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trying on a metaphor

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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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@matrophobia
this can fit too many of my favourites <3
everymorning: i think im about to die. i think im going to die. im actually going to die. this is it. im going to die. im going to die immediately.
every single night: lock in. OK. Lock In. Change your Life. I love you. Lock in. This is going to be big. I’m going to change the world. Ready? I love you. Lock in. I have an idea. Lock in.
Lake Mungo, Joel Anderson
LAKE MUNGO (2008)
Lake Mungo (Joel Anderson, 2008).
im still thinking about the substance because yes it is about the beauty standards women face, but i think it could also b interpreted as a metaphor for mother daughter relationships. sue is literally made from her. the huge scar on her back. the scene where elisabeth is watching the interview and screaming abt how sues beauty secret is her and she gets it from her. like yes in a very literal sense she gets it from her but also she came from elisabeth, she gets it from her, she gets it from her!!!! the growing resentment between BOTH of them. elisabeth for sue doing all the things she feels she cant at her age, taking the opportunities that were once presented to her. sue for holding her back, for constantly having to come back, for being old. remember you are one because yes you are the same person but also this is your mom and htis is your daughter and this is your future and this is your past. am i reading too much into this probably idk but damn. this movie fucks
Links for the previously mentioned articles about Lake Mungo (2008):
Tyson Wils, Conjuring the real: ghosts, technology and landscape in Lake Mungo, 2016. (on my google drive for easy access)
Kevin Fisher, Denegation and the Undead in Lake Mungo, 2018.
Ande Thomas, The Hauntological in Lake Mungo, 2021.
I think you guys know why my mama didn't love me you just don't want to tell me
Alice kept secrets.
Lake Mungo (2008) dir. Joel Anderson
In this regard, although a man’s abusive behavior is often explained by labels such as bad, evil, and monster, male violence is still normalized to some extent within mainstream depictions of masculinities. For instance, when it becomes known that a father or stepfather has sexually abused his child, although a social outrage may be expressed toward the act, as a society, we often are not entirely surprised by the act itself. Yet when a mother or female caregiver commits acts of violence toward her daughter, we are left with no socially acknowledged place to put this behavior because maternal sexual abuse completely defies our logic concerning femininity and motherhood. To this end, a man is construed as bad or evil because he violated a criminal act; however, a woman is labeled bad or evil or explained as mad or victim because she violated the social constructions of her gender.
— “Mad, Bad, or Victim? Making Sense of Mother-Daughter Sexual Abuse” by Tracey Peter, published in Feminist Criminology 2006
- linda crockett, the deepest wound: how a journey to el salvador led to healing from mother-daughter incest
Félicité (1979) dir. Christine Pascal // Marnie (1964) dir. Alfred Hitchcock // Nosferatu (1922) dir. F.W Murnau // Sharp Objects (2006) Gillian Flynn
-Rosaria Champagne, The Politics of Survivorship: Incest, Women's Literature, and Feminist Theory
Frida Kahlo, from a letter wr. c. November 1933, featured in The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas
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