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if the tech teacher doesn't know what linux is then he deserves whatever mayhem this middle schooler is going to inflict
I think I'd be less annoyed by the proliferation of "[movie] ending explained!" videos on YouTube if any of them actually explained anything. Like... this isn't an explanation. You're just describing what's happening on the screen, and half the time that description is wrong.
Can I use this as an excuse to talk about Knives Out? I’ve been dying to talk about Knives Out.
As a big fan of detective fiction, I really enjoyed Knives Out! As I was leaving the theater I was eager to talk about what an incredible move it was to make a detective movie where the detective sucks.
At which point everyone stared at me like I’d grown a second head.
The first thing I did when I got home was look up “knives out ending explained”, which as above explained nothing and just restated the events, looking for someone who had seen what I saw.
Video after video, article after article, I was slowly forced to accept that I had been watching a completely different movie than everyone else.
The movie I saw featured an obvious parody of the genius detective character, bumbling around the edges of a tense cat and mouse between two brilliant and incredibly manipulative people who were actively playing with genre tropes to fuck with him.
Let’s establish some facts about our murder victim.
Harlan Thromby is a wealthy eccentric who loves puzzles and games. He disdains his own wealth and openly despises his family for their contentment to leech off his fortune and do nothing with their lives. And he earned that fortune by being a WORLD FAMOUS AUTHOR OF MURDER MYSTERY NOVELS.
His last day was spent gathering his entire family to his estate, where he very loudly establishes motives for all of them to want him dead.
One of his first actions on screen is playing with a trick knife people!! The same knife he uses to fake his “suicide!” The same knife Ransom will later pull from the ring of knives which represent proximity to the center of the mystery! This is not hard to figure out people!!
The way his body is conveniently destroyed, the incredibly obvious flipping the go table, the fact that Ransom could not be more of a red herring if he was dressed like a swedish fish—
The fucking inane *donut metaphor,* god, even Benoit Blanc (his name is “Blessedly Blank” guys come on!) can tell he’s only seeing the edges of what’s happening here!
Can I tangent about his accent for just a second? It’s a very overt reference to Hercule Poirot, who used his comically thick Belgian accent to get people to underestimate him— meanwhile Benoit strides onto the scene already respected and deferred to. He’s not affecting a character to enable his investigation because he doesn’t have to. He’s just Like That. He is a thoroughly and intentionally comical character! He’s not the detective, he’s the Lucky Fool.
And don’t get me started on Marta! She’s the one using her accent to make people underestimate her. You’re presented with a character who claims to be biologically incapable of lying in a MURDER MYSTERY and you just took that at face value???
She’s established during the go scene as Harlan’s equal in intelligence— This is a brilliant, strategically minded woman, and that’s just objective text! But any time she’s around Benoit she’s a wide eyed innocent victim, incapable of recognizing the Thrombey’s very obvious moves against her.
Outside of her intelligence and her apparent allergy to dishonesty, we know almost nothing about her, and one of those things has to be a lie.
Here’s the actual ending of Knives Out explained!
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Harlan, sick of his wealth and his spiteful family, decides to fake his death. And because he is both theatrical and a monstrous asshole, he decides to use his “death” in order to stage a real murder mystery plot.
But he wants someone to play against, someone to match wits with, a Holmes to his Moriarty. And who else would he choose but Marta, the only person he respects?
He upsets the go board in order to swap the medicine with something harmless. He may have not even been aware Ransom switched them, it wouldn’t matter regardless.
Maybe he really goes through the whole “Oh I’ll kill myself to protect you” scene, or that may have been a complete fabrication, replacing a very tense conversation where he told Marta he was about to frame her for killing him, but if she outwitted him and escaped conviction, his fortune would be hers. The whole film is a game of go between them, with Ransom (black) and Benoit (white) representing their primary pieces.
The master stroke was Marta convincing Ransom that his attempted murder had succeeded. His actions to hide what he’d done were useful to Harlan for tying up the loose ends of his own disappearing act, but in the end they served Marta better when he became desperate enough to incriminate himself, and took the fall fully believing he was a murderer— an ironic reversal of the position he tried to put her in by switching the medicine!
