There is a moment in Hellboy II: The Golden Army where the titular hero—a red, cigar-chomping demon filed down to human size—stands in the middle of a hallway, dejected. He has just had a drunken sing-along with a fish-man, his relationship is crumbling, and the world he saves daily refuses to accept him. It is a moment of pure, unadulterated melancholy.
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