idk how other people see it, but to me anne’s relationship with max is a journey of self discovery but not in the “oh, i’m into women” sense. that’s far too simple. i always felt that max being a woman was a non-issue to anne? it wasn’t about her being attracted to a woman, but the fact that she was attracted to someone that wasn’t jack.
maxanne starts out as anne discovering something about herself yes, but to me it wasn’t her sexuality. at least not completely. like she’s attracted to women, great! but like i said that’s not the issue. we never see anne being all “holy moly! but you’re a lady!” if anything, it’s about anne finding out that she can have a sexuality that’s not tied up with jack. that’s the whole point. maxanne to me is about anne discovering herself as a person. AWAY FROM JACK. that’s why that relationship is so important to me.
i remember seeing something a while back along the lines of “maxanne was an unflattering representation of wlw because it made it seem like they can’t control themselves” or whatever. (which i find hilarious because this is a show in which vaneeleanor exists and that’s the biggest example of two people apparently not being able to control themselves when it comes to the other, even if that relationship is incredibly toxic for both of them. i mean look at both of their sex scenes ffs. talk about no self control.) but to me, anne doesn’t desperately latch on to max because “oh, my! lesbian sex is great!”. she does so because she’s finally finding a part of herself that belongs to her and her alone. it’s about finding her own identity.
anne spent her whole life since she was 13 years old dependent on jack. knowing nothing but him. acting like him. doing what he asked her to do. the idea that she could have her own identity unrelated to him never even crossed her mind. she says and quote: “i was 13. i always thought he saved me from something. always been so fucking grateful. now i wonder… maybe jack took me from something i was supposed to figure my own way out of. maybe he took away the chance to get strong enough to save myself. to grow up. instead, i went with him, did what he did, did what the others did. thought i’d become one of them. if i’m not what i was when i was born, and i ain’t what i’ve become instead… what the fuck am i?”
anne never had an opportunity to figure who she really is. “i did what he did, did what others did”, she spent her whole life mimicking others. until max. she doesn’t have to do that with max.
being with max gave her a freedom she didn’t know she could have. and she’s inebriated with it at 1st. but it passes and she starts caring for and loving her instead. like she says, she doesn’t feel like she owes max anything, not like she does with jack. and that allows her to be a different person. to finally be herself. to figure out what being herself means.
people love to portray max as the predatory lesbian taking advantage of anne (so gross), but that’s because they can’t conceive or don’t want to accept that anne’s relationship with jack is based on the fact that anne knew and had nothing else but him her whole life. that she felt indebted to him. but not to max. she was with max for so long because she fell in love with her. genuinely loved her. and she’ll never have that with jack.
i’m not trying to dismiss rackhanne. mostly because i believe it’s impossible and i’m not an hypocrite. i think anne will always care deeply for jack, for better or worse. he’s been her companion her whole life, her family and you can’t shake off something like that. who she is will always be tied up to him. but it doesn’t change the fact that as a relationship its basis is incredibly unhealthy.
and i hate how people oversimplify anne’s journey in s2. how they just want her to go back to jack. fuck everything else. how the fact that she “leaves max” for him, means she undoubtedly chooses him. (does she even choose to leave max? max is the one that tells her that it’s best for them to go their separate ways. anne never shows that she wants to leave her. she just follows max’s wishes.) because they don’t fucking get it. because, let’s all be honest here, they don’t actually care about anne at all. they care about their ship. they care about jack. but they don’t give a fuck about what it all means for anne and it’s infuriating.
i’ve talked about how rackhanne in s3 makes me incredibly uncomfortable for several reasons, and the fact that people don’t give a flying fuck about how jack uses anne however he pleases pisses me off. how he takes her for granted. even after everything. how he has no problem putting her in danger to achieve his own goals.
