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they (people who read my writing) hate me for my whimsy (having a deep and intimate relationship with Grief, using it for my writing, and forcing them to confront the way that relationship evolves and changes but isn’t one you can ever end. and showing the ways grief changes the relationships with your loved ones (past, current, and future) and how much worse that can make the grief journey )
The Pale Blue Eyes (2022)
i don’t know how to explain it, but it felt like reading a sad poem in a snowstorm.
the silence. the cold. the grief. christian bale barely speaks but you feel every word he doesn’t say. and harry melling as poe? unsettling and beautiful — like someone trying to hold the world together with verse and madness.
it’s not a fast movie. it doesn't scream. it lingers. in the snow. in the shadows. in the way loss wraps itself around you quietly.
i went in expecting a murder mystery. i came out feeling like i’d attended a funeral with no body — just words, just pain, just cold.
“The man who fears death, lives in fear.” it hits differently when everyone is already grieving.
anyway, i’m not okay but the cinematography was stunning. 10/10 for emotional frostbite.
Me when the only way out is through.
Troy thinks he hates Extraordinary Lougferd. He hates the way that man seemed to scrape every reminder of her from that isolating house, snuffing out the last embers of warmth. He watched as Extraordinary removed most pictures of her, leaving only a couple family photos on the mantle. He watched that man get rid of his entire bed to replace it with one untouched by her and remove all of her decorations from every room. He watched as her memory and ghost were thrown into the snow with her old dancing shoes and dresses, thrown out with her easels and paints. He watched as her fingerprints were scrubbed from walls and doorframes and painted over. It ached for Troy to watch this happen. His only physical reminders of her were a couple of old photographs and the face staring back at him in the mirror. He thinks he hates Extraordinary for that.
Another snippet…so yall can be as excited for this fic as me!!!