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you sure are cruel for someone with so much love
karma came in the shape of a former friend that I no longer talk to. on bad days she’d occupy my mind 24/7, her actions (and inactions) rewinded over and over again like a broken VHS–in dreams, in passing–like a bitter reminder that this is forever an open wound, scalding and gaping and tearing me apart like how my uterus tries to kill me every single month. of seeing her name at the bottom of my DM’s, like that piece of item I should’ve thrown out since last year but never had the heart to. this is suffocating, like a vine that grows and grows to entangle my limbs, my neck, threatening to snap me to pieces.
karma came in the shape of alienation. of being present, invited, but never truly accepted. “I love you, but you’re not really my favorite.” invited just because–my absence will postpone neither their plan nor their life. of having so much love (this heart threatens to burst) while running out of anyone to give it to. “sorry, I thought you wouldn’t be bothered to come.” of constantly having to apologize for existing in your life. of thinking, presumptuously, that I know someone the best, and realizing one day that I know nothing about them.
karma came in the shape of yearning to be the sunshine. instead, i am the weak drizzle everybody complains about–what an inconvenience, is what i often see in their eyes, i don’t wanna bother with this. people will say rain will bring flowers, but for a city made of blocks of concrete, what i am is a nuisance.
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With three movies to compare between, I really appreciate how each Knives Out movie explores justice from a different thematic angle, not based on the murder that was committed but based on the cruelty that led to that murder.
In Knives Out, a compassionate, ethical young woman treats everyone around her with generosity, and the people around her repeatedly try to take advantage of her kindness to force her into losing the fortune that was gifted to her by a dear friend. There, justice means that she keeps the fortune and decides that actually, she doesn't have to be kind and giving to people who've proven themselves assholes.
In Glass Onion, a woman loses her sister to a gang of wealthy, successful people who've sacrificed their principles for the sake of ambition and ego. There, justice means that everyone involved will be made notorious: whatever their other accomplishments, they will forever be known for being complicit in the burning of the most famous painting in history.
In Wake Up Dead Man, the church takes advantage of a young girl's loyalty and faith to place her under a lifelong burden and fill her with guilt, shame, and hatred. Justice means helping her understand what was done to her and the women around her, and giving her compassion so she can find peace.
This is cool because it means the movies contradict each other! The compassionate justice of Wake Up Dead Man would be totally misplaced in Knives Out, and so would the toppling-monuments justice of Glass Onion. And because each movie has something different to say, they all stand on their own and feel fresh.
This is also why Benoit Blanc is the uniting figure but never the protagonist of these movies. He's an agent of legal justice in that he's the detective and it's his job to figure out whodunnit, but the protagonist -- Marta, Helen, and now Jud -- is always the character who delivers thematic justice.
maomao is my favorite "not like other girls" style protagonist bc for one shes a girls girl through and through. to the bone. and two she's just a weird little freak. absolute lunatic. they have the whole "omg she's actually beautiful and everyone falls for her when she's all made up" trope but the punchline is that she does not fucking want to look like that. she actively puts dirt on her face every day bc she does not want to be perceived as attractive (mostly out of fear of being used for sex work though at the same time she has the utmost respect for women who do sex work like she grew up in a brothel those are her sisters). she's Sherlock level smart and solves every mystery so fast but goes "well thats none of my business. anyway back to testing poisons on myself" she has the 2nd most powerful guy in the nation head over heels in love with her and is like "man this guy is weird around me what's his deal. I guess he's fine though because he gives me rare medicines and has no dick" fucking ICON i love her. also she once slapped someone so hard they fell on the floor. 10/10
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