This one was definitely a contentious match-up for me. Rom-com You Can't Take It with You won over the war drama La Grande Illusion, the first foreign language film to be nominated for Best Picture.
You Can't Take It with You was based off of a 1936 play of the same name. During the film's release in 1938, the play was STILL running on Broadway. It was an instant box office success. The Radio City Music Hall had to increase to 5 screenings a day to handle the demand.
It was clearly a play adaptation, and it was wonderful. I have a soft side for screwball comedies, and this one was definitely a riot. There are also way too many characters, but not in a bad way.
La Grande Illusion is listed as a war drama, but definitely has some light-hearted comedy to it. I struggled to find a solid review from its US release, but many considered it the best French film to date.
Honestly, there was something different about La Grande Illusion. I'm not sure if I'm just getting desensitized to 1930s films, but this one felt significantly more sophisticated. And I couldn't even tell you exactly why (and it was not just the fact that it was in French). There were nuances that did not need to be described. The film style was simple but effective. It's aggressively political in nature without being overbearing. All around a great film. Great job, France.
As for the Academy Awards, we may have ditched the categories of Dance Direction and Assistant Director, but we've still got the weirdly similar Original Story and Screenplay, AND we've added a new confusing duo: Original Score and Scoring!
There were also some brief changes to the voting system prior to the 11th Academy Awards, but each source seemed to just confuse me more on that.
Current reception for both films is solid. Some argue that You Can't Take It with You is one of Frank Capra's weaker films, but still praise the comedy and the casting. Critics consider La Grande Illusion to be a successful anti-war film on par with All Quiet on the Western Front (and even more so because both were banned in Germany for some time.)
Unofficial Review: Watch both!
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I kept on thinking about the idea of the scars...
Note: my mother tongue is Spanish, so the translation of this little text is made with my basic knowledge and an online translation tool. I apologize for any mistakes that the translation may have, and thank you for understanding. Spanish version under the cut!
—The past
The faint moonlight spilled across his skin, splashing him with silvery reflections. Silence filled the room, interrupted only by the murmur of the gentle breeze that drifted through the large glass windows, whispering through the velvet and crystal.
The goblin city glittered under the blanket of night, tucked into a dark, billowing sky, motionless before the castle that towered above it. The goblin city, so still, so calm, that the sight of it through the great window seemed almost an illusion.
Jareth's chest swayed with his breathing, so faint, the movement was almost imperceptible. The ruffles of his shirt spilled down his chest, down his sides, exposing much of his scarred torso. Past whitish and pinkish marks from wounds of all sizes dotted his chest and sides. The largest, thick and jagged, appeared on his right side, extending upward, almost to his heart.
With a gentle movement he brought his hand to that scar, stroking its edge slowly, wearily. His narrowed eyes stared out the window, lost in the tide that stretched as far as the eye could see.
Lost in the memories of the past.
—El pasado
La tenue luz de la luna se derramaba por su piel, salpicándolo con reflejos plateados. El silencio colmaba la habitación, viéndose interrumpido sólo por el rumor de la brisa suave que se colaba por las grandes cristaleras, susurrando a través del terciopelo y el cristal.
La ciudad de los goblins relucía bajo el manto de la noche, arropada por un cielo oscuro y ondulante, inmóvil ante el castillo que se alzaba sobre ella. La ciudad de los goblins, tan quieta, tan en calma, que su visión recortada a través del gran ventanal parecía casi una ilusión.
El pecho de Jareth se mecía con su respiración, tan tenue, que el movimiento era casi imperceptible. Los volantes de su camisa se derramaban por su pecho, por los costados, dejando a la vista gran parte de su torso, colmado de cicatrices. Marcas de heridas pasadas, blanquecinas y rosáceas, de todos los tamaños, salpicaban su pecho y los costados. La más grande, gruesa e irregular, aparecía en su costado derecho, extendiéndose hacia arriba, casi hasta su corazón.
Con un movimiento suave llevó su mano hasta aquella cicatriz, acariciando su borde despacio, cansado. Sus ojos entornados miraban al otro lado de la ventana, perdidos en la marea que se extendía hasta más allá de donde alcanzaba la vista.
Perdidos en los recuerdos del pasado.
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Bughead Moments in Riverdale that Also Happened in the Comics: Season 1 (Part 2)
Here are some additional Bughead moments in the comics that also happened on the first season of Riverdale:
♥ Bughead are married (in a dream sequence).
