me watching Jurassic world for the eighth time today: this movie would make so much more sense if Owen was a girl, if the raptors are matriarchal then they’d only respect a female alpha, not Owen, it’s would make more sense if it was Rowen Grady, badass raptor keeper like everything can be the same like she falls in love with Claire and gray and Zach still think she’s a badass and be like “your girlfriends a badass!” and “can we stay with you?!” “I’m not leaving you as long as you live!” “We meant her definitely her” like picture it, Rowen Grady with short cropped hair, kickass combat boots and still ex navy like wow okay Claire is definitely a little in love like Rowen would still be like “how’re you running in those shoes!” Still have the motorbike and it would just be amazing
There is no talk of finding Moana a husband. SHE is going to be chief of her village. No one can take that from her.
How Moana is a competent leader before she even sets out on her journey.
The village seems to have more or less a hereditary monarchy that disregards gender and the matriarchal influence is clear: Moana is mostly inspired by her grandmother and the major deity in this movie is a Mother Goddess.
“Crazy” does not mean worthy of ridicule.
The central questions: “Do you know who you are? How do you know who you are?” Those cut deep.
The sibling relationship between Moana and Maui.
The vision about the ancient wayfinders. And “Know the Way,” which makes the entire sequence a million times more emotional.
This might be a Disney Princess movie, but it is also solidly an action movie.
Moana doesn’t like being called “princess”.
The goddamn gold-plated glow-in-the-dark giant crab. Who sings well.
Forehead touches. Between a human girl and a goddess.
The fact that Heihei manages to do ONE USEFUL THING in the entire movie.
Moana is so sturdily built. She managed to clock Maui, of all people.
Nature has agency.
How Gramma Tala’s passing is quietly understated. Her last words to Moana are those of sincere encouragement and her death is not explicitly shown. But you see the huge luminous manta ray a couple minutes later and you just know.
The entire sequence at the beginning that depicts island life. And Chris Jackson’s singing. Everyone’s singing, really.
Moana gulping deep lungfuls of air the first time her canoe overturned is so realistic, I could feel myself choking on ocean water.
The coconut pirates. They are VICIOUS little fuckers.
Moana earning a place among Maui’s tattoos.
Gramma Tala’s spirit is solid enough to hug. No more “LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF SIMBA” from the clouds.
Disney smashing the fourth wall and throwing shade at their own Princess story formula.
Romance is never ever ever even hinted at. Because Moana is all of 16 years old and she has bigger things on her mind.
All the songs. ALL OF THEM. They hit just the right emotional cues.
How culturally rich Disney managed to make this movie.
The sheer vividness of the animation. The wealth of expression on the faces of these characters. The colors.
It makes me sick how in almost every single show or movie (mostly americans), when Mexico is involved, when there’s something in the plot happening in a Mexican city, it is like 99% ALWAYS pictured as a sandy, dusty little town with a couple strip-tease bars and clubs, old rotten motels and, for the most cliché ones, some chickens in the streets with stray dogs.
Well I am sorry to tell you, but there is more in Mexico. I mean, did they forget MexicofreakingCity, aka Ciudad de Mexico??
Or, I don’t know, maybe the city I am from, Guadalajara?
Ever heard of Monterrey (the city, not the freaking cheese)?
Or maybe Toluca?
I could list many other cities, but I’ll let you check them if you want and end with the lovely Puerto Vallarta (so long my love, we’ll see each other again, I promise)