Pillion was pretty good. I got really annoyed when I noticed I had seen the censored version (the uncensored version is basically the same so I donât know why they bothered).
What I found interesting was that from the beginning through to almost the end, you are not really sure Colin is a sub at all. The whole issue of who he is when heâs not being told who he is, is kind of the whole point. We are seeing the pre-history of Colin.
There is the whole segment of Colinâs life where he is his motherâs sub, that I think a lot of people would take for granted as âthe real Colinâ, but really, thatâs just Colin the Child.
I think for someone so green, those scenes of lounging around the campfire looking at all the other subs getting cuddled by their masters and Colin realizing that he wants that, and that Ray is particularly cold even for a leather daddy, is an important revelation for him to feel. Because itâs like, Colin, what do you want? By the end of the story, he has a much better idea.
How his relationship with his mother concludes really hit hard. Sometimes you really only get one chance. I think about the last time I spoke to my aunt before she died, and I really let her have it about Trump and QAnon, and her delusions she clings to because she canât handle how humiliating America really is. She just said she canât wait to see me on the New Earth. And she died suddenly a few weeks later. Thatâs it.
Sometimes Iâm so happy she never has to think about me again.
Anyways. Youâve got to live forward. Iâm glad Colin picked up some shrapnel of a future self he didnât quite know was him yet. People change you. The ways they change you that are not suitable for polite company are still beautiful, important. Just picking up tools.
Ray is really all about one look that only a Skarsgard could pull off, that one climactic expression of raw grief. He really plays a great monster. I donât mean it in the dumb way that so many people will likely interpret this movie. I mean from the other side of it. I found it interesting that even though he is such an idealized fuck monster, there really isnât a very humanistically eroticized relationship there. Colin doesnât seem to really want to lick his boots. If I were licking boots, Iâm afraid Iâd ham it up a bit. I hate it when people ham it up. But I would be into it in a self- whatâs the word? In an already self-actualized way. I know how to lick boots. Iâm there.
I think itâs very novel to make a film about people who havenât figured themselves out yet. The Illiterati is not a fan of off-the-therapeutic-map character growth. Itâs not even like âsometimes you just have to go through some shit.â Sometimes you just do. And those things make you, a bit.
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