It’s still painful that Treasure Planet 2 never happened. The sequel had already reached the storyboard stage, Willem Dafoe was set to voice the villain, and recording was close to beginning before Disney pulled the plug. One of biggest “what ifs.”
Movies like The Chronicles of Narnia and Pirates of the Caribbean still hold up as some of the best cgi in the industry compared to any modern day “live action” slop and I mourn the soul and creativity movies used to be filled with instead of just pathetic cash grabs 💔
reminding you that, during the covid-19 pandemic, i was hopeless in life and, suddenly, meryl streep, christine baranski, and audra mcdonald got together and performed the song 'the ladies who lunch'. who can survive without art, my god! incredible women!
Tinker Bell movies gave us a female-led world where romance was never the point. You slowly sink into this magical, colorful universe where women outnumber men. Terence’s film was cute but just the cherry on top.
USA. Summer. It is 95 degrees outside, and I am shivering inside a sandwich shop.
I have discovered how Americans forge strong souls.
Outside, the sun is trying to kill everyone. Inside this small restaurant, it is winter. My breath does not fog, but it is thinking about it. A man near me is eating a cold sandwich while wearing a jacket. In summer. Indoors.
In Japan we would simply turn it down. Americans do not turn it down. And now I understand them better than they understand themselves.
This cold is not an accident. This cold is a gift.
The owner has built, inside his shop, a second season. He invites you in from the brutal heat and hands you the one thing the sun has denied you all day: a reason to be cold. To endure it is to be tempered. You walk in soft and sweating. You walk out sharp and clear, a slightly stronger person than you were.
So I did not complain. I removed my outer layer and offered it to the woman at the next table, who was hugging herself. She said, "Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you." She was not fine. Her lips were blue. But she, too, understood the training. She would not break first. I respected her deeply.
The owner asked if everything was okay.
"It is perfect," I said, through my teeth, which were chattering. "Thank you for the winter."
He said, "...I can turn the AC down if you want?"
I told him no. A man does not ask the mountain to be shorter.
I stayed two hours. I ordered a hot coffee to survive. Then a second one, to hold. By the end I could no longer feel my hands, but my spirit had never been clearer.
So now, on the hottest days, I seek out the coldest rooms. I sit. I shiver. I sharpen.
And when I finally step back out into the summer heat, and it wraps around me like a warm bath, I feel it.
Reborn.
A man who has survived the winter, in August, indoors, for the price of a sandwich.
USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.
For me Barbie was the first feminist icon in animation. Endless careers, no prince needed, just a girl showing other girls they could be anything. That’s why we were all obsessed
You see ur father DIE and can't grieve bc all of the sudden you're in charge of ur family and r asked to choose between ur sister and your MOM and then she tells u she wants to DIE so you repress ur feelings for a decade & when you finally open up to someone she almost DIES too
everything about santana exposing brody is hilarious: the way she tells the story, the specificity of every sentence and the flashback of her absolutely wrecking the apartment looking for proof 😭