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i call this the headcanon chart. see my vision
elaboration
if I may:
Unpopular theatre opinion: intermissions are bad and I wish we could just have a 2.5 hour performance uninterrupted, like people manage perfectly well at movie theaters. It always just kills my emotional immersion. Set changes and costume changes valid, but the art form could adapt in other ways. Or making the intermission experience somehow also part of the performance? Just something more interesting and intentional than dumping people out into the lobby to buy m&ms.
I do like intermissions myself, with all the getting to chat with my companions about the show and releasing excitement and leg stretching and restroom breaks and all of that, but there are probably a fair number of musicals that don't need to conform to the 2 act + intermission format and might be better off without it.
I can't imagine Les Mis or Wicked without one (although Les Mis is abnormally long anyhow) given the sheer power and finality of Defying Gravity and One Day More, but I think many shows with subtler Act I finales could be done continuously without anyone batting an eye.
I also do think intermissions can be quite helpful in emphasizing time skips between the two acts, but shows without a time skip between the two acts could work well continuously.
And for what it's worth I have seen a handful of people argue that movies (at least the long ones) should have intermissions, but that is a whole other discussion.
the ACTORS need the break 😭😭 movies don't have intermissions because they aren't being performed live. theater is highly physical and even if it isn't like a high energy show they're still under blinding lights for hours and sweating to death. they need a break to breathe lmao
If you enjoy labor rights & union mandated breaks: yes, that ALWAYS INCLUDES ARTISTS. This should be obvious for live performance art.
What's wild is this feels like a spillover convo from kino/film buff social media.
Cinematically, the death of the intermission is largely due to the shift to both digital film formats, and to gapless reel to reel tech, coinciding with film length increases in the latter 20th century and onward (becoming increasingly popular beyond the old limited realms of religious/historical epic or theater adaptation). Which is why now, people have been pushed into recognizing the logistics of, "gee, actually, now that the limit is me, I DO need to pee more than I need to prioritize keeping the 'sanctity of art' on a pedestal" + post-pandemic-onset, people recognizing how uncomfortable it actually is to spend hours in one spot vs. watching films from home (to say nothing of disability access or continued pandemic precautions).
And this is one of those convos that's largely trending because Killers of the Flower Moon (which is at the moment a financial floppington flopiana for probably somewhat related reasons!) is a painful 3hrs 26min long with no potty breaks, and relentlessly depressing material. For those of us who grew up in the VHS dinosaur stone age, if you ever knew anybody with a box set of Ben Hur, which was about 6 VHSes long, a shelf full of videos, this is 6 minutes less than that— aka, 14 minutes less than The Ten Commandments, aka, about a half hour less than the absolutely brain numbing runtime of Gone With the Wind. It is five minutes LONGER than the excellent but sometimes interminable feeling Fiddler On the Roof. It is a full hour longer than Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, which somehow feels longer than Fiddler. And that's before you add on preview trailers.
So, of course, "film bros" are arguing adding a break in would be a "slippery slope to censorship" & artistic bastardization if you just ALLOW theaters or studios to make cuts in film or split showings (the studios do, in fact, already do this; producers & studios have more of a say in edits than directors & certainly more than actors do), and telling people to "just toughen up & learn to hold it" like 4 hours is not HALF OF A LEGAL WORK DAY & like people want to be unable to pee on their free time, recreationally. And of course, my fave, the most egregious— and boy, do I wish I was lying and this was NOT something I've already seen repeatedly on X, née Twitter: "the Osage have been through so much, you can sit through a movie for 3 hours." (??!)
Babes. I gotta tell y'all. UTIs and pelvic floor strain are not the Osage Nation agenda. And my family very specifically did not catch hell during the Reign of Terror for my bladder to be under a Scorcese dictatorship.
Anyway, TL;DR: people need to stop obsessing over treating performers and audiences like they're entitled to others' bodies to be automatons for their entertainment or artistic satisfaction & validation, and in the words of the great CW television network,
Leliana, from sister Nightingale to Divine Victoria ☀
I already have this idea for so long! Finally I can paint it You can get the print version in my INPRNT shop here
Housekeepers and Janitors Need Praise As Unsung but Very Much Important
Remember when the NRA told doctors to “stay in their lane” RE gun violence and #thisismylane trended as a result?