ffs, look at this fucking quote: jack: “you said anne is alive, did you not? i would argue as long as that is true, there’s a chance, however remote, that she will frustrate your efforts to send me off to my death.” rogers: “out of curiosity, how would she go about doing that?” jack: “well, i have no idea. everything and anything in her power, i imagine, up to and including walking out in the middle of the road ahead of us to be RUN OVER by your horses in the hope of slowing you down for even a moment.”
i’m so very sorry but this will never sit well with me. particularly because it’s true. and anne is agonizing over losing him: “we miss that caravan, you lose, what? money? your war? what i got to lose ain’t something so easy to recover from.” while jack doesn’t really show any concern for anne’s safety at all.
i feel so blessed today for the gift that Black Sails has given me: Eme having important lines, Madi and her having long conversations, Max and Eleanor working together. Just women, being badasses, helping each other, and running the show <3
Imagine Chris freaking out after you get injured on set.
Chris sat in the corner on his phone as quietly and as non-distractive as possible while you and Sebastian worked with the body doubles and Max, the stunt coordinator. The same stunt coordinator that told Captain America to either “sit in the corner with your mouth shut and your hands to yourself” or “wait in your trailer until we’re done”; Chris chose the former.
The two of you had the reputation of being extremely disruptive and distracted when together, it was like a nightmare for most directors and stunt coordinators; it didn’t help that the two of you were married now. The only reason you were constantly being casted as co-stars was because of the chemistry and connection you and Chris effortlessly produced; it was absolute magic that no director could recreate with two strangers. Sure, it was a little annoying and slightly exhausting to repeatedly tell the two of you to concentrate but at the end of the day, the two of you would always execute the job to perfection with maximum effort; it made up for the fits of laughter and pranks you’d pull on each other and the rest of the cast.
Speaking of the rest of the cast, everyone had finished their rehearsals for the day and were now either resting in their trailers or back at the hotel. Your loving husband, however, was giving up his much needed down time to shower you with moral support. It was the same in every movie you were in together, he stayed behind for you and you stayed behind for him; the perks of being with someone in the same industry.
Though moral support wasn’t the only reason he was staying behind- especially while you were working on a MCU movie- he was more than a little worried about you getting hurt. You’d gotten hurt before just sliding across a row of tables being the adorable clumsy dork you were, and now that you were working on a fight sequence, with Sebastian of all people- the guy who wasn’t good at pulling his punches- Chris thought it’d be better if he stayed and watched. Sebastian accidentally punched Chris once- a matter that was easily dropped- but God help Sebastian if he accidentally punched you.
Now that you thought about it, Chris probably wasn’t the best person to have around considering he was the person to distract you about eighty percent of the time. It was no wonder Max gave him the ultimatum he did. You just hope the two of you had enough self-control to finish the rehearsal without your usual shenanigans; you really didn’t want to take a hit or get injured even before the filming started.
Chris looked up from his phone and watched you and Sebastian follow Max’s instructions to the tee. It was the key to staying unharmed while performing your own stunts, something you had decided to take more seriously after your last injury; the bruise on your hip lasted for at least a week. Chris smiled proudly when he saw you nail the sequence, his wife was one badass and he felt the need to say it out loud completely forgetting the instructions Max had left him with.
“My wife’s a badass,” Chris whooped just as you were about to duck Sebastian’s punch, distracting you for a split second and causing you to fall out of the rhythm. “Oh, shit!” He scrambled to his feet and ran over when Sebastian’s fist clipped your jaw, sending you on your ass.
“Oh my God,” Sebastian gasped and quickly rushed to your side, dropping to his knees. “Y/N, I am so so so sorry.” He rambled as his hands hovered over you, unsure if he should help you up or leave you alone considering he just punched you in the face.
“Ow,” you half chuckled, half whimpered as you rubbed your jaw.
“Y/N,” Chris ran and dropped to his knees, sliding across the mat to you. “Oh my God, that’s-” He covered his mouth with his hand, looking slightly horrified at what his little whoop did. “Fuck, that’s my bad. I’m so sorry, I completely forgot that-” He looked up at Max and Max shook his head at him with furrowed brows. “I am so sorry,” he held his hands up in surrender.
