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In the Mood for Love (2000)

Directed by Wong Kar-Wai
Cinematography by Christopher Doyle, Pung-Leung Kwan, Ping Bin Lee

“He remembers those vanished years. As though looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.”

not every child of immigrants is taught their parents’ native tongue and some maybe never learn it to any fluency or might be fluent but not literate and then on top of that, some are intentionally not taught their parents’ native language at all…all that to say, just because someone has a cultural heritage of _____ doesn’t necessarily mean they know the language associated with that culture and it can be a point of pain when people assume or imply that they don’t know their “first language”

okay but Little Red Riding Hood retelling wherein the wolf is a guardian of the forest and all its creatures, but its life is tied to that of Little Red’s family. Under Grandmother’s rule, they have seen nearly a century of peace and prosperity. 

However, the Huntsman and his forces know that the old woman is dying, and when she goes, the wolf will die as well, leaving an opportunity to attack the forest. They’ve been biding their time for a hundred years, knowing that they cannot beat Grandmother’s wolf. 

What they don’t count on is Red. Sweet, little Red who is at her dying Grandmother’s deathbed, who holds her hand as she takes her final breath. Who, with tears shining in her eyes, whispers, “Goodbye Grannie. I’ll see you in the next life.” Curled next to the bed, the wolf howls once, a single note of mourning, before closing her eyes and joining Grandmother in death. 

Grandmother’s body isn’t even cold before the Huntsman bursts into the cottage, seeking to kill the next heir and her wolf before they can become a threat to him. 

“You should not be here,” Red says. Her voice wavers and tears still shine in her eyes, but she is unafraid. “Grannie wouldn’t like it.”

“Your Grandmother is dead, idiot girl,” the Huntsman snarls. “And you will join her.”

“No,” Red replies. “She will join me.” The blanket that Red used to cover Grandmother’s body shifts and an almighty growl shakes the foundations of the cottage. “You should run now,” Red offers as an enormous black wolf erupts from the bed where her Grandmother had lain. Her fur is the same dark color as Grannie’s, and she has their family’s legendary golden eyes.

And so continues the legacy of Red Riding Hood. In life, they support their forest home, and go on to protect it in death.