Beauty and the Beast (1987) with Ron Perlman as Vincent and Linda Hamilton as Catherine Chandler.
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Beauty and the Beast (1987) with Ron Perlman as Vincent and Linda Hamilton as Catherine Chandler.
Once you put your hand in the flame / You can never be the same There’s a certain satisfaction / In a little bit of pain
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"Don't be sad, love," Thomas murmured into Richard's ear, "This too shall pass."
"Easy for you to say," Richard said dourly.
"Can I help it if Lancashire beat Yorkshire at the cricket?" Thomas said, gently. "By 6 wickets and 260 runs? With a day left to play? Breaking all records in county cricket? With individual records broken by Crawley and Courtenay—"
"All right, you don't have to rub it in," Richard said reproachfully. He smiled. "But as the nearest Lancastrian representative, and a nurse, I think it's your duty to make amends for my wounded Yorkist ego, and to soothe my bruised Yorkist heart. It's the rule."
"That's the rule, is it indeed?" Thomas said softly, nuzzling deliciously into the fine hair at the nape of Richard's neck; he shivered, felt heat rise. "Well, I wouldn't want to break any rules, now, would I?"
Thomas turned Richard in his arms, and began the slow and thorough process of making Richard forget all about his recent grievous sadness.
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When people say "critical thinking" they actually just mean normal thinking and if you actually think critically about something they'll get mad and say something like "it's not that deep".
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Charlie Bucket was a final girl
Mad Max told a story about sexual violence and survivorship without relying on rape scenes to impress upon the audience how *serious* things were.
instead of watching the abuse on screen, we hear about it through the interactions between the wives. they tell us what happened, and in that way they take control of their own narrative.
rather than being voyeurs witnessing the wives’ trauma played out onscreen, we were an audience listening to their story.
and that makes a world of difference.
THIS THIS THIS.
So instead of showcasing the specific treatment we were told of it, which is the contrary philosophy of most filmmaking (show, don’t tell)
or they made the decision to not sensationalize and fetishize the rape and brutalization of women. and in doing so spared the feelings of thousands of trauma survivors in their audience.
but whatever, film theory 101.
“Show don’t tell” is for FUCKING AMATEURS.
This statement:
“So instead of showcasing the specific treatment we were told of it, which is the contrary philosophy of most filmmaking (show, don’t tell)”
demonstrates a fundamental misunderstanding of the idea behind “show, don’t tell.” I would argue that Mad Max: Fury Road DOES show us how the Wives were treated by Immortan Joe. However, it chooses not to do so in the obvious way (which would be showing the abuse), but rather by showing us in other ways.
We’re shown the message the Wives leave behind: “We are not things,” from which we can infer that’s exactly how they’ve been treated for God knows how long.
We’re shown that they wear flimsy white fabric that leaves their bodies on display, unlike pretty much everybody else in the film.
We’re shown them using boltcutters to rid themselves of chastity belts, devices which pretty much exist solely to remove a woman’s ability to choose her sexual partners.
We’re shown rage from the Dag when, even though time is of the essence, she takes the time to run back and kick one of the discarded belts as hard as she can before running back to join the others at the War Rig.
We’re shown Angharad using her pregnant body to shield Max and Furiosa from Immortan Joe, because she knows beyond a shadow of a doubt he won’t shoot her or her unborn child because he still views her as his property.
We hear Furiosa’s “Remember me?” before she kills Joe, and there’s so much fury and anger in those two words that you know she was a Wife before she was an Imperator.
We ARE shown what happened to the Wives. The issue lies in thinking that the only way to show that they were abused is to show the abuse itself. And as MM:FR demonstrates, that isn’t the case.
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I hate that the "x reader" or "x Y/N" style of fanfic has become sooooo popular, partially because it's just not for me and partially because they clog general non-fic related tags and those authors seem allergic to the "read more" function on this website, but ALSO because I believe that you should have to go through the trouble of creating an absolutely batshit self-insert character, with a backstory that makes no sense and a name that doesn't really gel with the aesthetics of the universe. Legolas and Aragorn should be in a love triangle with Kylie, the angsty sixteen year old half-human half-elf and inexplicable tenth member of the Fellowship. Do the WORK. If everyone was doing "Y/N" nonsense back in the day, there would be no Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way, or probably Bella Swan. These are important women. They deserve to be named, confusingly and with no regard for the fictional world they inhabit.
This is a hymn to me. I wish I could kiss you on the lips L Black. I'm sending you my warmest regards across the aether.
every single person you know has something in their life and past that is probably worth collapsing to the ground in an uncontrollably sobbing heap over, so be nice to each other and tell good jokes