Comics: Early to Bed, Archie #43, 1950.
Show: S01E07: In A Lonely Place, 2017.
♥ Jughead puts his arm around Betty’s shoulder.
Comics: Shoe Shoe Baby, Laugh Comics #108, 1993.
Show: S01E07: In A Lonely Place, 2017.
♥ Archie realizes Jughead’s feelings for Betty.
Comics: He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not, Betty #65, 1998.
Show: S01E07: In A Lonely Place, 2017.
♥ Betty tells Veronica how wonderful Jughead is.
Comics: The Real Me, Jughead #151, 1967.
Show: S01E07: In A Lonely Place, 2017.
♥ Bughead hold hands while walking down the street.
Comics: Concerted Effort, Archie’s Pal Jughead #111, 1964.
Show: S01E07: In A Lonely Place, 2017.
♥ Betty kisses Jughead.
Comics: To Sleep, Perchance to Dream, Betty’s Diary #16, 1988.
Show: S01E07: In A Lonely Place, 2017.
♥ FP asks his son Jughead about his feelings for Betty.
Comics: Man to Man, Jughead #312, 1981.
Show: S01E07: In A Lonely Place, 2017.
♥ Betty pledges her undying support for Jughead.
Comics: It’s Friendship, Jughead #313, 1981.
Show: S01E07: In A Lonely Place, 2017.
♥ Betty holds Jughead’s arm.
Comics: Do or Diet, Archie’s Pal Jughead #102, 1963.
Show: S01E07: In A Lonely Place, 2017.
♥ Veronica ships Bughead.
Comics: Splitsville, Betty and Me #11, 1967.
Show: S01E08: The Outsiders, 2017.
♥ Lazy Jughead helps Betty prepare for an event.
Comics: Thrills and Spills, Archie’s Pal Jughead #183, 2007.
Show: S01E08: The Outsiders, 2017.
♥ Jughead puts a protective arm around Betty.
Comics: Rhythm and Blues, The Jughead Jones Comics #100, 1996.
Show: S01E08: The Outsiders, 2017.
♥ Jughead comforts a crying Betty with a hug.
Comics: Worlds Apart, Betty and Veronica #274 (2015).
Show: S01E09: La Grande Illusion, 2017.
♥ Bughead watch a movie at The Bijou.
Comics: Conform and Reform, Archie’s Pal Jughead #75, 1961.
Show: S01E10: The Lost Weekend. 2017.
♥ Betty and the gang throw a surprise birthday party for Jughead.
Comics: A Surprised Party, Archie’s Pal Jughead #86, 1996.
Show: S01E10: The Lost Weekend, 2017.
♥ Jughead declares that Betty and Archie are his only best friends.
Comics: The Beginning of the End, Betty and Veronica #272, 2014.
Show: S01E10: The Lost Weekend, 2017.
♥ Jughead kisses Betty’s hand.
Comics: Noble Nibble, Archie Annual #8 (1957).
Show: S01E10: The Lost Weekend, 2017.
♥ Bughead give Archie a hard time because of his sappy music.
Comics: Dancing Fool, Betty and Veronica Double Digest #122, 2004.
Show: S01E11: To Riverdale and Back Again, 2017.
♥ Betty gets busy with school dance preparations (and Jughead sort of helped).
Comics: Prom Promise, Betty #7, 1993.
Show: S01E11: To Riverdale and Back Again, 2017.
♥ Betty and Jughead attend a school dance together.
Comics: Walking Baby Back Home, Archie’s Pal Jughead Annual #4 (1956).
Show: S01E11: To Riverdale and Back Again, 2017.
♥ Betty scolds Archie and Ronnie for doubting Jughead.
Comics: Tall Tale Test, Archie Double Digest #151, 2004.
Show: S01E11: To Riverdale and Back Again, 2017.
♥ Jughead tells Betty and the gang that his family is planning to move to Ohio.
Comics: My Friend Jughead, Jughead #1, 1987.
Show: S01E11: To Riverdale and Back Again, 2017.
♥ Betty finds sad Jughead at Pop's chock'lit shoppe.
Comics: Silver Bromide, Betty #98, 2001.
Show: S01E12: Anatomy of a Murder, 2017.
♥ Jughead calls Betty on the phone.
Comics: Nice Slice, Jughead's Jokes #11, 1969.
