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And in that moment, everybody in the theater let out a huge sigh of relief as they realized what had just happened; for the first time in forever there was no forced romance between the protagonists in an action movie. 
The heavens finally answered the prayers of the people. 

they don’t kiss because what makes them compatible isn’t their bodies or their sexuality — it’s their minds. The movie doesn’t need to de-sexualize them, or cast “unattractive” actors to make this point; they both notice each other, smile at each other, it’s clear there’s a physical attraction, but that’s not what really grounds their individual relationship. 

It’s their minds. Their drift compatibility. So they touch foreheads. They touch the parts of their bodies that brought them together.

I have nothing against sex in films. But if your action heroes leap into bed together, you’re saying that’s what they have in common, that it’s their bodies, their attraction to one another that joins them. You imply their relationship will build from there — and it rarely does, so most times that’s incongruous.

Not here. Here, it’s a meeting of the minds.

Pacific fucking Rim for the motherfucking win.