One of the tweets I saw was a surgeon who’d taken a picture of her OR, having just finished surgery on a young man who’d been shot. Blood. Everywhere.
This bloke retweeted her, mentioning that he worked as a cleaner in a hospital and had had to clean up stuff like this and worse.
Surgeon replied to him (and went up *greatly* in my estimation) and, despite living in different countries, thanked him for his hard work.
I can’t find the tweets sadly, but hers went something like;
“Without a clean and sterile operating room to work in, my team, our skills and the best medicines in the world are next to useless. You are doing invaluable work, without which my work would be impossible.”
WITHOUT PEOPLE DOING THE CLEANING, SOCIETY WOULD GRIND TO A HALT WITHIN DAYS
Every garbage workers’ strike shows it.
Give them the respect they damn well deserve.
I really do not care why men are lonely and hate women to cope. I’m lonely and u know what I do ? finger myself like a normal person . They have no excuse
And like mens mental health is not declining bc girls are mean to them online. Everyone’s mental health is declining bc this world as a whole is built around profit and sucks the life out of all our communities. We’re all in this shit hole together but men think if they can seize control over womens lives then everything will be okay. So to say women complaining about it online causes this is just honestly a sadistic joke and there’s something broken in your brain.
INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE | ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE
Foreshadowing 🕷
twitter: currently owned by techbro pissman
tumblr: actively removing functionality and bloating the interface with things nobody uses
discord: being retooled by ex-Meta management who don't understand the appeal of the platform
youtube: neutered by advertisers and algorithms and also tiktokification
reddit: half of the site is down due to protests about the outrageous monetization of third-party API support
facebook: my mom is on there
Penelope Featherington and the Quality of Friendship
If Penelope used her wit, even her cruel wit, but any wit, more, out loud in front of the ton, she would have suitors. Philippa found a suitor over cheese, for pity’s sake. “Lady Whistledown’s“ plant puns received praise from her sister’s suitor. Prudence is having trouble because she has neither wit nor wits, not because she is too mean (and they’re all sabotaged by their mother’s “cutting edge” fashion taste). The man Eloise danced with, whom she called out for trying to “not-like-other-girls" her, would probably have gone crazy for mean Penelope. If Penelope were as vocally, publicly mean as Cressida, she would either be in her group or smashing that group. (I am not saying that being mean in public would have been the best of Penelope's available choices, but it would be more honest and, ironically, do less damage.)
Her mother pays only the most cursory lip service to Penelope’s getting married and has probably already begun to think of her as the daughter who will stay with her through her old age. But if Penelope allowed herself to speak and let either her nice or sharp sides (or both) be seen by more people, there would be suitors.
Alas, then she would have to consider other possibilities besides her long-time crush (or love, look at it how you will), and that is what she is most afraid of doing. She cannot let go of the dream of Colin, and so she embraces Whistledown, at first perhaps as a one-time lark (she tries to get out of debuting, remember, but her ability to obtain content for her “blog,” her “great” life’s work, becomes intrinsically tied to being in society). This (possible) lark becomes an identity, perhaps her truest identity, one that allows her wicked thoughts a free rein. Yet Cressida Cowper, the person outside of her family who has the best claim to be Penelope's nemesis, is rarely seen in the Whistledown papers as far as the audience can divine, except for the occasional knock on her fashion choices (with bonus slut shaming). The one time that springs to mind is aimed at running a modiste out of business to curry favor with another modiste, Mme. Delacroix, all in order to eliminate a perceived threat to Whistledown and gain leverage over Delacroix to obtain her assistance with—you guessed it—errands for Whistledown.
Reynolds putting his hand on George’s shoulder in 1x04 while they were waiting for Charlotte is such an under discussed scene.
👏SO. 👏MUCH. 👏HAPPENED. 👏IN. 👏5.👏 SECONDS.👏
- He noticed George losing control. Because of course he did.
- He looked around to ensure no one was looking. Protecting his King’s privacy.
