@xxxlplm@atonofbricks Also just noting that I agree with you , it rlly was unbelievable and actually stressed me out ( was literally shaking) watching it play out like that ( her friend turning on her and her fiancé changing his whole perception of her) but it made it complex and interesting to watch
@xxxlplm@dolphinbristol@atonofbricks It’s ridiculous and frustrating but people really do think and act like that and that’s part of what I liked about the movie. it’s okay for fictional characters to overreact and act illogically because real people do too. and it’s normal for films to dramatize or emphasize things
anyone else feel constant shame since they were a kid? shane of ur behaviour, shame of ur appearance, of ur style, of ur hobbies? like ur existence isn't right and u must hide it, i constantly need to remind myself that i have have the right to exist like everyone else
It’s honestly wild that Chainsaw Man went with multiple endings, especially considering how ridiculously high quality they all are, made by insanely talented artists. If the Assassin's Arc is a Season, I want them to do it again
it’s actually terrifying how much my brain has changed since i stopped being a bookworm. it’s not just about the attention span, though that’s definitely gone
i can’t even sit still for ten minutes without reaching for a distraction.
but the bigger shift is how it feels like my inner world has gone grey. i’m not nearly as creative as i used to be and that quiet, calm headspace i used to have is just gone. i feel like i’ve lost my vocabulary and my ability to articulate how i actually feel, so everything i say feels surface level and repetitive.
even my curiosity feels stunted. i used to wonder about things for hours, but now if i don’t get an immediate answer, i just lose interest. it’s like i traded my imagination for a shorter fuse and a total lack of focus. my personality used to have so much more color and depth, and now it feels like i'm just reacting to things instead of actually thinking. i'm just trying to remember how to be that person again.
Alice (1988) was Švankmajer’s answer to all the sweetened fairy-tale versions. He wanted it strange, dreamlike, unsettling — not charming, but an amoral dream you wander through half-awake.