When Marta stands on that balcony with the “my house, my rules” mug she’s not just a poor innocent girl who got rewarded by fate for her kindness, she’s the victor, having won this house fair and square in a contest that could have cost her everything. The Thrombey’s are beneath her, literally and figuratively.
When you recognize this deeper layer of the story it makes the themes of race and class a lot more powerful. Benoit’s paternalistic treatment of Marta is more palatable than the Thrombey’s, but he still underestimates her. Harlan’s cavalier cruelty towards his own children makes it clear they are what he made them, and echoes the actions of cruel men throughout history. And his respect for Marta as an intellectual equal doesn’t stop him from using her as a tool in his melodrama, directly knowingly putting her life at risk and telling her she can either die, or match him in cruelty and manipulation and receive the spoils.
Final note— anyone else think it was interesting that they saved the reveal on the invisible ink letter until the very end? Why not reveal the cheating earlier for more drama? Is it just kicking them while they’re down? Well, let’s look at that letter again, in light of the above, and while remembering Linda was Harlan’s favorite.
My heart,
It’s time to cut the dead wood.
He’s cheating on you. I have proof. I know you don’t need to see. Untether yourself. It’s time.
Dad
Oh I almost forgot my favorite fucking part.
I thought I was just insane, but then Glass Onion came out and was LITERALLY ABOUT NOT NOTICING WHAT IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU.
Someone was salty nobody got what they were going for lmao.
I get it, Knives Out writer. I get it.
Thought of another thing— well, two things, but the first is just that Benoit Blanc and Agent Dale Cooper Twin Peaks are the same type of guy.
The second thing is that Knives Out is packed end to end with detective fiction references, and there is no detective more famous than Sherlock Holmes, yet there aren’t any direct nods to it.
As those of you who were having a Bad Time around 2010-2017 might be aware, Arthur Conan Doyle eventually got tired of writing Sherlock and, annoyed by fans demanding more, decided to kill the character off. The incredible backlash to this decision led him to write a further story in which it’s revealed Sherlock faked his own death.
Making Harlan faking his death because he’s tired of writing detective novels a fantastic grand finale reference.
I don’t see myself as being particularly computer-y, but I’m now realizing that that’s only because to pull the things off that I pull off, I need to be surrounded by guys that are 100x even more computer-y than me
meanwhile most people in my real life don’t know how to make a folder in windows
and I’m sitting here like “ah, no. i’m not a tech guy. i only know one programming language and sometimes it takes me a second to run something from the command line”
“i don’t use linux on my main device; it’s only on one of my virtual machines, and even then, it’s just a debian-based distro. i’m not a hardcore geek”
guy next to me: “what the fuck is a zip file”
i’d never seen the follow up this is 1000x funnier
a perfect world where people go to play minigolf and say to each other "so. if this is minigolf, then whats golf?" and no one knows because golf hasnt existed for hundreds of years by that point
They reinvent golf from minigolf and what they come up with involves rolling beach balls through a theme park
fake relationship but its a king and his concubine that was once an amazing soldier but he couldn’t go up the ranks for whatever reason so the king was like listen. hear me out. you can be my strategy dude. u just gotta be okay w walking around shirtless a lot. and soldier dude is like man that’s an UPSIDE and yknow they end up falling in love
some idiot advisor: I can’t believe his majesty lets his boytoy attend these council meetings, it’s an insult to the noble institutions that uphold our nation, it’s an outrage—
a somewhat smarter advisor: you’re just mad bc he pointed out how dumb your naval attack strategy and no one laughed when you made a mean joke about him
Boytoy has gone from a top fighter who was well respected but in constant danger to wearing silks and eating grapes on daises. That fucked up rotator cuff was the best thing to ever happen to him
Bonus points: at least half the other concubines are experts in assorted fields, the monarch brings them to relevant meetings to both play up a reputation for frivolity, and make sure at least one person there doesn’t have an outside agenda.
my harem?
did you mean: my chief strategic advisors
The kingdom is an absolute monarchy but the harem has become a secret meritocracy. The nobles and official advisors kind of side-eye His Majesty because wow some of these consorts must have like…really good personalities. Kings of the past have had their own specific tastes of course; size, shape, age, color, et cetera. More than one ruler has interviewed consorts feet first and Ardwin the Adventurous’s obsession - God rest him - with snuffling armpits like a sow rooting for mushrooms is well known despite never being alluded to in polite company.
