So, in the CotBP we have this scene where Jack finally can kill Barbossa & the gang and he's like "James, let's kill them together". And ah it's so romantic cause this is very Big Day for Jack Sparrow and this is Jack's revenge on Barbossa but ohh Jack wants to share this moment with his favourite man. And he lets James to hurt Barbossa and other betrayers. And they share hatred for them. And they're sitting in this damn cute boat and are scheming together. And it's so beautiful. What's more beautiful? Right? What's more...
You know what? The fucking early script πππ
This scene was longer:
"The chart I drew up will get you past the reefs" π₯Ή "You'll be free to blow holy high heaven the whole lot of them" π₯Ή
And look at this:
James and his "You would do that?" π₯Ή And oh my gosh Jack sharing his personal story with him, telling him "They all hurt me, they hurt my mind, they wanted me to die in agony. You feel my pain?". I'm not well, I'm not well π
Also:
The plan was: Barbossa ambushed, Jamie safe. Look at him, look at this fear. "Oopsie daisies, it's not what... FUCK. Norrie!!! Oh no, my Norrie".
Nothing more painful than when a kind stranger tells you about some random AI feature in a way that is clearly meant to be helpful and you have to choose between nodding along in despair or turning wokezilla 3000 on them
Twice, Ryland Grace is faced with the same pivotal decision: to save himself, or to save an entire planet.
The first time:
He is surrounded by white (bravery) and is wearing yellow (cowardice)
The world is telling him to be brave, but he canβt, not yet, because he is a coward.
He has lost his identity and autonomy
The decision is already made (he must die)
He is all alone (he doesnβt have the bravery gene)
The second time:
He is surrounded by yellow (cowardice) and is wearing white (bravery)
He is in the middle of his namesake: a field of rye. The field is the yellow of cowardice; that is who he was, but he canβt be that, not anymore, because he is brave.
You know who you are. Youβll do great.
The decision is already made (Rocky must live)
Rockyβs ball is beside him (he has found someone to be brave for)
the scientists from pacific rim are crazy because u see people shipping them and watch the movie and go "ok two guys who share a lab and bicker a lot but ultimately come together in the end sure makes sense" and then u find out that they wrote letters to each other for years before meeting and when they did finally see each other in person it went so horribly that they never saw each other again until they both started working at the same place where one files complaints agaisnt the other so often that their work just ignores it and newt has musician parents and likes manga and has borderline manic personality and plays the keyboard and hermann is estranged from his dad because they take opposite stances on the war and he also has a pregnant wife who is a model and he distances himself from emotions with math and both of these guys are german and u think this is all fanon stuff but no it's all true it just wasn't in the movie like ok
btw iβve never seen pacific rim but i had a dream last night that there was a new pacific rim movie and the kaiju and the big robots were fighting and there were all these gratuitous shots of them stepping directly on cybertrucks with the drivers still inside them and in an interview guillermo del toro said that those were his favorite shots in the entire movie
pacific rim fucks severely for a lot of reasons but my favorite is that it opens with "the lizard aliens are unionizing so we built robots running on the power of love to fight them you got all that right" and before you have time to really process that concept bam gunshot body on the floor and the movie goes "now consider the vast power of grief in this setup" it never really stops considering
I gave them the rest of class to work on their assignment and ask questions. Naturally, some of them would rather goof off. As we speak, the kid who asked the question is fashioning some kind of figure out of modelling clay. Clay seems to be very 'in' right now. I'm lucky I'm not the one who has to clean it off the desks.
I resist the urge to reach under my sleeve and rub my arm. The skin still pinches and pulls uncomfortably sometimes, even all these years later. I started washing with cold water years ago because it's so sensitive to heat. Makes me feel like I should be drinking a kale smoothie and teaching yoga.
I roll my chair over to the keyboard and play: "well, a long time ago, I was exposed to your atmosphere." I make sure to add just the right touch of good-natured annoyance. They should really be working, but I just can't turn down a good biology question.
