Band of Brothers, episode 1: whoo, boot camp shenanigans! our c.o. sucks, but we're going to sing and drink and hang out because we're bros. :)
The Pacific, episode 1: look there's a mutilated corpse, this battlefield is littered with bodies, I just had to perform a mercy kill, every inch of my body is covered in sores. how do you justify the atrocities you've committed to god and yourself?
So the whole game is fixed by the will of Gramps on His throne while we're down here for what? His entertainment? That makes us chumps and God's a sadist. And either way, I got no use for him.
Anders als die Andern (Different from the Others) (1919) Directed by Richard Oswald
"Widely considered the first feature-length film aimed specifically at a gay audience, made all the more significant for its humanistic depiction of gay men and its explicit plea for the end of their social and legal persecution." (x)
random webster moment after grant gets shot and easy company is strutting through their billet on a mission he shows up looking confused like he just woke up with his hair all messy and his jacket open like who are we killing now
okay but I'm not over the brocedes unicycling and especially anthony having that photo. just, imagine you're anthony hamilton. your son is special and everyone thinks that their kid is special but yours actually is. he has an insane talent but karting and racing is so expensive, but he's so talented that you're willing to work four jobs to pay for it and he's willing to work so hard on the track to show that it's worth it. and this is britain so people are awful and racist but he beats everyone and you go over to italy where, ok, the people are still mostly awful and racist but for the first time your son actually makes a friend in this sport. and on paper it doesn't make sense, this kid is white and rich and the son of a world champion but he loves your son and your son loves him. they race together and destroy hotel rooms together and you drive them and a world champion around europe and see them win and win and win. and they grow up because that's what boys do, and they both win championships and make it to formula one. and all the work was worth it because your son becomes a world champion, and then he becomes world champion again. and the boys are teammates again but it isn't fun this time. there are no friendly competitions now. years go by and your son can't even say the boy's name, but he still says that karting (with him) was the best time of his life, still uses the tricks that the boy taught him. and then you're stood talking with this boy, all grown up, talking about your son. and all of that Stuff matters, of course it does, the championships and the teammates and the divorce, but it doesn't matter as much as the fact that once upon a time they were dumb thirteen year olds having competitions over unicycles as though that was ever cool, and your son was Happy.