The worst part of it is that the new king takes at least part of his harem with him everywhere and it’s so embarrassing. The Counselors of War have never once met with His Divine Majesty without that hulking battle-scarred consort interrupting with muttered growls or scornful snorts. And the Ministers of Finance all flinch at the sight of that fox-faced one, rumored to have been rescued from the gallows because His Augustness took a fancy to his eyes or some such nonsense. General petition days are even worse, with practically the entire harem drifting in and out of the Grand Hall in turns, insouciant and smug like granary cats who know they’ve been given full run of the courtyards and barns.
It’s absolutely infuriating that the kingdom has never before known such a period of peace and prosperity under this ridiculous monarch.
It has not yet occurred to anyone that, perhaps, his highness has a competence kink.
It will, eventually, and at least a few people are going to be embarrassed it didn’t occur to them sooner.
“Well, you won’t be catching the king’s eye,” becomes an entirely different sort of insult than foreigners tend to assume.
Well, fuck me sideways. Connections have been made.
My girlfriend has this specific gesture she does sometimes, a very particular way of turning her wrist around and locking her fingers in one specific grip. Fast or slow, the angle of her wrist and the rhythm of the movement are always exactly the same, and at this point I've learned to recognize the motion well enough that she could do it with her back towards me and I know she's doing it.
The first time I saw her do it I thought she was putting something into her pocket, but once I noticed her making it more often I started making connections. I saw her doing it unconsciously when some situation in the house is getting tense - not during the casual sparring arguments with my other housemates, but the serious fights where shit is about to actually get fucking real - and I figured that it's a nervous thing, she doesn't like where this is going and it's scaring her. So that became my cue that it's time to back down.
I don't know when she noticed that I noticed her doing it. We've never talked about it, but at some point she started doing it on purpose, as her way of telling me that I should stop causing problems. Rotating her hand slowly means she's seeing a problem brewing and it's better that I watch myself before I start escalating it, and a quick flick and snap means whatever I was just about to say or do, I should cut that shit out right this fucking second. It works for some reason, so I've respected that.
My girlfriend does some volunteering favors for the neighbors here sometimes. Today she asked if I wanted to come along to walk this one old couple's dog, and I was feeling up for it so I went along. My father was terrified of dogs so I'm not familiar with them, but her family has always had them.
So we were walking, talking about something else, enjoying the nice weather for once, when my girlfriend saw another dog walker approaching. I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, but the other dog walker started pulling the dog back with this roller leash thing whatever the fuck they're called. And then the old couples' dog started growling.
With the familiarity of someone who's been handling dogs all her life my girlfriend grabbed the little fucker's leash, wrapping it around the width of her palm and gripping it to pull the dog closer a second before it could bolt to attack. A move she's probably done countless times in her life, that she could do in her sleep, by instinct, without ever even thinking about it. A gesture I've learned to fucking spot from across the room from the corner of my eye. That exact same fucking twirl and grip. I have no idea if she noticed me noticing it or making the connection.
She's fucking learned to pull my fucking leash back when I'm about to start shit.
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Me, with tears in my eyes: Claudio desderi's singing positions aren't real and can't hurt you
Claudio Desderi:
I still think that my favorite urban legend/folklore fact is that there are certain areas in New Orleans where you cannot get a taxi late at night not because it isn’t safe, but because taxi companies have had recurring problems of picking up ghosts in those areas who are not aware that they are dead and disappearing from the cab before reaching the destination and therefore stiffing the driver on the fare causing a loss for the company.
An occupational hazard of cab driving I had not previously considered
I love that the nola problem here is not “ghosts in my taxi cab,” but “ghosts are FUCKING BROKE DEAD BASTARDS & I GOT BILLS”
Horror is when ghosts get into cabs and scare drivers Magical realism is when cab companies have to develop policies to prevent ghastly fare-theft
In a book about the tsunami in Japan in 2011, the writer talked about how there was a huge increase in reports of ghostly activity. Apparently in Japan treating ghosts rudely is basically considered the stupidest thing you could possibly do. For months after the tsunami, taxi drivers would pick up a passenger only to have them give an address in one of the devastated areas. The cab driver often looked up halfway to the destination to find their fare had disappeared. Not wanting to be impolite to the person (even if they were dead) they’d drive to the address, open the door to let them out, then drive away.
