It’s one of those films that the less you know about the better, so I’m not going to talk about the plot. You have to watch it to see, but I promise it’s worth it. It begins with cliché scenes and it looks like it will be a boring story, but then BOOMYA EVERYTHING CHANGES.
It’s funny and touching at the same time, so I cried watching some scenes but I laughed as well. AND I LITERALLY NEVER LAUGH, I DON’T KNOW WHY I FOUND THIS FILM FUNNY. Don’t expect a comedy film, though: the theme is very serious and sad.
The actors are sooo good and the characters get you really involved with the story. Anaïs Demoustier is so cute that it hurts my soul.
Oh man, I live for french cinematography.
How awkward it would be to watch it with you parents: well, a lot. I mean, I watched it with my grandmother and I survived. But… ehm… awkward?
“Blessed are the poor in Spirit.” This is the first necessary state of being for all who desire to walk the path of regeneration. Those who approach the mountain have come to a deadlock in this world; while living, they have died with respect to this nature. They have ceased to expect anything from this world and they have no mind to pursue any further worldly ambitions, except to pay the inevitable price for their presence in this nature. They inwardly experience the presence of a reality other than this disorder, but they do not yet know it. They have heard the call and they react to it; they come nearer to the source but cannot yet reach the living Water itself. They cannot approach the new reality for they do not as yet possess an adequate quality of spirit and soul to do so. It appears that their ego is a delusion. They do not possess an inner spirit but only a certain “I”-consciousness, a biological instinct with a thinking capacity. They know themselves to be human animals. So there is a great craving within them, an intense need for light and force. They search and struggle for the true Spirit which is theirs, but which is denied them. They crave for the Spirit which would be able to pronounce a new creative fiat. They seek for a door but they cannot find it. They are in profound soul anguish, in great dismay, and overcome by a feeling of emptiness. They are conscious of being “poor in Spirit.” They have lost their self-confidence and all their bragging has been driven out of them. They have become very unpretentious, they know their poverty of Spirit and at the same time their unsatisfied craving for the Spirit. When this psychological state, born of blood and tears, born out of life itself has reached a crisis, the seeker is lifted up to the Mountain and he hears the voice saying, “Blessed are the poor in Spirit, for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven.” The condition of being nothing, not willing anything, and not able to be anything, together with the profound need of the new fulfillment, create the primary condition for the binding with the distant – and yet so very near – Kingdom. Hence, this poverty in Spirit is the primary condition on the way to self-realization.
Okay you guys know I go hard for big gooey romantic love confessions from the idiots, but consider the following:
Platonic “I love you.”
Maka casually calling out I love you as they’re both heading to bed at night. Soul saying a gruff love ya at the end of a phone call when they’re separated for a few days. Hugs and love when they’re going to be away from each other for the day, something Maka started because she knows too well that you never know when the last time you see someone could be the last, because life is unpredictable and she never wants the last words she says to her partner to be anything other than that. Continual, easy reassurance that they are cared for, that they are first in each others’ lives, that they are loved, unconditionally.
And perhaps over time those I love yous take on a different connotation. Perhaps they blossom into romantic love as well. Perhaps they don’t. But they are sincere and absolute, and they both know from the bottom of their souls that they are cherished beyond anyone in their partner’s heart.
The OQ fandom is grieving over the loss of our canon ship and the lack of focus it has received this season. We are angry that the soul of a man who lived selflessly and gave his life to save the woman he loves was obliterated into nothing. We don’t understand why his funeral wasn’t filmed as a time to allow Regina to mourn and for her family and friends to show her support. We can’t fathom that a show about hope allows a little boy to be orphaned and won’t even grant us a moment to watch him be reunited with his father before he dies. We are livid that the only manner A & E can seem to come up with to further the plot is “Let’s hurt Regina again and make everyone wonder if she’ll go dark.”
Been there. Done that. Have the t-shirt…and the guidebook…and the mug.
We are feel betrayed by the writers and powers that be for selling us a story about second chances and soul mates and then basically saying, “Gotcha, suckers!” We didn’t get essential conversations between Robin and Regina until minutes before we lost our ship. Many of us are still deciding if we’re going to continue to watch the show at all. I pretty sure I can’t. In obliterating the soul of a good man, they’ve trashed the very hope that one day R&R can be reunited or that he’ll ever be able to once again be with his children.
That’s may be A&E’s version of hope. But it isn’t mine.
So we are weeping while others are celebrating the reunion of their ship. CS has every right to be happy that Emma and Killian are back together. It’s normal and good that there is some happiness in the Ouat fandom today, and I bear no one ill will for relishing their ship. I ship CS, but I’ll be honest–I feel nothing but pain today and disgust at the lack of respect the writers showed Robin’s characters and OQ shippers.
So please–don’t pick at those who are hurting if you’re celebrating today. And if you’re heartbroken, just as I am, do your best to rant without attacking those who don’t feel the loss of Robin as we do. We all have a right to feel what we feel, but along with every right comes a responsibility.
Let’s do fandom responsibly. Let’s help each other heal. Let’s allow those who are happy to be happy. Let’s cherish what we love. Let’s remember that our own feelings aren’t the only ones that are relevant. And let’s always remember that behind every blog is a real human being.
May you feel the sun on your face, CSers.
May your day be gentle, my fellow OQers. And if you need a warm blanket, a place to vent, or just a hug, my inbox is open.