And there he is, @luxshine. It took a while, but I did it 😁
And I hope this simple gift makes you happy !!!!
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Creating the Ram Clones video wasn't an easy task.
I got stuck in the creative process.
I struggled with a lack of ideas, physical, financial, and mental problems…
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And I couldn't fit the Ram clones into the Janatha Garage like I did with the Bheem clones.
The Garage is a space that flows naturally for Anand and his brothers, but for the Rams…
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And the Ram clones have a whole subplot in the story !
All the sense of déjà vu they must have felt throughout their lives…
The triggers, awakening fears they can't quite pinpoint where they come from…
Not to mention all the torment that "the sleeping project" must have caused each of them !
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It wasn't an easy creation, but I loved the result !
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But when I realized that the "perfect song" was smaller than the number of separate videos for the film,
I indulged in the most "unprofessional" sound editing in music history.
And I hope I didn't offend any Infected Mushroom fans with my editing.
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I don't think I have anything else to say except:
I hope you like it !!!!
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E aí está ele @luxshine, demorou, mas eu consegui 😁
E eu espero que mais esse singelo presente a faça feliz !!!!
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Construir o vídeo dos Clones do Ram não foi uma tarefa fácil.
Eu travei no processo de criação.
Lutei contra a falta de ideias, problemas físicos, financeiros, mentais…
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E não dava para colocar os clones do Ram dentro da Janatha Garage como eu fiz com os clones do Bheem.
A Garagem é um espaço que flui naturalmente para o Anand e seus irmãos, mas para os Rams…
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E os clones do Ram possuem toda uma subtrama na história !
Toda a sensação de déjà vu que eles devem ter sentido ao longo da vida…
Os gatilhos, despertando medos de que eles não sabem dizer de onde vem…
Isso sem falar de todo o tormento que “o projeto dorminhoco” deve ter causado a cada um deles !
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Não foi uma criação fácil, mas eu amei o resultado !
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Mas quando eu percebi que a “música perfeita”, era menor que a quantidade de vídeos separados para o filme.
Eu me entreguei a edição de som mais “não profissional” da história das músicas.
E espero não ter ofendido a nenhum fã de Infected Mushroom com a minha edição.
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Acredito que não tenha mais nada a dizer, a não ser:
Espero que gostem !!!!
In return, they call him anna (except for Peddayya, I believe, who's obviously the eldest out of all of them, but I'd need to rewatch the whole movie to be sure he doesn't also call him that and I don't have time for that rn)
It is entirely possible that Bheem hasn't had anyone to call anna since he became the Gond's protector
Like... Even with people clearly older than him (like Jangu and Lacchu) he is the "older brother". It's his responsibility to take care of them. They look up to him
How isolating must that be, to always be the one who needs to hold the answers, to take care of everyone?
No wonder he meets Ram and calls him bhaiya/anna literally every single fucking sentence. He's so fucking starved for someone to look up to. Someone to take care of him. Someone who doesn't see him as the protector and is willing to take the lead every once in a while
...And then Ram betrays him instead of protecting him
do you think he ever got to ask this of anyone else since he became the protector? I remember him being vulnerable enough to ask if they'd find Malli to Peddayya, but when Lacchu was found by Ram, when Peddayya lost his doubts, when they had to come up with a plan to get inside the house, it was always Bheem on command making the choices and listening to their worries. It was never the other way around. Bheem never got to ask anyone "tell me what to do next". He was the one supposed to be in charge. It all fell to him. Raju just may be the first person he had the chance to ask to take the load off his shoulders. And who'd take it, too
and see. Okay so this scene is important to establish how much Bheem trusted him from the get-go, but also, let's be serious for a moment: we the audience know Ram is a police officer and strong enough to fight a mob and win, and Bheem knows Ram can do pullups like nobody's business, but without the knowledge the audience has, what could Bheem reasonably expect Ram to be able to do to help them? And he has already said he didn't want to risk his life, so I'm pretty sure asking him to participate in the mission is off the table. What "help" could he want from Ram, other than just being someone he can ask when he's in doubt, someone who can be on equal footing with him instead of looking up to him?
Just how fucking starved was him of someone who could be his protector for once?
Starved enough to call him bhaiya/anna every five seconds?
