He is utterly without flaws, and therefore both utterly unrelatable and a poorly conceived character.
Honestly, can John Cena do anything wrong? Kane told him to embrace the hate, but what did he do? He made an angry constipated face, but never struck Ryder, never so much as snapped at Eve, and in the end, handily defeated Kane and dispatched him all the way back to hell. When he lost to the Rock, did he show introspection and reconsider the implications of losing the biggest match of his career? No, of course not. He extended his hand in gracious loss and smiled and laughed his way to Lesnar. Brock Lesnar, the man billed as a machine, the greatest fighter ever, the man who was to bring legitimacy to the WWE. And after resoundingly getting his ass kicked, he overcame Lesnar. The next night, instead of so much as gloating he went on to smile and laugh his way to a match with John Laurinitus. And the process continues. When Big Show betrays him, does he do anything? No, he confronts him reasonably in the ring and asks him why he did it. When his duty becomes clear, he executes it.
And this new storyline with Punk has just put the icing on the cake. He is without temptation. All he has to do is cave in for one half of a second and say that Punk is better than him and he gets a title shot, but no sir. He is so utterly incorruptible, such a bastion of light and virtue that he cannot for an instant give in to a single vice.
It is unbearable.
We're not watching a hero, we're watching a morality play. How can anyone over the age of six relate to this man? He is almost literally an alien. I am a man, and I have flaws. Every great hero has flaws. I'll toss out examples off the top of my head. Aang, The Last Airbender, one of Western anime's greatest heroes. He has a heart of gold and an irrepressible desire to save the world, but he's lazy, overly pacifistic, incapable of understanding women, and frequently fails to achieve his goals. Bruce Wayne, of Nolan's Batman. So obsessed with his desire to bring justice to Gotham that he is incapable of experiencing life as a human being. Consumed by anger to the point where he kills himself rather than confront it. Sydney Carton - an antihero, I'll allow - is a drunk, self-obsessed, and constantly moping, but ultimately sacrifices himself for the happiness of his unrequited love.
These men are heroes, all, precisely because they are flawed. They are men with weaknesses. They are human beings. Their actions are not the only thing that makes them heroes - rather, it is their actions made in spite of their flaws and thereby overcoming them that make them truly heroic. We relate to the great heroes of film and literature by watching human struggles that ultimately end in glory, or at least victory of a kind. These are well developed heroes.
John Cena can't even come close. How in the world am I expected to feel anything for John Cena? For all his joking, we are looking at a cold slab of marble, unshakeable as a rock, incapable of movement from his strict morality. He is unbearable. Jesus Christ himself is more relatable than Cena. Even Christ falls down and bleeds. If John Cena were the main character of the Gospels, he would fashion the cross into a spear and kill all the Romans with it before ascending to space in his laser chariot. He would not bleed, he would not fall, because he is not a mortal man. He is incapable of the failures and transgressions of the common man.
This isn't some kind of anti-establishment, hating the current top dog just because he is kind of thing. This is a criticism of John Cena's failure as a character, an utter and complete disaster of failed art. Have you ever wondered why the children cheer John Cena? It's because they're too young to understand what it is to be flawed. Age cruelly informs us of our faults, our flaws, our mortality. There are two reactions to this, of course - to deny it and live in misguided bliss, or accept it as a noble but unpleasant truth.
John Cena never got the memo. His mortality is forgotten, his faults buried. When we watch John Cena, we look upon not a man, but a statue - a monument to perfection.
We look upon cold stone that cannot touch the hearts of those that know what it is to be human.
Honestly, can John Cena do anything wrong? Kane told him to embrace the hate, but what did he do? He made an angry constipated face, but never struck Ryder, never so much as snapped at Eve, and in the end, handily defeated Kane and dispatched him all the way back to hell. When he lost to the Rock, did he show introspection and reconsider the implications of losing the biggest match of his career? No, of course not. He extended his hand in gracious loss and smiled and laughed his way to Lesnar. Brock Lesnar, the man billed as a machine, the greatest fighter ever, the man who was to bring legitimacy to the WWE. And after resoundingly getting his ass kicked, he overcame Lesnar. The next night, instead of so much as gloating he went on to smile and laugh his way to a match with John Laurinitus. And the process continues. When Big Show betrays him, does he do anything? No, he confronts him reasonably in the ring and asks him why he did it. When his duty becomes clear, he executes it.
And this new storyline with Punk has just put the icing on the cake. He is without temptation. All he has to do is cave in for one half of a second and say that Punk is better than him and he gets a title shot, but no sir. He is so utterly incorruptible, such a bastion of light and virtue that he cannot for an instant give in to a single vice.
It is unbearable.
We're not watching a hero, we're watching a morality play. How can anyone over the age of six relate to this man? He is almost literally an alien. I am a man, and I have flaws. Every great hero has flaws. I'll toss out examples off the top of my head. Aang, The Last Airbender, one of Western anime's greatest heroes. He has a heart of gold and an irrepressible desire to save the world, but he's lazy, overly pacifistic, incapable of understanding women, and frequently fails to achieve his goals. Bruce Wayne, of Nolan's Batman. So obsessed with his desire to bring justice to Gotham that he is incapable of experiencing life as a human being. Consumed by anger to the point where he kills himself rather than confront it. Sydney Carton - an antihero, I'll allow - is a drunk, self-obsessed, and constantly moping, but ultimately sacrifices himself for the happiness of his unrequited love.
These men are heroes, all, precisely because they are flawed. They are men with weaknesses. They are human beings. Their actions are not the only thing that makes them heroes - rather, it is their actions made in spite of their flaws and thereby overcoming them that make them truly heroic. We relate to the great heroes of film and literature by watching human struggles that ultimately end in glory, or at least victory of a kind. These are well developed heroes.
John Cena can't even come close. How in the world am I expected to feel anything for John Cena? For all his joking, we are looking at a cold slab of marble, unshakeable as a rock, incapable of movement from his strict morality. He is unbearable. Jesus Christ himself is more relatable than Cena. Even Christ falls down and bleeds. If John Cena were the main character of the Gospels, he would fashion the cross into a spear and kill all the Romans with it before ascending to space in his laser chariot. He would not bleed, he would not fall, because he is not a mortal man. He is incapable of the failures and transgressions of the common man.
This isn't some kind of anti-establishment, hating the current top dog just because he is kind of thing. This is a criticism of John Cena's failure as a character, an utter and complete disaster of failed art. Have you ever wondered why the children cheer John Cena? It's because they're too young to understand what it is to be flawed. Age cruelly informs us of our faults, our flaws, our mortality. There are two reactions to this, of course - to deny it and live in misguided bliss, or accept it as a noble but unpleasant truth.
John Cena never got the memo. His mortality is forgotten, his faults buried. When we watch John Cena, we look upon not a man, but a statue - a monument to perfection.
We look upon cold stone that cannot touch the hearts of those that know what it is to be human.