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Female cinematographers: Autumn Durald Arkapaw Mainstream (2020) dir. Gia Coppola

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Favourite songs from the Peaky Blinders Soundtrack

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“Mary, I’ve been thinking about the circumstances in which you live. That is, in which we live. I have no doubt that what happened early in your life was the result of events that provoked an aberrant outburst of violence on your part. However, I believe that is behind you. And so I wonder if it might be best for you to strike out on your own. [pause] You’re a woman now [pathetic smile] and capable of living by yourself [fuck, this was a mistake. abort abort!]”

- Doctor Laszlo Kriezler, human disaster. (The Alienist, s01e07)

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Poster by Alphonse Mucha for Médée, with Sarah Bernhardt in the title role

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Nothing hits like the domestic relationships in Greek tragedies. Antigone giving up on her life to bury her deceased brother properly: "I was made to love, not to hate." The strained mother-daughter relationship between Elektra and Clytemnestra: "I am the shape that you made me. Filth teaches filth." Medea's deranged grief over losing her husband to another woman, turning her into a monster who murders her own children and takes the corpses with her so that their father will not even be able to weep over their bodies. "Now I have truly become Medea." Orestes' horrible conflict between self-justified matricide and the haunting remorse, torturing him in the shape of Furies. "Nothing speaks the truth, nothing tells us how things really are, nothing forces us to know what we do not want to know; except pain." Orestes and Elektra bounding over their unforgivable sin; two siblings caught in their parents' animosity, with nothing but blood of their mother on their hands at the end. "Nobody has ever been a part of your grief."

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You want to know the logic behind my actions?

Here is one explanation:

Call me by a man’s name instead of a woman’s,

and suddenly every horrific thing I’ve done,

makes me a hero.

“Medea’s Reasons” by Salma Deera

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sono circa le 3 e mi ritrovo con nelle cuffie canzoni improbabili che maledicono il giorno in cui ti ho incontrato in spagnolo. e allora mi chiedo, quand'è che smettiamo di amare? quand'è che è giusto sparire come gli elefanti quando sono tristi? finisco puntualmente schiacciata nella lotta fra ciò che vorrei e ciò che mi dai. ho la sveglia presto e gli occhi di un oceano. in quella canzone era il cuore. è tutto così lontano.