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#The Conversion (film)
ghost-in-the-corner · 9 months
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Also, props to Allan???
He's a doll most people have never heard of. He got discontinued forever ago cause he was perceived as gay by consumers and they didn't like that.
But I love that he had an actual role in Barbie. He was very queer coded, yeah, but he didn't like when all the Kens turned to Patriarchy. He was so uncomfortable that he wanted to abandon Barbieland all together. He knew it was wrong.
And then he helped the Barbies get themselves back. He had a pink jumpsuit and sunglasses and went out all stealthy to get the Barbies in the van. He even voted at the end to keep the constitution the way it was.
Big Allan fan over here.
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robotpussy · 3 months
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lanalove2012 · 17 days
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wizzard890 · 1 year
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this is my interest in Russian cultural history showing, but I think it's really fascinating that the characters in Scorsese's Goncharov exist as imagined Soviets, particularly as articulated from an American perspective in the early 70s.
Scorsese was, then as now, a great appreciator of world cinema, and he absolutely was aware of how the archetype of the Soviet man underwent a transformation during Gorbachev's Era of Stagnation. Gone was the clean-cut, traditional wartime hero, always holding Soviet values aloft. Even the fictional Soviet woman became more adrift, lost in a modern tide of isolation, loneliness, and individual despair. (This is so so brilliantly brought to bear in Katya, and really gives lie to the old canard that Scorsese doesn't imagine the inner lives of female characters.)
Goncharov is a grey, almost temporally unmoored character, one that was previously unimaginable in Soviet cinema, and what does it mean that this new archetype was articulated, by perhaps THE American director of the late 20th century, at such an intentional cultural remove?
Idk, I think the resurgence of interest in the film really gives us an opportunity to ask questions about a piece that has previously only been discussed through a broadly Marxist lens, instead of reckoning with wider forces within the Eastern European imagination. Put more simply, what did it mean for Americans to watch a transformation of the Soviet zeitgeist through a glass darkly, and what light does that shed on the "Russian" in the American mind today?
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texaschainsawmascara · 2 months
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Jemima Kirke & Paz de la Huerta
high school circa 2001-2005 / 2013
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w-i-m-m · 1 year
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loveinhawkins · 1 year
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Thinking about Steve having a camcorder that he completely forgot he owned. Dustin’s the one to find it and get it set up, all behind Steve’s back, and the first moment ever captured is Dustin’s face comically close to the camera, saying, “Hellooooo Steeeeve,” all drawn out like he’s an alien or something. Most of the clips are really short, things like the kids coming in from school and giving the camera (which they address as Steve) some sort of quip about their day, flopping on the couch until there are indents showing where each of them prefers to sit.
When Steve gets wise to what’s going on, finds the camcorder set out on the kitchen counter, one of his favourite moments is recorded completely by chance. The camera has been left running accidentally, and it captures an entire evening where, while Steve is on a closing shift, Eddie and Robin “scandalously break in” (Eddie’s words), also known as “using the spare key.”
They’re completely oblivious to being filmed, and act so ridiculously that it’s impossible for Steve to watch the clip back without smiling.
They’re baking in preparation for Steve’s birthday—“We’re using most of his shit to make this, I don’t know if that counts as a gift,” Eddie says.
“Yeah, but he has the good shit, Eddie,” Robin returns, like he’s being particularly dense.
Steve snorts when Eddie inadvertently presses a button on the microwave, making it beep angrily at him. “Shit,” he yelps, “feel like I’m on a fucking spaceship.”
After they’ve measured out ingredients, and Eddie has had a fraught battle with the electric whisk (“I don’t trust it, Buckley!”), they settle into a rhythm, taking turns at mixing and washing up. They lapse into comfortable silences every so often, but most of the time is spent with them doing a playful volley of insults.
Steve can’t make it out at first because they’re talking very quickly; then he realises that they’re doing a parody of old black-and-white movies, all in clipped transatlantic accents, with Robin as the shady, philandering husband and Eddie as the spurned wife. They don’t even miss a beat in between putting the cake batter in the oven, and Steve laughs so hard he thinks he might crack a rib when Robin asks Eddie to find the oven mitts, and he haughtily returns, “Give a gal a chance!”
And Steve finds himself getting surprisingly choked up at how comfortable they are in the kitchen—he knows that this house is not forever, that he has never quite felt settled within it. But they make it more of a home, just by existing. They all do.
He makes a note of how long to wind the footage to get to that clip, labels it for bad days.
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krenenbaker · 6 months
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Trick or Treat~!
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Pairing: Che'nya x Floyd (could be read platonically or romantically)
Summary: It's finally Halloween night, but Floyd is in a bit of a slump. However, the arrival of a curious companion may just make the Halloween party a bit more interesting for him.
Notes: This is my first attempt at something following a prompt - specifically, "Trick or Treat" for the 2023 TWST Rarepair Halloween event. I'm trying to get more comfortable/practiced with writing prose (which is why this wasn't posted on the 30th... oops), and only vaguely ended up following the prompt. I'm fairly happy with how this little piece turned out, though!
Tags: @dove-da-birb, @azulashengrottospiano, @inkybloom-luv, @eynnwwyjth, @officialdaydreamer00 (please let me know if you'd like to be included or excluded from future writing of mine, or only want to be included in specific types of creations)
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Floyd wanted to take a break. 
It was Halloween, and all he had done the entire week was work, work, work. Getting costumes ready, decorating, helping with their dorm's presentation, plus cooking and serving at the Lounge, all on top of normal classes? 