“Don’t apologize to me,” Max beckoned his head at you. “Your wife is the one who just took a hit from a two hundred pound man.” Chris and Sebastian both winced at that. “I’ll go get you some ice, Y/N.” He said and you nodded with a grateful smile.
“I am so sorry,” Sebastian said again and you chuckled softly, shaking your head because it wasn’t his fault. “I honestly didn’t mean to hit you, I’ve been trying to pull my punches and I thought that we’ve been doing-”
“Seb, it’s fine,” you laughed. “It really doesn’t hurt that much,” you lied because it stung like a bitch. “Plus it’s not your fault, it’s mine and-” you shot Chris a dirty look and he chuckled. “My stupid dork of a husband. If this is about me getting the last Snickers bar yesterday, man up and punch me yourself. Don’t get your best friend to do it for you,” you joked and the two men laughed.
“I’m so sorry,” Chris gently caressed your face in his hands. “I didn’t think, I was just watching you be this crazy badass and I kind of felt the need to tell people you’re my wife but everyone already knows that and-” He cut his rambling short with a soft chuckle, “I’m really sorry, sweetheart.”
“Prove it,” you bit playfully.
“In front of Seb?” Chris whispered with widened eyes. “Can’t we just wait-” You cut him off with a shake of your head and he heaved a sigh. “Fine,” he released your face and rose to his feet. Sebastian watched Chris with a raised brow whereas you just pressed your lips together to suppress your laughter. “This is the last time I stay behind with you,” he told you, trying not to smile as he got into position.
“Just do it,” you chuckled.
“Under the sea,
Under the sea,
Darling it’s better,
Down where it’s wetter,
Take it from me.” Chris sang as he did his own choreographed dance that never once failed to make you laugh. It was possibly the dorkiest thing he could ever do and you were always the only one to witness it, but now Sebastian was too.
“Oh my God,” Sebastian laughed.
“Up on the shore they work all day,
Out in the sun they slave away,
While we devotin’
Full time to floatin’
Under the seaaaa.” He finished and bowed as you and Sebastian clapped, laughing hysterically. Yes, it was embarrassing but he loved you enough to do things like that. “Are we square now?” He asked when he helped you to your feet.
“Depends,” you shrugged, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“On what?” He narrowed his eyes in confusion.
“If this bruises,” you smirked, “I’m going to need you to perform ‘Be Our Guest’.”
I think one of my favorite parts of Mad Max Fury Road is the fact that Furiosa fought Immortan Joe, not Max. Max had the fight with one of the secondary bad guys, a fight/role that’s usually relegated to the “sexy sidekick/definitely secondary” female role.
Furiosa fought the main big bad, Immortan Joe, taking Hollywood traditional gender roles in action movies and shattering them into itty bitty little pieces.
I’m truly grateful Charlize Theron and Tom Hardy played Max and Furiosa because let’s face it, their offscreen chemistry or lack thereof completely informed their onscreen one so much that it was palpable, it was raw and real. But more than that, they’re actors who are completely 100% dedicated to their work and delivering on their commitments, fully committing themselves to their respective roles.
Like to me Max and Furiosa are real? Tom and Charlize ARE Max and Furiosa in this sense. They give nothing less than a hundred, and their offscreen presence is just as real and visceral as their onscreen one.
I appreciate them both okay and the work they brought into Mad Max: Fury Road. They’re both fucking badass ok I just ccnsjzj I have feelings.
Speaking of things I don’t know if I mentioned, and I know everyone else has talked about it, too, but holy fuck Mad Max: Fury Road was amazing. Like, just a string of incredibly badass chase scenes and awesome post-apocalyptic vehicles and fucking amazing stunts and holy jesus christ it was an amazing action flick that also had some really fantastic stuff from a gender politics point of view, because the whole “WE ARE NOT THINGS” and dealing with toxic masculinity and Furiosa is just incredible and oh my god this movie, you guys, really, it was great.