by now it's probably clear how in love i've been with anne hathaway since i was a gayby. she was impossible to deny. my other awakening being natalie portman in attack of the clones (isn't there a little padmé in those halos?), and yeah, me and my Big Queer Feelings have always coalesced around pale and inaccessible brunettes and it's definitely never ever gotten me into trouble before
2026 is undeniably hathaway's year but to have had a career long and seminal enough that this is how you get introduced? glorious.
has there been an imbalance in my admiration for this text? have i leaned too much into the anne/mary of it all? or perhaps the reason i can't even begin to express my thoughts about michaela/sam is that this film was the apotheosis of a toxic three month thing i had with someone once upon a time who was very much a sam anselm. and that's more difficult to talk about than it is to gush about how off my axis (rocker?) this team of creatives has moved me.
and i think it's some cosmic joke that i watched this movie four times while on vacation in bangkok with lisa's billboards insisting that i
p.s. i kept thinking about how a woman's voice changes with age (and the occasional spawn) and you can hear it, that rib-sticking richness, with artists like beyonce. so of course to my anne cannon i added her other bangers and goodness it's like night and day.
p.p.s. before i'd even heard of this movie i already had a playlist called 'maria maria' where i collected all the little canticles, pop- or broadway-inflected or otherwise, singing Her praises.
singular vessel of devotion, mystical rose
beata maria, you know i am a righteous boi
deliver me please from this obsession
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dailybridgerton
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annaxmalina
stormborns