Sure, it was fun, especially getting to show off Octavinelle's cool setup, and 'taking care of' those misbehaving visitors. But now? Everything felt draining and boring, and Floyd simply wanted to leave, which sucked because the actual Halloween party had just started!  
Maybe he should just ditch and go back to his dorm; being in a funk when everyone else is having fun around you is not enjoyable.  He slumped down on a bench and unwrapped a sweet he had picked up earlier, before wrapping it up again. Ugh, not even in the mood for that candy he wanted only a few minutes ago. 
As he shoved the sweet back into his pocket and was about to get up from the bench to leave, Floyd heard a rustle behind him. Someone was quietly humming, and… laughing? The sound gradually moved to his side, towards the empty side of the bench.  
“Trick or treat~”
Floyd turned to face the voice. "Listen, man, I'm not in the mood to—” he froze, staring at the figure beside him. “Hang on a second, where's your body!?"
A toothy smile came to the face of the head that currently floated beside Floyd. "Oh, it's here.... or maybe it's there." A pair of hands materialized on either side of this boy's head, followed by the rest of his body. 
“I'm just kidding. Mind if I take a seat? I’d like to rest up before I keep purrowling around and startling people.”
Floyd blinked, then raised an eyebrow. “Uh, go for it.” 
This guy was... weird, and it was hard to tell if he'd be annoying, or interesting. "You don't go here, do ya? At least, I’ve never seen you before. And you’re no ghost, either.”
The cat-like boy shook his head, his jewellery jingling softly. "I'm just passing through for the festivities and collecting treats. Scaring some people, too. That’s loads of fun. And it's always nice to see my friends let loose." 
Floyd had a vague memory surface. "Ohh... you must be that RSA boy who's friends with Sea Turtle and Goldfishie." 
"'Sea Turtle' and 'Goldfishie', hey? Those are good names for my green and red friends. Cats are known for liking fish." He leaned forward, his grin growing. “Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Floyd nodded, “Floyd Leech. It's nice to meet you, too.” He looked curiously at the boy beside him, taking in his shaggy hair, piercings, and impish smile.
"You're not what I expected.” Floyd smiled, "But you seem fun, Catfish. I didn't think Goldfishie would get along with someone so... interesting."
Che'nya's eyes lit up slightly. "Catfish? Heh heh heh, most people call me Che'nya, but I guess that works. And I’ve heard some… interesting stories about you, too."
He stretched his legs out in front of him, leaning back with his arms behind his head as he sighed. "But yeah, I don't think Riddle could shake me if he tried." 
"I'm almost jealous." Floyd tipped his head slightly. "Most of the time, Goldfishie likes to swim away before I can play with him."
Che'nya laughed, "Well, if you're wondering, he 'swam off' that way." He pointed off to the side. “Just don’t be rough with him. I don’t like people mistreating my friends.”
Floyd looked off into the crowd where he had pointed, and let out a small laugh. “Alright, good to know. Maybe I’ll find him later, if I feel like it”, he smiled and sat back. “And Goldfishie’s stronger than he looks, but I guess you’d know that.”
Che’nya nodded, then leaned closer with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, I bet we could do something that would really surprise him.” 
Floyd turned slightly towards Che’nya, and flashed a smile. “Yeah, we probably could. I think we should talk more in the future, Catfish. You seem pretty fun.” 
Che’nya grinned, “You seem pretty fun, too.”
"Well,” he stretched his arms above his head. “I think I’m going to go and find some more treats… and play some more tricks tonight. I'll catch you around, Floyd." 
With a haunting giggle echoing in his ears, Floyd watched as the boy beside him faded into nothingness, just the same way he had arrived. 
What a weird guy.
Floyd unwrapped the candy he had pocketed earlier, then popped it into his mouth. Maybe this party was worth staying at after all.
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frenchnewwaves · 5 months
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Normal People
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ghost-in-the-corner · 9 months
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One thing I appreciate about Barbie was the emphasis on age.
I was emotional when Barbie told the old woman how beautiful she was, and when Ruth came in and helped her become human.
It was also the fact that America Ferrera was the one having the crisis that caused Barbie to do the same.
The whole concept of the toy doesn't end in childhood. Cause she is an idea; Barbie is forever. She's everything. She's meant to inspire women to keep going for what they dream. You don't age out of these ideas, they grow with you, just like how Margot Robbie grew with America Ferrera.
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pdalicedraws · 3 months
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You know that thing where you mention something from your childhood and someone else’s reaction lets you know that actually wasn’t normal? Ballister and Ambrosius have been doing that to each other their whole relationship. In both directions.
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coffeeshopdaydream · 1 year
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The Half of It (2020) dir. Alice Wu
Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019) dir. Céline Sciamma
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bishopcomics · 1 month
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sunglassesmish · 9 months
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the way misha always puts his hand on jensen’s shoulder so he doesn’t interrupt him but signals he wants to say something… it gets me everytime
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soulmvtes · 3 months
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came to the art gallery cafe + got an orange pistachio and carrot cake and the sun has been appearing in and out of the clouds and i've just finished my book, my heart feels so full 💌💌💌💌
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(Paul) argued that straight actors should be allowed to play queer roles – but on one condition.
“It depends who’s in charge of telling the story,” he said. “The issue is that there have been so many queer performances in cinema that have been offensive, but that’s because the filmmakers and the actors have been careless.
“I don’t think this film exists in that conversation whatsoever. And that’s it.”
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