WHO ALLOWED HIM TO BE THIS CUTE????? LIKE???? THOUSANDS DEAD MILLIONS INJURED THE WORLD SHALL NEVER RECOVER I AM PERSONALLY DEVASTED AFFRONTED INSULTED WTF
ram spent his entire life obsessed with pseudo-vengeance masked as the ambition to empower his people to revolt.
bheem shows him there is more to resistance than violence.
to solidify this new understanding he gives bheem the bullet. the bullet he wanted so badly to return to the man who took his father. who degraded his people. It's a callback to that repetitive motif of the value of a weapon vs. the value of a man. In more ways than one.
ram's dharma was never to kill scott. that was a responsibility a child took upon in the glorification of his father. a samskara. his true path was to find a way to rid his people of their oppressors. something too complex to be driven by one hero (rajamouli using two heroes in a masala film feels a little poignant.)
that kind of liberation has to come from a people. it requires him to rejoin those people as one of them, rather than their leader. ram pushes this boundary so far he ends up outside of them, an observer who feeds into the machine that oppresses them.
bheem shows him who his people are, who ram is. giving bheem that bullet is a reciprocation of the numerous gifts bheem gave him. renewed identity, a more straightforward path to his dharma, a sense of contentment realized by his understanding of the gita, and a real connection to his atman.
but it's more than a gift. it symbolizes ram's new understanding of himself and his path. it takes sacrifice to fight, but that sacrifice doesn't have to look like his father's. it can be deeper, and in a way, nobler, to let go of himself.
there are clear references to the ramayana all throughout rrr but if it's a retelling, it's a deconstructive one. ram is not the prince of ayodhya sent to kill a demon king. he's arjuna, letting go of his identity and the false narrative of control. bheem acts as his charioteer.
rrr talks about the value of a man over a hero. it's so incredibly subtle i think most fans miss it. it's also deeply layered under the obvious tropes of most masala hero movies. the juxtaposition is as sharp as a blade but blends into the narrative seamlessly.
this blazing hero is a bullet. propelled by a fire the refuses to be controlled. but the reality is, bullets don't facilitate freedom. at least not on their own. in the end, a man is the only one who can break himself of his chains.
The moment that breaks me the most in Jai Lava Kusa will always be this 👇
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Seeing that Jai was only confused with Lava because he looked relaxed and had a smile on his lips.
To then find out about his brothers' betrayal, discover that Lava was only helping him so he could leave soon, and that Kusa practically accepted being an accomplice in Jai's murder.
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The look of pain on his face, his eyes shining with unshed tears, tears that couldn't be shed, his stuttering even stronger, and his lips clamping together with every word…
The feral cat gator of a 13 year old freshly scarred Zuko being forcibly adopted by the foggy swamp tribe! Bonus points if they willfully ignore the fact he's a firebender and treat him as a very strange waterbender bending-wise
It was Earth Kingdom ships that drove the metal one onto the reefs, so when the little thing came crawling up through the marsh spitting and hissing and dressed in red, they knew it weren’t no earthbender. No matter how much mud it had tripped in, trying to find where the ground stopped sucking at its feet.
“Wow-ee,” said Old Earl, “that sure is one way of keepin’ off the ‘squito-chiggers.”
And they all watched from Big Earl’s porch, sitting or rocking, as them bugs came for the all-you-can-eat and ended up on the bar-b-que.
“Sure is some weird bending,” said Little Earl, who was taller than Big Earl, but when they'd been twelve and they’d wrestled for the title it hadn't been Little Earl who’d won.
The little thing looked maybe twelve, too. And he was little little. But he had that same look like he was going to shove someone’s face in the mud until they said otherwise, as he stood there all panting and dripping and just realizing they’d been watching him this whole time.
“It’s firebending,” the one-kid mud-wrestler said, as bugs kept pop-snapping into flames around him.
Old Earl cupped a hand over his ear, like he couldn’t hear. And he kept doing it, while the kid got louder and louder about that bending of his, but quieter and quieter about looking at them like they were his next bugs.
“Oh, firebending,” Old Earl said, nodding like he’d only just got it, when the kid had stomped straight up to his chair. “Right, right, Old Jane’s got fire-water-bending, too. Why don’t you take him to her, boys.”
“It’s not-- ugh,” shouted the kid, but maybe he only had the one volume. Certainly only had the one volume for stomping, even though stomping was what got a fellow’s shoes shoved down so deep in the mud they’d be seeing them again as mole-shrimp hats. Not that the kid had shoes. Neither did Earl, Earl, or Earl. ‘Cept for Fancy Earl, but he’d gone off to Ba-Singing-Se, to be fancy.
Anyway, Old Jane was the best at turning anything and everything into fire water, which was the kind of thing a fellow called his or her liquor when they wanted fancy folk to keep right on walking. Was really good for making shouty little firebrands take their naps, too, which let Old Jane get her glowing mitts all over that fresh burn of his. And the love-bites from the shark-wrasses that had probably been half the reason the kid had come a-shore all a-shouting in the first place.