Czechs in question:
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btw dodneška těm schodům na Svinově říkáme bazén
SON OF SUN AND KNIGHT OF NIGHT (2016) directed by Zack Snyder | written by Chris Terrio & David S. Goyer ››› Ben Affleck as Bruce Wayne / The Batman ››› Henry Cavill as Clark Kent / Superman
the layers to this diss just get me sometime. the layers!!
Bruce is straight up calling Superman a freak, on the record, to a Metropolis reporter. Metropolis, AKA Superman’s city.
And not just a freak! A freak dressed like a clown
He’s also clearly calling Superman a clown
He’s also drawing the obvious connection between Gotham’s most famous freakish clown (Joker) and Superman BUT
He’s also implying that Gotham City has a particular aversion to freakish clowns, i.e., also implying (since Metropolis is mentioned right before this) that Metropolis doesn’t, or at least doesn’t take them as seriously as they should
IN OTHER WORDS, not only do you, Clark Kent of Metropolis stan a hero who 1) dresses like a clown 2) is a freak 3) reminds me of Joker, your whimp-ass little town doesn’t even know what it’s talking about when it comes to freaks dressed like clowns
GOTHAM KNOWS CLOWNS WHEN IT SEES THEM
Superman is a clown, according to Bruce Wayne, one of the most famous Gothamites of all time
AND HE IS SAYING THIS DIRECTLY TO SUPERMAN’S FACE
HE IS CALLING SUPERMAN A WEAK ASS KNOCKOFF FREAK CLOWN THAT WISHES IT WAS AS BAD AS JOKER DIRECTLY TO SUPERMAN’S FACE
Trend i’m noticing looking for books with my little sister
Cannot forget my absolute favorite category of book
Another fantasy trope story:
A story where a prominent prophesy very clearly states that this specific important thing Must Be Done by the firstborn of one specific guy. So three young heroes head out to fix this: This Guy's official firstborn heir, his bastard he didn't even know about before getting married, and his unofficially adopted orphan kid who just started living with him at some point, who is the oldest of the three so technically speaking is still the one who was born first. And all three must go because while the meaning of the prophesy itself is very clear, it's an utter mystery to everyone which one of them counts as their father's firstborn.
“Three brothers” story-telling device implicates it’s going to be whichever of them attempts to accomplish The Thing last.
Modern gloss implicates that all three have to Work Together to accomplish the thing because each one has some gift or strength which complements the other two, and the Villain is completely pissed off because they never anticipated "three first-borns."
what happened to hello. what happened to good morning.
something i've noticed that has become really annoying in the past 10 years or so is this fad of what i've been calling, for lack of a better word, "structural whataboutism." it's that thing where, when faced with a concrete, resolvable problem in your community, your answer is to blame it on a vast, unsolvable issue of structural inequality and then throw up your hands. "there's trash all over the ground in this corner of the park" becomes "well, that's where MEN OF COLOR congregate after their 12-HOUR GRAVEYARD SHIFTS and i'm not going to support a CARCERAL SOLUTION to a CAPITALISTIC PROBLEM. WE NEED TO ELIMINATE POVERTY AND THE SUBJUGATION OF THE WORKING CLASS" and it's like okay but sis. someone still has to go pick up the trash. we don't need a carceral solution, we need more trash cans. you're not going to eliminate poverty and the subjugation of the working class and even if ya did, there would still be trash on the ground. how any of this passes for radicalism within their peer groups i simply don't understand. it's radical laziness more than anything else
I was on a canoe trip once with a river biologist who worked for the county. After we found and removed a car tire, she started talking about the annual river cleanup her department organized. From a water quality or ecological standpoint, removing shopping carts, car tires, and other macro trash from the river really wasn't that important, she said. The real threat to the river was industrial and agricultural runoff.
"But!" she said:
People who see a clean, trash-free river are more likely support laws to curb more harmful "systemic" forms of pollution. People who participate in river cleanups take pride in their work--their river!--and become evangelists for protecting it.
Immediate action leads to systemic awareness, which leads to systemic change.
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