That gets their attention. If Eridians could gasp, I'm assuming this would be a gasping type scenario. Leiaβwho asked the questionβputs down their modelling clay. A few kids sway their carapaces. I've clearly got their attention.
"You've already been through the basics of human biology before you got here, yes? I key.
"I forgot," chimes a kid near the front with a green-hued carapace. I call them 'Oscar.' Creative, I know.
I fight the urge to roll my eyes. I've never known any Eridian to forget anything.
"Alright," I key in, accepting defeat. There's no way they'll let this go now. "Can anyone tell me what temperature my biosphere is kept at?"
"22β!" a kid near the back chimes. In Eridian units, of course.
I point to them. My suspicion that they've been pestering my life support team has been proven correct, but we don't have time to get into that today.
There's a bit of shuffling. I guess a lot of them didn't realize just how cold my biosphere is. xenonite really is amazing stuff.
"Now, the human body is pretty great at maintaining internal temperature. when it's too hot, we sweat. when it's too cold, we shiver." massive oversimplification. We haven't gotten to the circulatory system yet. We're supposed to be studying earthβheh, Eridβscience right now, for Pete's sake. (turns out kids everywhere love learning about volcanoes).
"Why didn't skin protect you question?
Right. Why wouldn't my kids would do the Eridian equivalent of anthropomorphizing me? It's a logical fallacy we both have in common. You are a thinking creature like me, ergo we must be just alike.
I stretch my fingers before keying: "because my skin is mostly living tissue. Individual cells aren't so good at regulating direct contact to high temperatures." might as well get it all out of the way now. "Besides, your atmosphere is highly corrosive to me."
There's a long silence. Two littler kids near the front hunker down and pull their arms up around them. There's some anxious chirping near the back. Their writing pads are entirely forgotten. Oh boy.
I try to approximate a consoling tone with the modulation tools available to me. Even after all these years, tone is difficult to grasp in the Eridians' beautiful, complex musical language.
It's occurred to me that I'm sort of like their equivalent of Stephen Hawking.
"It's alright," I quickly key. "There was medicine aboard my ship to help me heal and stop the pain."
This doesn't seem to help. The kids are still upset, and now they know it hurt.
"How did this happen question?"
"Did your habitat fail question?" Another kid asks. This sends a melodic, anxious hum through the whole class.
I sigh and wheel my chair over to my blackboard. It's not really a blackboard, of course--the kids wouldn't be able to see chalk smeared over slate, but that's what I call it. It actually more like a etch-a-sketch. I can use a series of dials and joysticks to control a magnet, in order to manipulate iron filings to create drawings my kids can actually see. It took some practice at first, but I'm pretty good at it now.
It takes me the better part of the class period to recount the story of the dangerous tailspin the Hail Mary experienced over Adrian. Side note: class periods where a whole issue when I first decided to resume teaching on Erid. The science cluster wanted five hour classes. I said 'absolutely not,' and managed to haggle them down to an hour and a half. A short class by all accounts for an alien with a crystal brain, but for me and my mushy bowl of salt and potassium it's more than enough.
"Teacher Grace is a hero," Oscar says quietly. The whole class is quiet. I guess it never really occurred to them before. It's been long enough that these kids were only infants when the Hail Mary came to Erid. To them, I'm probably just their kooky alien teacher. They never thought too long about how I actually got here.
They don't even remember astrophage, I think wonderingly.
That thought is what makes me stop. A strange feeling is growing in my chest. Grief? No, I'm happy. I'm happy they never had to go through that gut-wrenching, existential fear. But there's a bittersweet tinge to it, something I can't quite name. I blink rapidly. There's a burr in my throat.
"You save all of us." It's Leia. The kid with the modelling clay, the one who first asked the question about my arm. Their voice is solemn.
"Yeah. Well." I clear my throat, blinking my eyes clear. "You can thank this old man by working on your volcano assignment for the rest of the class. Quietly."
Finally, they get back to work. I turn away to wipe my eyes.
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