{"id":1576,"date":"2011-01-19T09:00:20","date_gmt":"2011-01-19T09:00:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.badreputation.org.uk\/?p=1576"},"modified":"2011-01-19T09:00:20","modified_gmt":"2011-01-19T09:00:20","slug":"assassins-creed-the-frank-miller-effect-strikes-again","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/badreputation.org.uk\/2011\/01\/19\/assassins-creed-the-frank-miller-effect-strikes-again\/","title":{"rendered":"Assassin\u2019s Creed: The Frank Miller Effect Strikes Again"},"content":{"rendered":"
Oh, BadRep.\u00a0 How I wish I didn’t have to write the article
I’m writing now.\u00a0 How I wish that everything we fall in love with
in the entertainment industry was miles and miles from feministic
reproach.\u00a0 How I wish that something, somewhere would just do everything
right<\/em> and not suck in sudden and unexpected ways.<\/p>\n
Today, I’m subverting my own trope and writing about a game.\u00a0 I
do love a good computer game.\u00a0 I like ones with excellent, flawed
characters, and even more excellent, bizarre plots.\u00a0 I like them big
and sweeping and mind-bending, ideally with some kind of stealth element
and something freaky and supernatural in the mix.\u00a0 So naturally, I
love the
Assassin’s Creed<\/strong> franchise.\u00a0 Dear god do I love
the
Assassin’s Creed<\/strong> franchise.<\/p>\n
“Love” is probably not the right word.\u00a0 It’s
not enough to convey the level of brain-melting, nose-bleed-inducing
obsession I have with it.\u00a0 It doesn’t illustrate the way
I dissolve into a twitching heap when exposed to the soundtrack, or
that I screamed at the ending of the first game and spent the next
week – avoiding spoilers – sleeplessly deciphering it
with the aid of the internet.\u00a0 “Love” just
doesn’t cover it.\u00a0 My affection for it is worrying.\u00a0
It feeds my soul with the purest, shimmering godlike joy from on
high through a
glee tube<\/em>.<\/p>\n
So please understand how hard it is for me to criticise it in
any way.<\/p>\n
The franchise is, as the title may suggest, about Assassins with
a capital A: not hitmen-for-hire, but the original Hashshashin,
a devoted army of politically-motivated killers locked in a
battle against the Knights Templar in an exciting tangle of
conspiracy theory fodder that gets increasingly bizarre as the
series continues.\u00a0 Most of the characters are male.\u00a0
This is partially a reflection on the time period in question
(mid-Crusades era Syria and the Italian Renaissance) but also
because, according to trope,
there is only one type of female assassin<\/em>.<\/p>\n
“What type is that?” I hear you cry, perplexed
that there should be more than one type of Assassin at
all.<\/p>\n
You already know.\u00a0 It’s the Sex Assassin.\u00a0
The one that lures in the victim with sexual desire, and
then! when they’re at their most vulnerable!
murders them with stabbing<\/em>.<\/p>\n
This trope is old.\u00a0 The Sex Assassin is inevitably
female.\u00a0 She’s the Battle Whore; a sexually
desirable object of cunning, guise and stabbing, and
it’s exciting because there she is!
\u00a0Subverting regular heterosexual intercourse by
penetrating the man she’s seduced!\u00a0
With a knife.<\/em> Do you see what they did
there!\u00a0 Surely we are all undone with the
inventiveness.\u00a0 Women being all deadly and
effective!\u00a0 But only if couched in the narrative
device of being used as a sex object.\u00a0 That is
the only way they can be empowered, apparently.<\/p>\n
I desperately hoped that my beloved
Assassin’s Creed<\/strong> would break free
of this trope and give us some hard-ass, female
battle bastards, but it doesn’t,
really.\u00a0 I looked at the line-up of playable
classes for the most recent massive release,
Assassin’s Creed: Brotherhood<\/strong>,
and there’s an array of interesting
traditionally male roles: you’ve got a
tank<\/span> hangman, a plague
doctor and a priest… and then
there’s the woman.\u00a0 There she is, at
the back.\u00a0 You can tell that she’s
The Woman because there’s an awful lot of
cleavage going on.<\/p>\n