“Nope,” diagnosed Old Jane, when the kid woke back up. “That’s just how he talks. Mother was a screamer-bird, I’d say.”
“You take that back about my mother,” screamed their screamer-bird, who had pretty good hearing for someone who’s ear had lost the same fight as his eye. Anyway, Old Jane had done the best she could about both, and nothing was on fire that shouldn’t be, and she had that extra quilt she’d been working on that needed a body under it
And the waves and the shark-wrasses had all the rest of the kid’s crew
So sure enough they set their little screamer-bird up with a nest and let him cry loud as he wanted.
Anyway, if there was one thing Earl Earl Earl and Jane knew, it was how to make a joke so good the other person didn’t even know it were a joke.
“Firebending,” their little fledgling shouted, and waved his arms around, like all that fire pointed at no one was going to get them startled off.
“A-yep,” nodded Old Earl. “That there is some fire-water-bending. Just like Old Jane.”
Old Jane wasn’t the kind of gal who showed off, but she wasn’t the kind who missed no cue, either. She swirled a lick o’ liquor out of her latest barrel and twirled it ‘round and straight into her mouth, and when she spit it out, it looked so much like the little bird’s breath-o’-fire that he didn’t even notice the spark rocks she kept on her fingers as jewelry. No one did, ‘til they’d seen the trick a few times.
The kid’s mouth hung open so low and so long, a moth-tick flew in. That was some kind of life lesson, that was. The swamp was good at sending those.
The Earth Kingdom sent troops a-stompin’ through, losing boots and scaring catigators out of their sunning spots left and right, askin’ all rumbly about those fires they’d spotted, and if anyone from that shipwreck had made it on shore, and talkin’ about how there’d be money in it for them if they made that last answer a “yes,” sounding like Fancy Earl and all his talk about commerce and living standards.
“Got a few parts of them ship people in the lagoon,” Big Earl said. “Probably still floatin’ if you want ‘em. But we better bring the shrimp-minnow nets, ‘cuase they’ll just slosh on through the turtle-sturgeon ones.”
“...No thank you,” the head stomper said, like sayin’ polite words made a fellow a polite man. He’d tracked those boots of his right up onto their porch without so much as a scuff on their mud rug. Even the kid had used the mud rug. “And the fire?”
“Oh,” said Little Earl, with a grin, “that was Old Jane.”
And she did her trick again, only less tricky, so they could see the spark rocks real good. “You boys want some fire water?” she offered. “It ain’t blinded no one who wasn’t already headed that way.”
They didn’t want any, which was grand, ‘cause she hadn’t really been offering.
When the last of them had gone stomping off back to the kind of land that let people stomp it, it took them two whole hours to lure out the catigators from under the porch. And their little screamer bird, too.
“...Why didn’t you turn me in?”
“What?” asked Old Earl, cupping his ear.
“Why—”
“What?”
“—didn’t—”
“WHAT?”
“—you—”
“Speak up, boy,” Old Earl said. “I never heard such a quiet child.”
EXTREMELY important addition, and in definitive answer:
Zuko is Quiet Zuko
The new catigator kitten is Loud Zuko because, much like Big and Little Earl, Zuko lost a fight to it and therefore rights to his name
[id of the image up there, it's the tags of the original post: #Three years later #Aang comes face to face with a firebender in the swamp #NO says the firebender #who has seen this particular vision Too Many Times and is Not Impressed that this time it can follow him home #Avatar the last Airbender #atla #Zuko #swamp benders 4 best benders #AU where Katara wants to murder Zuko not because he betrays them #but because he has fully committed to the fire-water-bender bit #and keeps trying to compare waterbending notes with her #Jet in Ba Sing Se: HE'S A FIREBENDER #Zuko with a totally straight face: I have spark rocks. End id.]
Muffinlance's tags: #Quiet Zuko: LOUDLY PROTESTS THE KITTEN'S VICTORY#Loud Zuko: mews incessantly from on top of his chest perfectly matching his cadence and also his grump-face#Old Jane: ...Yeah I'll drink to that#Quiet Zuko hates that kitten#(it sleeps on his bed every night)#(including after he's Fire Lord)#(the Royal Guards can always count on Loud Zuko to let them know when she's got an assassin by the shin)#(or when Quiet Zuko is trying to sneak out the window in his theatre mask again)#(without giving her her nightly belly rubs? She thinks NOT)
i maintain that until a good ways into ram and bheem actually talking, it still didn't occur to ram that bheem was there to save him. for all of the above and very nearly until bheem actuallyripss off the cell door, ram truly just assumed that bheem knew he was going to be executed and had come to say goodbye.
