i know i just reblogged this a few hours ago but i keep thinking about this man and his powerful emanations. i think this might actually be the physical manifestation of the soul of new york city. if he dies the city itself becomes pillars of dust
“Perhaps you have forgotten. That’s one of the great problems of our modern world, you know. Forgetting. The victim never forgets. Ask an Irishman what the English did to him in 1920 and he’ll tell you the day of the month and the time and the name of every man they killed. Ask an Iranian what the English did to him in 1953 and he’ll tell you. His child will tell you. His grandchild will tell you. And when he has one, his great-grandchild will tell you too. But ask an Englishman—” He flung up his hands in mock ignorance. “If he ever knew, he has forgotten. ‘Move on!’ you tell us. ‘Move on! Forget what we’ve done to you. Tomorrow’s another day!’ But it isn’t, Mr. Brue.” He still had Brue’s hand. “Tomorrow was created yesterday, you see. That is the point I was making to you. And by the day before yesterday, too. To ignore history is to ignore the wolf at the door.”
- A Most Wanted Man, John le Carré
John le Carré has not, at any point, been fucking around.
watching fantasy/sci-fi shows from the 80’s and 90’s is so healing for your brain actually……….
i see people trying to hype them up too by showing off really impressive practical effects for the time, and sure, that’s nice. but I unironically love seeing very obvious foam boulders bounce off people, and wooden swords clash, and bright flashes of light from “laser guns”… and it is so much better than 90% of shit today, and you know why?
key fucking difference: they inhabit it. everyone on screen is putting their entire soul into it. and I think people forget that tv is at its very essence theater, you tune in and suspend your disbelief, and you are always aware you are watching a story. if you go to a play and see someone stabbed with a very obvious fake knife, it doesn’t fucking matter, does it?
because everyone’s forgot that you’re not there to see how good of a real-looking fake knife somebody can make, you’re there to see people who can make you believe in the emotional truth of a story.
xena warrior princess is superior to every single marvel movie that has ever been made for the key fact that i can watch two actors struggling in “quicksand” which is very obviously just dirt that they were buried in up to their chests, but they are SCREAMING, wailing, crying: they are selling it and I am there for them —
no marvel movie will ever achieve emotional truth as long as their direction goes: “Alright. So you’re trapped in [redacted] next to [redacted], and you feel very [redacted]. And, action!”
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