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In All of Time and Space

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Old enough to know better, still don't care. This blog is mostly cats and random interest.
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THIS ENTIRE SCENE WAS SO WELL DONE, the banality of the evil happening in this room, these are people that don’t feel cartoonishly evil, but instead the kind of people that just aren’t bothered by the knowledge of what they’re doing, that some of them are even fervent believers in the starving of people to get what they want, in the strip-mining them of everything of value on the planet, no matter how much of the landscape and the people they destroy. The dialogue of it all, “Security is an illusion. You want security? Call the Navy. Launch a regiment of troopers. We are healthcare providers. We treat sickness. We identify symptoms. We locate germs whether they arise from within or have come from the outside.”  Chilling. But also the use of the color in this scene, going from the more earthen tones of Cassian’s scenes on Ferrix or the brilliant greens and browns of Kenari or Aldhani, to this.  That it’s not just that it’s spotless and not a speck of dirt anywhere, but that it legitimately hurt my eyes just to look at it in some scenes.  The blinding whiteness of it, the coldness of that white, the sterility of that white, it was too bright, too impersonal, too soullness.  The brightness was turned up so hard that I almost had to look away from the screen because I felt like it was burning into my eyes. The entire room and every officer there is identical in uniform, half of them are looking down or away, rather than putting themselves potentially in the way of the lecture happening here, you can feel their fear to say anything.  There’s no debate happening, there’s nothing but cold white and gray and black, this is how the colors tell us that the Empire is empty of its soul. And it literally hurts to look at it.