Avatar The Last Airbender.

here’s the thing about greta gerwig’s little women. it’s really not just about jo anymore. almost every adaptation of little women has been a version of here’s jo and her sisters who have two dimensional stories. meg marries off, she’s happy. beth dies and nobody is really that sad because we never got to know her well. amy married laurie and everyone is confused. but with gerwig’s telling, she affords every sister real autonomy and story. she showed the struggle and sacrifice and love that meg has. she gives beth one of the most beautiful story arcs ever. she lets beth exists in the movie and grow on us before her death. and she completely translates amy to a character that may have always been right there, but not properly communicated. amy and laurie make sense. you feel beths absence. you understand meg. and you still have jo right there in focus. but they all feel real. the other three don’t feel like accessories anymore but real and important characters of the story. and it’s fucked if gerwig doesn’t get nominated for best adapted screenplay and direction because she took a 150 year old story and made it seem brand new.

cinematic gold

The Last Jedi prediction

Luke: I believe what you were meaning to say is ‘thank you’.

Rey: Thank you?

Luke: You’re welcome!

Rey: What? no-no-no, I didn’t… why would I?

Luke: Okay okay *chuckles*

Luke: ♫  I see what’s happening here You’re face-to-face with greatness and it’s strange You don’t even know how you feel, it’s adorable Well, it’s nice to see that Padawans never change Trust in the force, let’s begin Yes it’s really me, It’s Luke, breathe it in I know it’s a lot: the hand, the sight!  When you’re staring at a Jedi Knight! ♫ 

Didn’t expect that.

kagehina in quarantine (pt. 2: EXPOSÉ)

Bad News: Our boss locked the keys inside the building.

Good News: We didn’t have to wait around for a locksmith.

Bad News: My boss finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstory™. I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute girls.

Good News: A cute girl saw me do it.

Bad News: It was Maggie, and since she’s already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a fawn that was just too damn small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, she’ll never think I’m cool no matter what I do. It’s too late. She knows.

My new thing is finding women in old style outfits. I wish we could bring gowns, corsets and cloaks back.