To be honest, I’m not entirely sure with this one, I just wanted to draw Tommy again, and it’s too hot to think of nice poses. Not really my best work, but I’ve been awake over 24 hours because of the heat ^^;;; I kinda borrowed a bit from the shirt he wears at the beginning of Part 5, but I just kind of wanted to draw a more dressed-up looking version of him.
It’s kind of inspired a bit by a sequence I was writing a bit of today, basically Tommy and Deborah’s first actual “date,” which is filled with awkward. (And also a bit of angsty feelings because well, it didn’t work out with Megan in the end, so why would this be different? Not to mention the PTSD and stuff he’s still dealing with.)
Like, I get that most of your movie is still being computer generated, Mr. Spielberg. But whomever cut this trailer clearly doesn’t know what the heck the film is supposed to be about either. It was like two trailers squished together, with about 5 seconds of unique- topical shots that tell parts of the story: the stacks, Wade, sixers in AI rigs and their avatars, and then 90 seconds of pretty generic CGI battles and car chases. That could be any movie.
i’m almost entirely done processing Feelings About C, i think—although of course i’ve probably said that before and will perhaps say it again; these things come in waves, it isn’t a linear process, &c—but i keep getting stuck on, like, how do you reconcile (1) having someone assert [in that last conversation, even, so it’s not as if the data was out of date] that your relationship has been good and valuable to them, with (2) their seeming total disinterest in maintaining said relationship? i mean, more and more i think, well, probably i just don’t get a reconciliation; we humans contain multitudes and not everything we do is logically explicable or even in accordance with our own nominal values, and we lie to each other and even to ourselves, sometimes without even realizing it, because we need to preserve our own egos or are trying to preserve those of others, and ultimately i have to accept that we can’t wholly possess other people, even in understanding; sometimes to exist in this world is to have mysterious wounds visited on us without warning or justification, and the only thing to be done is to learn to bear that wounding with grace…
but still and all, a tiny wailing abandoned part of me can’t help wishing i understood!