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Italian, way too old to be here, XR explorer and popular culture scholar. Believes in life, hope, cheeriness and beauty. Valvert is my life, Cobra Kai and Detroit: Become Human my most recent obsessions.
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Johnathan Glazer, Oscar winning Director of The Zone of Interest, a movie depicting the wickedness of apathy during the Holocaust:
“Our film shows where dehumanisation leads at it's worst. It shaped all of our past and present. Right now we stand here as men who refute their Jewishness and the Holocaust being hijacked by an occupation which has led to conflict for so many innocent people, whether they be the victims of October 7th or the ongoing attack on Gaza. All the victims of this dehumanisation. How do we resist? Alexandria, the girl who glows in the film as she did in life, chose to. I dedicate this to her memory and her resistance.”
io che cedo per il sonno e sto per andare a letto con la paura di perdermi John Travolta che invade l'ariston insieme agli adepti di scientology sulle note di Saturday night fever per attaccare Russell Crowe che urla AL MIO SEGNALE SCATENATE L'INFERNO e si difende a mosse di ballo del qua qua mentre le ambasciate francese, americana e canadese calcolano quanto tutto ciò valga in termini di fantapunti
I'm doing a summary for a friend anyway so, here it is:
THE John Travolta vs Amadeus vs Russell Crowe GATE
The whole thing starts a while back, when Amadeus (the lying liar who lied) had said he wouldn't have guests because Rai is broke and then announcing John Travolta and Russell Crowe as super guests.
They both asked to be involved themselves, they weren't contacted by Rai and they will get very little money for their trouble (Travolta got a costs refund, Crowe not even that and came basically for free).
Their reasons for joining the party (aside from a momentarily lack in judgment I guess): Travolta was doing something in France anyway, so it's close by and he saw that Fiorello was there and he remembers Fiorello from a while back, when he was a guest in one of his shows and apparently finds (found) him hilarious.
Russell Crowe is the Gladiator. He's just here for the vibes (and to promote his tour), he's getting here straight from Australia.
Travolta gets in Italy; he's super itchy with fans and the press. Doesn't even have the decency of being at TG1 (does he know that's also Amadeus realm? probably not).
He signs a fucking contract, he knows what he'll be subjected to, he decides to be a menace anyway. He gets on Ariston stage and does a little of his iconic dance moves. Disaster is looming. He and Amadeus get outside where Fiorello is waiting for them with duck hats, that Travolta refuses to wear (who do you think you are? you think yourself better than Fiorello and Amadeus, the italian royal couple?????).
They do this. Fiorello and Ama are vibing. Travolta is seeing his entire life and career end there. He does the whole thing with death in his eyes. And it's a fucking disaster. So much so that the next day it's all Italy can talk about (despite great things happening on that night). Apparently no one covered Travolta's shoes logo and it's a big problem for Rai. Amadeus snapped at journalists. Travolta cannot get a foot in Italy anymore because IT'S ON SIGHT.
And here he comes, Russell Crowe as an avenging Gladiator in all his glory. He's truly here for the vibes and the vibes only. He's doing more interviews than the Sanremo Contestants. He's at TG1 despite not understanding a single word, as if he's one of Amadeus infinite list of co-hosts. He's answering over and over and over again "what is your favorite italian song?", he's singing Ricchi e Poveri like the entire Country did when that devil, Amadeus, reunited them a couple of years ago.
He gets on Ariston stage, he sings, he recites his infamous line from The Gladiator, in italian (!), he says "Teresa, Teresa, TERESA", just because the co-host likes how he says her name.
Then the dissing happens. Teresa Mannino is telling how they found out Russell Crowe like many other celebrities has italian roots, despite not having an italian surname "like, Di Caprio or Coppola or De Niro".
Russell Crowe isn't here to play and he goes "or Travolta." Mocks him with the duck dance moves and mouths "wtf, wtf".
Amadeus is cackling in the background, he has a new bestie. Italy as a whole has a new bestie, because the pettiness of it all was the most italian thing ever.
What fucking KILLS me about Lokius is that it can never NEVER be real in any universe? Sure, A variant of "Mobius" (who we never learn the actual name of- who isn't REALLY the Mobius we know) can fall in love with a variant of Loki. But OUR Mobius and OUR Loki? There's only one of them. The TVA exists once in the universe, outside of time. And Loki is alone. Holding the multiverse together, where Mobius can't reach him.
The passing of David Soul was heartbreaking... and yet I have so many memories, so much fangirling, so much shipping connected to him and the Starsky & Hutch fandom that the main feeling I have is an infinite gratefulness for the chance to have lived it all. Aaah, if only I could convince every one of you to try this show... you'd understand in a moment.
Thanks to David for giving me all those beautiful moments and for helping us fans create something that will exist forever.
If this was a cowboy movie, I'd give you my boots, Mr Soul. Goodbye
Tumblr people, come and help a fellow Destiel fan.
Does anyone know where to find a fanvid that uses "The night we met" as song and, as voiceover, the words Dean said to Sam before dying BUT used in a Destiel context?