ash, and somehow for me too, because she was once his trusted aide and confidante, lovely and cute; whenever he came around she smiled, now torn away from his grasp, she was now one of them, his enemy. I was terribly upset by that. Here, a woman of his dreams comes along, he likes her, she likes him, and now the beautiful Sheila is snatched away by a loathesome creature, who really doesn’t know anything about love or the certain mannerisms of such thing. And loving you as a whole person will never be in this demon leader’s vocabulary. You’re his, and he can do whatever he wants to you and when he wants and you have nothing to do or say about it. Sheila, eventually her person dies, not physically, it’s her dreams that do, her hopes are fatefully gone. Her personality, they’re all his now. Have any aspirations? They will disappear, he’ll make sure of it.
Sheila was no longer herself. She looked just like him. Hideously demonic in features, not at all a touch of beauty from within or without. He’s filled her vessel, so to speak. And how dreadful? And here, I tell you, I am frightened of those type of relationships-where someone comes along, snatches you up, well, rather entraps you and you don’t feel the same for that person who put so much effort in getting you-and that’s where the deception comes in-and of course, love isn’t love anymore. But do you dare tell him? You’re caught in a worthless relationship, in the hands of a monster, his to keep, to fondle you when you don’t want him to-but you can’t help it, he’s in between your legs, he’s felt you and you him, juices flowed and melded together, loving it or not. Two beings have become one.
Most tortuous beyond words, is to be loved by someone who can’t even give it. Love that cannot be reflected in you or outside of you…
And from there, I’m taken back to the movie Cecil De Mil’s Ten Commandments, remember the water girl played by Debra Paget “Lillia,” who was in love with Joshua and Joshua her; and who was it, from afar envied such love between two humans, such benevolence which he was encapable of giving, even if he paid for it-the dastardly Dathan, played by Edward G. Robinson, from the dusky shadows he too had a liking for the fair maiden; viciously plotted a scheme against Joshua and placed the man in prison for a petty crime; however, this didn’t deter the cunning man Dathan, who now captures the water girl and against her will makes her his own and marries her. When ready to escape Egypt, Joshua, released from prison, somehow finds the lovely Lillia… but she is no more free, no more happy, no more forgiving. She was now the wife of Dathan. And so sad, Joshua, still looking for her gaze, still looking for her outreached arms of embrace, still he had love for her in his heart, asks her “Has he touched you?” And from poor Lillia’s lips come no words; once the apple of his eyes… she gently lowers her own sad blue eyes, distant and silent and right there, you and I, the audience saw, we knew right there that he did. You knew he had touched her.
Love if found, should be perfectly unmingled, should be matched to the highest degree-without any regrets. No sad notes of bad memories, hated rememberance of how they came together…like a new planet uninhabited by the viles of other living forms, no perpetrators; a relationship between two people should be obtained and happily formed. I believe in the unison of good love and not love pretended of or getting someone, obtaining someone who has no clue or inkling of their objectives, and forced into a loveless marriage, gradually taught how to love them and God forbid if you don’t learn fast enough, the a.k.a “The consequences of unmatched love. And ere go I, loveless.”