Last night, they raped an underage girl and, even in the midst of that trauma, the camera focused on Theon and how painful it was for him to watch it. Sansa is raped in her childhood home, in her parent’s bed, where the only good times of her life were spent. And even the horror of sexual violence in the only safe place that she has ever known isn’t the focus of the scene. Pain does not even belong to the woman who has to suffer it.
One of the most versatile and talented thespians of his generation, John
Hurt has been turning out one amazing performance after another for
decades. Probably best known as Kane, the first victim of the xenomorph
in Alien, he’s well known to a whole new generation of younger
viewers from his roles in movies like Harry Potter, Hellboy, and Indiana
Jones 4. This is my tribute to a brilliant actor.
in a way there’s this really essentialist culture like if a movie ain’t a masterpiece then it’s not worthwhile and that’s so reductive and terrible re: appreciating all the minutiae of art
sometimes a movie is whatever but a performance is wonderful. sometimes the performances are whatever but the story is important. sometimes the story is lacking but the direction is effective, brings something new to the table
you gotta watch movies and see all their different moving parts and be able to appreciate when certain parts are great, are sometimes fucking amazing, even if the whole isn’t something to take home
this all or nothing bullshit is worthless when it comes to movies, when it comes to any kind of art. sometimes a movie is less than the sum of its parts so you have to look to the parts to see something worth your time
so many of my favorite movies aren’t my favorite movies because they’re masterpieces that stop my breath they’re my favorite movies because of a moment, because of one element of the movie, because i saw the movie at the right time in my life, because a part of it planted a thought in me that i couldn’t shake
I stopped reading here like what does this mean
Hey, person who wrote this. I’ll trade you my mental illness for all the Tumblr cred you feel like I have. No, seriously! Give me a yell and we’ll have a chat about how you’re gonna manage the anxiety and sickness and doubting your mind and jazz. You’ll be fine! Come and give it a try!