- He then made an incredibly weighed decision in reaching out to touch him. He had to wager that it would be received well by George. That it wouldn’t be seen. And that it would help at all.
He is, as Brimsley is to Charlotte, the closest, yet the farthest away.
They are not friends.
They can never be friends.
But Reynolds WAS George’s friend in that scene.
Okay so I haven’t seen this talked about but it nearly DESTROYED me so I must say something about it. The scene where Brimsley goes to Reynolds and tells him that Charlotte has written a letter to her brother and she thinks of leaving — that was when because of his love towards Reynolds, he was willing to break the RULES. He was willing to be insufficient in his duties “Shall I fail to deliver it?” He was ready to be unreliable, to do what he had sworn not to do — sabotage Charlotte on purpose. Reynolds wasn’t ready to do that. Brimsley would risk EVERYTHING for Reynolds but to Reynolds, duty always outweighed EVERYTHING. That was the moment I knew the end was coming — inevitably so. I can’t remember crying harder to any moment in the show.
!?!??? I COULDVE GONE ON W MY LIFE PERFECTLY W/OUT KNOWING THIS
BRIDGERTON | 2.07
My family is on the brink of ruin. I am nearly certain every last one of my brothers and sisters secretly despise me. My own mother, at that. Despite the fact I have lived the better part of my life for them. And yet still, all I find myself thinking about, all I find myself being able to breathe for... is you. Do you think that I want to be in this position? Contending with these thoughts of wanting to be nowhere except with you. Wanting to run away with you.
being a pepper plant has to be so weird.
Imagine evolving capsaicin specifically to stop mammals from eating your fruits, and then a mammal comes along that not only will eat your fruits, but likes them specifically because of the capsaicin, so much that it starts using its weird paws to distribute and care for your seeds, which turns into a strong selective force that literally starts evolving you into producing MORE capsaicin and makes you a WAY more successful and wider ranged species than you ever were before
simply because this mammal LOVES Pain Chemical. that evolved specifically to produce pain in mammals. It's not that the capsaicin isn't WORKING. It's just that these freaks like it.
This is the same mammal with social instincts so goddamn strong that they literally try to form social bonds with their predators, and end up evolving the predators into a new species that fits into their social communities as a form of mutualistic symbiosis, and exists in several different forms with unique morphology and behaviors based on the function they perform.
Instead of, I don't know, EVOLVING TO BE FASTER, this animal finds a faster animal and sits on it. Which shouldn't even work because the faster animal is a prey animal and this animal is a predator, but SOMEHOW they FORM A SOCIAL BOND WITH THE PREY. So they can sit on it while it runs fast. And somehow the prey animal?? is cool with this?? and benefits from this relationship???
Literally how can you hate humans. Humans are possibly the most hilarious thing evolution has ever done.
other things humans have done
eat poison plants, decide they like getting poisoned, and evolve the plants to poison them more
evolve to not have hair, but they find mammals with thick fluffy hair and put the hair on themselves, and evolve the mammals to produce extra hair so they can both have a warm coat of hair
split up their parasitic lice species into two separate species because they start taking other animals' hair and putting it on themselves so much
learn how to set things on fire on purpose. maintain body temperature by just standing beside some wood that's on fire instead of literally any normal option
figure out that their prey tastes better and is easier to digest when they hold it over a fire after killing it. get smarter because they digest food so good after it's been held over a fire.
find a poisonous plant and try washing it in boiling water until they don't die when they eat it anymore
go across the ocean by making a floating nest despite not being able to breathe underwater, drink ocean water, or even swim naturally
drink milk from other mammals even though they can't digest it and it makes them sick. Evolve those mammals to produce more milk than their babies can drink so they can drink the milk. Some members of the species evolve to be able to digest milk because they were so hellbent on drinking it.
find flowers, bugs and minerals that are nice colors and crush them up to try to turn other things that color
eat mushrooms that make their nervous systems malfunction because they like malfunctioning their nervous systems
humans worldwide looking up into the celestial vault of stars a million light years away, separated from Earth by the deadly cold and emptiness of space: I bet there are guys up there to form social bonds with