film is my life

anonymous asked:

I'm so happy you mentioned A Little Chaos. It was something Alan Rickman poured so much effort into as Director before his illness, it was so many years in the making, and then it just sank without trace. Makes me sad. So yeah. :)

I love that he also used his film as an opportunity to nurture young talent! I looked up the composer after being blown away by the score and figured it must be some old person but no, it’s some cellist younger than me (lolsob what have I done with my life? Certainly not scoring a lush beautiful film for ALAN RICKMAN.) who only had one or two small credits to his name at the time.

Given the themes of the story in loss and aging and legacy it’s just SO tender and bittersweet and touching to know it was one of his final, beloved pieces of work. Yes, bits of it are melodramatic and the storyline isn’t perfect but damn I’ve never yet come out of a theatre thinking a movie had nothing to improve. And, I mean, looking over some of the reviews, the worst anybody can come up with beyond that is calling it an “anachronistic feminist fantasy about an 18th-century female landscape designer” and I’m like YOU HAD ME AT ANACHRONISTIC FEMINIST FANTASY. “Everyone’s playing dress-up”, well, shit, isn’t that living the dream?

If I want to watch a documentary I know where to find one, and as long as a film is faithful in general to the confines of its era, character-driven deviations from historical stereotypes in the name of narrative impact are fine by me.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

“It’s probably under the moonlight that we see that black boys can be blue, can be sad and sullen and intimate,” he said. “It’s under starlight that we see them differently, or that we get the chance to.”

“Because we rarely see ourselves in those hues or under that gauze. We see ourselves in the harsh police light or the amber of street lights, but what is it when the reflection of the sun in the moon is sitting on these bodies. What beauty can we see?”

- Tarell McCraney