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furiouspainter

your life is your own 😘

caiabresebun

www no time to draw anything

bongjoonhoe

Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) dir. Daniels

takethetrain

Link: How Stephanie Hsu Brought One of the Year’s Best Queer Characters to Life (James Factora)

“Queerness, as Hsu puts it, exists indelibly in the texture of the movie. That much is clear in the way that she effortlessly portrays Joy/Jobu/Joybu in all her contradictions — Joy’s muted sorrow and rage, Jobu’s almost hedonistic mode of self destruction, and the tensions that arise when those two tendencies clash. Between her stunning performance in the movie and her deeply thoughtful philosophies on acting and other forms of making art, it’s almost hard to believe that Everything Everywhere is her first feature film. It’s clear that Hsu and her ‘undeniable talent’ are here to stay.”

yunabot

imo the multiverse in EEAAO is such a perfect metaphor for some very specific types of asian american immigrant trauma that hit so close to home… on the one hand, evelyn is leaping into all these universes, even the absurd ones, and thinking… these are all people i could have been, lives i could have lived, i could have Been Someone but instead i’m only just evelyn. she’s an exceptional person with so many talents and passions back home, and then she came over to the states to be taken for granted and cut down by everyone around her into a stereotype and a nobody. but even as the film is recognizing all the abandoned dreams of immigrant mothers, at the same time, for Jobu tupaki, each universe isn’t something new she could have been, it’s something she HAD to be, even if she didn’t want to. her mother pushed her past her limit and she was forced to be every single version of herself at the same time… people she didn’t want to be, things she’s not cut out for, to the point where she wants to blow it all up and be nothing at all. it really nails imo a pretty common 2nd gen experience of feeling like you have to be perfect at everything and live out all your parents dreams for them for so long that eventually you snap and look back on everything you used to be and think… that was fucking bullshit. that was pointless, none of this fucking matters. and then the only thing that can save you from the nihilism is your mother telling you “all those absurd things you used to be don’t matter to me, all i need you to be is you”

milflaszlo

Of all the places I could be, why would I want to be here with you? Yes. You’re right. It doesn’t make sense! Maybe it’s like you said. Maybe there is something out there, some new discovery that will make us feel like even smaller pieces of shit. Something that explains why you still went looking for me, through all of this noise. And why, no matter what, I still want to be here with you. I will always, always want to be here with you.

electricheart

when the just some guy version of waymond wang said, “you tell me that it’s a cruel world, and we’re all just running around in circles. I know that. I’ve been on this earth just as many days as you. when I choose to see the good side of things, I’m not being naive. it is strategic and necessary. it’s how I’ve learned to survive through everything. I know you see yourself as a fighter. well, I see myself as one too. this is how I fight.”

luntfontanne

using a multiverse as a narrative framework to tell an immigrant story really is THE best possible implementation of this concept. like the idea that every time you make a decision in your life a different branching universe splits off where you chose differently, while obviously broadly universal because of course everyone wonders what if (what if i had chosen differently, what would my life look like then), really does hit such a specific core question that is imo fundamental to the immigrant experience

all the time my parents talk about imagining what lives they might have lived if they had chosen differently, if they had never left home, if they had never come here, if they had not raised their daughter in a world and a culture so utterly foreign to their own where she might make her own choices that are painfully incomprehensible to them. it’s all tied up with a sense of grief and loss and regret and almost existential melancholy, not necessarily because they think they chose wrong specifically, not because they think they’d actually choose differently if they had a chance to do it over again, but merely because that choice is such a monumental one and the enormity of it and the ripples it would end up causing are only obvious in retrospect. you make the choice to uproot your life and move to a different world, a different universe, and once you cross that bridge you can never go back. you can never truly go home again. and when we do go back to visit, we see in their old friends and classmates and relatives funhouse versions of ourselves, people we might have been but never were and never will be.

every immigrant story is a ghost story and the ghosts that haunt you are all the people you left behind including yourself—versions of yourself, of your family, of your children, of the people that are you but that you are not, lives that you recognize but are not yours. immigrant stories are ghost stories are multiverse stories and in multiverse stories all of your ghosts inhabit your body simultaneously, everyone who came before you and after you and everyone you left behind, everything that is and everything that never was… it really is everything everywhere all at once i am going to scream

me right now

who is she

Country girls 💐🐮🌼

when im listening to my own library and playlists i feel like a powerful wizard but when im trying to show my music taste to anyone it feels like i have a shame cone on