Show: S01E12: Anatomy of a Murder, 2017.
♥ Betty insists that Jughead belongs in Riverdale.
Comics: A Moving Experience, Archie's Pal Jughead #98, 1997.
Show: S01E13: The Sweet Hereafter, 2017.
♥ Bughead share a hug (near a car).
Comics: Double Trouble, Archie Meets Riverdale #1, 2022.
Show: S01E13: The Sweet Hereafter, 2017.
* Not sure if this counts though because the comic, which was obviously based on the actors on the TV show, was released later than the episode.
♥ Bughead and the gang save someone who fell down a frozen lake.
Comics: Catch 2, Laugh Comics Digest #58, 1985.
Show: S01E13: The Sweet Hereafter, 2017.
♥ Bughead are having a laugh at the chock'lit shoppe.
Comics: Tomato Surprise, The Jughead Jones Comics Digest #97, 1995.
Show: S01E13: The Sweet Hereafter, 2017.
♥ Jughead tells Betty he loves her.
Comics: Splitsville, Betty and Me #11, 1967.
Show: S01E13: The Sweet Hereafter, 2017.
♥ Betty tells Jughead that she loves him.
Comics: A Lesson in Logic, The Adventures of Little Archie #48 (1968).
Show: S01E13: The Sweet Hereafter, 2017.
♥ Bughead make out in the kitchen.
Comics: Study Buddy, Archie’s Pal Jughead Annual #3, 1955.
Show: S01E13: The Sweet Hereafter, 2017.
♫ You made me a, you made me a believer... believer! ♫
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Un rêve m’obsédait.
J’imaginais la naissance d’un mouvement baptisé Confrérie des Chemins Noirs.
Non contents de tracer un réseau de traverse, les chemins noirs pouvaient aussi définir les cheminements mentaux que nous emprunterions pour nous soustraire à l’époque.
Dessinés sur la carte et serpentant au sol ils se prolongeraient ainsi en nous-mêmes, composeraient une cartographie mentale de l’esquive. Il ne s’agirait pas de mépriser le monde, ni de manifester l’outrecuidance de le changer. Non ! Il suffirait de ne rien avoir de commun avec lui.
L’évitement me paraissait le mariage de la force avec l’élégance. Orchestrer le repli me semblait une urgence. Les règles de cette dissimulation existentielle se réduisaient à de menus impératifs : ne pas tressaillir aux soubresauts de l’actualité, réserver ses colères, choisir ses levées d’armes, ses goûts, ses écœurements, demeurer entre les murs de livres, les haies forestières, les tables d’amis, se souvenir des morts chéris, s’entourer des siens, prêter secours aux êtres dont on avait connu le visage et pas uniquement étudié l’existence statistique. En somme, se détourner. Mieux encore ! Disparaître. « Dissimule ta vie », disait Épicure dans l’une de ses maximes (en l’occurrence c’était peu réussi car on se souvenait de lui deux millénaires après sa mort). Il avait donné là une devise pour les chemins noirs.
Nous serions de grandes troupes sur ces contre-allées car nous étions nombreux à développer une allergie aux illusions virtuelles. Les sommations de l’époque nous fatiguaient : Enjoy ! Take care ! Be safe ! Be connected ! Nous étions dégoûtés du clignotement des villes. Si nous écrasions à coups de talon les écrans livides de nos vies high-tech s’ouvrirait un chemin noir, une lueur de tunnel à travers le dispositif. Tout cela ne faisait pas un programme politique. C’était un carton d’invitation à ficher le camp.
Vivre me semblait le synonyme de « s’échapper ». Napoléon avait dit au Général de Caulaincourt dans le traîneau qui les ramenait à Paris après le passage de la Berezina : « Il y a deux sortes d’hommes, ceux qui commandent et ceux qui obéissent. »
Du temps où je m’étais passionnément intéressé à l’Empire, jusqu’à prendre mon bain coiffé d’un bicorne, j’avais trouvé cette phrase définitive. Aujourd’hui, tordant mes chaussettes sur un banc de vase du Var, je pensais que l’Empereur avait oublié une troisième colonne : les hommes qui fuient. « Sire ! » lui aurais-je dit si je l’avais connu, « Fuir, c’est commander ! C’est au moins commander au destin de n’avoir aucune prise sur vous. »
Sur les chemins noirs -
Sylvain Tesson
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