We enter the theater in the same manner that Emmanuelle Seigner’s character Vanda does: down the sidewalk, between the trees, across the street, and through the doors, all while getting soaked in the pouring rain. The inside of the theater and Mathieu Amalric’s frustrated director Thomas don’t look to provide any respite from the poor weather, but appearances can be misleading. And when it comes to Roman Polanski’s Venus in Fur, one should be aware that first impressions can be dead wrong. This isn’t just a story of an actress trying to coax a man into casting her for her play; this is a strange little film full of blurred lines and delightful discussion entirely geared around a sadomasochistic relationship.
Strive for representation, whether it’s on the big screen or any other form of media. It’s not just Hispanic audiences getting shafted, but pretty much anyone that studios consider a minority. Remember Miami, you have options. Don’t settle for becoming another statistic.
also i’ve been slowly but surely reading the movement (and by that i mean 1-4 on monday and 5-8 on tuesday) and i’m honestly so heart-broken that i didn’t collect this while it was ongoing and that it ended because this is the most beautiful and diverse cast of characters in a comic nowadays
i convinced my editor to let me not only write about women in comics but also about how stores in miami are looking at many more women in stores buying comics and i’m getting the perspective of a female co-owner of one store and some female customers and this is really exciting i can’t wait bless being a writer maybe i can expand this to further comic book coverage
i mean i’m in love with the art and i am willing to trust grek pak’s writing but also if you go to mac’s and say i sent you to buy it i get 25 cents off because i made a bet with the guy at the desk so do that during the week tbh
i’m about to go to sleep after a pretty decent night after a long shitty day but i just wanted to tell you all that you’re great and wonderful and deserve to get told you’re all that every day and if it doesn’t happen that often well then i hope that this makes your day a little better (because having an anon tell me that certainly helped mine)
good night, good luck on dealing with today or tomorrow, and have a great day/night because you deserve something nice
I’m rewatching scenes from Venus and I’m just so entranced by the way Almaric and Seigner just shift between their roles almost immaculately. Watching two people act and argue back-and-forth for an hour and a half has rarely been this entertaining.
i literally spend every single day at work getting told something new and different for how we build computers and it’s starting to feel like they just do it to tell me i’m wrong constantly and i’m just so sick and tired of it all
today sucks and my roommate is an idiot who parks behind me for no fucking reason and i’m still very bitter that her best friend sleeps at our house basically every single night without paying rent while my boyfriend who doesn’t even live with us yet does pay rent
When I get home today I’m telling off my roommate because if there’s an empty spot next to me in the driveway then why the FUCK DID YOU PARK BEHIND ME WHEN I HAVE TO LEAVE IN THE FUCKING MORNING YOU FUCKING IDIOT
The train seems tailor-made to be used as a metaphor for capitalism. It’s a product of the industrial revolution, propulsed by fire and cast in steel. Countless lives and limbs have been sacrificed to the locomotive gods in the name of advancement and progress. Plus, they traditionally are sectioned off by class; the more expensive the ticket you spring for, the better the experience. Bong Joon-ho’s post-apocalyptic class warfare film Snowpiercer not only milks the metaphor for all its worth, but goes one step further by turning the microcosm into the macrocosm. In short, the world’s attempt at fighting global warming completely backfires, turning the Earth into an inhospitable frozen wasteland. The only survivors are those aboard an über-train that circles the earth once a year. The citizens nearest to the engine are the 1%, while the rabble and the criminals are stuck in the back, cramped and living in abhorrent conditions. Snowpiercer’s use of the train as a metaphor isn’t exactly elegant, but what it lacks in subtlety, it makes up for in visceral impact, technical skill, and dogged determination to see its batshit premise all the way to the bitter end.
listen, i don’t know about you, but the only people I know who actually enjoy the smell of axe body spray are not women. it’s dudes. it’s all dudes. i have worn axe body spray and walked into a room and have been complimented by legions of dudes. axe body spray is an agent of the gay agenda to make men smell better for other men to unlock their latent homosexuality and there is no stopping them now, we’re in too deep and it’s far too late.