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The decisions made for Guinevere's design just punch me right in the gut, man. You can tell she's been designed for MAXIMUM broad appeal: massive baby-doll eyes, an impossibly small waist, and gray skin, which gives her no implicit ethnicity- while still retaining a button nose and small chin.
It's so clever and it hurts to see how this character has been hammered into an idea of perfection that her creators and corporate managers have made. Dana Terrace you madwoman.
To the lady loudly pronouncing that "nothing HAPPENED" as we left our screening of Iron Lung, I'm sorry that you can't enjoy a quietly tense, contemplative movie that asks the audience to think for themselves for once.
Well, I'M proud of it.
I JUST noticed that his shadow physically *pulls* him in. It actually grabs him before they descend, like it's making the decision for him.
"Why do you like robot stories so much?"
Oh, no reason.
Just the notion that something
Doesn't have to be understood
To be accepted and loved
Despite, or even because of, it's strangeness.
I love just how much of a teacher attitude Grace still had in space- "Rocky, my hand is up," (calling for attention) and "Use your words, bud," (gentle encouragement) have me in a chokehold.
"Best case, you make it; worst case, you're still stuck down here with me."
Not "with us", "with ME". Husk, you romantic sap.
IRON LUNG SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT
Something about the life preserver just stuck with me, man: from its introduction and Simon casually tossing it to the ground (you can practically hear "The fuck good is that gonna do me?" in the motion), to its redeeming moment as a light source in the stranded sub, powered by Simon's own body (freshly out of water to activate the emergency light, he resorts to using his spit), to the very final shot of the film where the device fulfills its namesake as best it can, carrying the data that may save humanity amidst a oppressive ocean of red, bobbing along the surface all alone, waiting for rescue.
The absolute poetry of it; the ingenuity of utilizing limited tools in a sparse, unforgiving environment- the desperation or relying on this one tiny lifeline to save if not yourself , then maybe everyone else- the parallels between the life preserver and Simon himself: underestimated and appreciated, solitary, a beacon of light in a hopelessly dark situation.
My favorite character, honestly. 🤣
