The flames crackled softly, and in their crackling she heard the whispered name Jon Snow. His long face floated before her, limned in tongues of red and orange, appearing and disappearing again, a shadow half- seen behind a fluttering curtain. Now he was a man, now a wolf, now a man again.
I report back to you from my adventures in Oscar Isaac’s Early Filmography with a review of Won’t Back Down:
it’s about Women with Children Getting Shit Done, which as you know appeals to me as a genre
Oscar Isaac plays the Sexy Girlfriend role, where he is essentially Maggie Gyllenhal’s prize for being a good person who Works Hard and who Cares about Society. we all deserve nice things, right?
she already has the best clothes, but why settle for that?
because you too deserve to be banging a hot ELEMENTARY SCHOOL TEACHER who LOVES THE KIDS and JUST WANTS TO TEACH! but he doesnt get the big picture about Society, you know? she does. she explains it to him. then he gets it.
he brings food to her flat and cooks it
the food involves vegetables
is there a man in YOUR life who spontaneously cooks you vegetables? well woo fucking hoo for you if there is
after cooking vegetables for her and her kid (oh yeah the kid’s there, this isn’t SEXY cooking, this is weeknight dinner) he lets her PULL his HAIR in the KITCHEN (he seems to really dig this part. i really dig this part. here’s a screencap of this part:)
and possibly most importantly, he advances the plot by being her booty call babysitter.
seriously! she just calls him up for a quick peck on the cheek and then leaves him entertaining her child with his ukulele so she can go out and CHANGE SOCIETY with Viola Davis
do you know why Women with Children don’t get more shit done? We’re too busy buying and cooking vegetables and we can’t go the fuck out in the evening because of our KIDS
kids listen to me I am 37
one day you too will understand the power of my yearning for oscar isaac to come to my house, cook me vegetables and play the ukulele to my kids so i can GO THE FUCK OUT AND ADVANCE THE FUCKING PLOT ALREADY
In conclusion: what do women want? protagonism, vegetables and hot babysitters. next question.
I am just a poor boy
Though my story’s seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles
Such are promises
All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of a railway station
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Now the years are rolling by me
They are rocking easily
I am older than I once was
And younger than I’ll be
But that’s not unusual
No, it isn’t strange
After changes upon changes
We are more or less the same
After changes we are
More or less the same
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the remainders
Of every glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still remains
I wish I had known about Toothiana when I was a little girl. She would have brought me a lot of hope and courage. I wish I had known about the sword wielding Tooth Fairy of Indian descent whose wings were like a jewel encrusted hawk’s. I wish I had known about this amazing heroine who is fiercely loyal to her parents even though they are lost to her, who prefers the company of children to anyone else, who chooses mercy over hatred even though it burns. These days I try to be like Katherine: quiet, thoughtful and wise, but in my heart there is still a little girl who thinks Toothiana is just about as good as it gets, a little girl who says “I want to be just like her.”
Largely acknowledged as a trick of exposure and light affecting airborne particles or insects, some believe these luminous artifacts, invisible to the naked eye but appearing when captured on photographic film, are in fact creatures speculated to be of extraterrestrial or even extra-dimensional origins.