insane twist

Netflix's A Series of Unfortunate Events and that insane plot twist

I used as much round about language as I could in order to avoid giving out spoilers, but I’m still putting a spoiler alert. Because I’m not saying you won’t read this and I be able to hazard a guess, but if you scroll past it you won’t see any certain words that will jump at out you or have your mind blown. Read at your own risk. Here goes:

I feel like the plot twist in Netflix’s ASOUE that was NOT in the books, isn’t them twisting the story. The author of the books writes for the show, he wouldn’t be THAT unfaithful to the source material with as meticulous as he was creating the entire universe of those stories. I mean heck, the guy went as far as to write an autobiography of the ‘author’ Lemony Snicket, who is also a character IN the book’s world.

I think it’s a clever use of the medium of TV to cover more of the story from multiple points of view. The entire 13 book series was solely from the eyes of the three children, with Lemony narrating. If there is ANYTHING those books hammer in your head it’s:
(1) Point of View is everything, you’ll only see it how the person telling the story WANTS you to see it or how they see it or, simplified, you’ll only see the truth as much as the narrator knows the truth.
(2) Even adults can be unreliable, easily tricked, and manipulated. Getting older does not make you less prone to that.

And while the books tell only the story of the Baudelaire children, only following them directly, they are written by an adult, Lemony Snicket who, despite his best investigations, believed what he was told was truth.

I see the plot twist reveal as a thank you to the fans like me who adore these books, because their minds will be absolutely blown (maybe even a little blown if you never read them but at least watched the movie with Jim Carey), while also using a medium that allows you to constantly flip back and forth between point of views and not lose any momentum, to explore deeper into the story for EVERYONE.

Well done Netflix. Well done Daniel Handler.
A-fuckin-plus.

Even though a happy, sweet, open- and good-hearted America is in my opinion very nice and cute - dark, twisted, partially-insane, calculating, mischievous, intellectual, observant, imperialistic America will always be my favourite. To read, to write, to build up and portray and characterise - absolutely my personal choice.

Whether it be him hiding away that absolute darkness, concealing it from all the other nations because he knows they would be terrified of him, terrified of it, and yet he accepts it and embraces it (creates a mere mask to hide a smart face),

Whether it be him trying to keep the seal on a crack on his mind, because he knows what he is capable of and is trying to keep himself still sane and denies that part of him, that inhuman, cold, powerful part of him,

Whether it be him maintaining his complete power position at the top of the world through a carefully-crafted precarious balance of made from the fear and admiration he instills in other nations,

goddamn

I was at the Lake and some boat stared to play “can’t help falling in love” by Elvis and I JUST STARTED TO FLIP OUT IN THE WATER AND TRY TO CATCH MY BREATH WHILE I STARTED TO CRY.

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2016 - Brave New Voices - Grand Slam Finals: Daveed Diggs

600 young people from across the world take center stage at the 19th Annual Brave New Voices International Youth Poetry Slam Festival for a week of workshops, poetry slam, performances, and civic engagement from July 12 – 16, 2016 in Washington, D.C. This year’s festival theme takes it’s inspiration from Langston Hughes’ poem “I, Too” redefining what it means to be American in the 21st Century. Powered by Youth Speaks.

When I say “shoot,” you say, “shoot
Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot

Got a world wonderin’ when it’s all gonna burn
Warnings are warm as the block is getting hot as a perm
Get it straight
My n*ggas ain’t waitin’ for turns
It’s time to take it
Our place in the line ain’t a concern

We trace our lines to the ‘80’s where they threw out the razors
Cuttin’ the white on the table was for ballers and players
Our parents, still in the hustle, burnt the rock into vapors
So hard demeanors when '80’s babies gas on you haters

An era defined by cracks and whether to slip into 'em
We transfit it to the beat, then we eat the beats like communion
Embody these wafers, waverin’
Wave at 'em with the rillo and stay so deep in the cup
We drink blood and we call it moscato
What up, gangsta

You really wanna bang yo set?
When we rep gangs chained to tracks and swing raps like mallets?
Its arm and hammers built the ground for which these crews fight
And don’t none of us own shit, so it’s nothin’ to lose, right?

You seein’ this mobbin’ on your television
You can close your eyes, but you gonna have to listen
Mouthpiece is a gun; the speech is the ammunition
Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot

The cameras are rollin’ and the lights flash
The footage is golden when the nights clash
Capture it quick; we livin’ the life fast
Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot

Yeah, real shit, n*gga
Out here fingerin’ the kill switch
The bills kill to n*gga D.O.A.
So when the repo came and sent me Cobain

I’ve made a bed of bones of all the rappers I admire
So that even when I’m sleeping, I can still find inspiration in their fall
Cause everybody fall off
I’m at the fiscal cliff base-jumpin’ with a sawed off
Shoot all these fake fly suckas now; all’s lost anyway
So we can parlay with this molotov cocktail mixologist

Rock sales and bottom bitches
Cock fights and n*gga riches
Rock ice and tunnel vision
Eyes front; focus forward

Feed the phenom your attention
The game can change
I will father invention
Me and Ms. Necessity got a thang goin’ on
I keep fuckin’ that chick to your new style is born

You seein’ this mobbin’ on your television
You can close your eyes, but you gonna have to listen
Mouthpiece is a gun; the speech is the ammunition
Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot

What up
The footage is golden and the lights flash
The cameras are rolling and the nights clash
Capture it quick; we livin’ the life fast
Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot

And every Sunday morning we play dominoes with death
Counting spots upon the table
Slamming bones with baited breath
Knowin’ there’s not enough to build a house
The n*gga to your left has the fo-fo
Waitin’ for dem snake eyes to surface

Here surf sex, there’s sleep aid to the infinite insomnia
A whole generation awake, immune to marijuana
Cause that’s baseline and it’s nice, but the angles are never right
And we spangle the red and white
With the stars of the blues we write

I’ve been howlin’ wolf and sheepish grinning
Look beneath the beating, bleeding, seething city
See, we all been G'ing since we were teethin’
And while searching for the meanin’
Misdemeanors of the fleeing folk
Runnin’ while holdin’ still
Cup of purple posture leanin’

And poets postulate posthumous
The who, what, where, and why
But the 'how’ escapes us all
Cause our souls are too old to cry
So we bangin’ the best we can
And we doin’ it lookin’ fly
And we celebrate independence
By shootin’ guns in the sky

You seein’ this mobbin’ on your television
You can close your eyes, but you gonna have to listen
Mouthpiece is a gun; the speech is the ammunition
Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot / Shoot