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fo4 companions as aesthetics
  • Cait: broken toothed smiles, shattered vintage liquor bottles, torn lace and bite marks, winter mornings at cold harbors, old tattoos with new ink crossing over and through.
  • Codsworth: freshly mowed grass, beds with mounds of fluffed pillows, apple pies cooling on windowsills, songbirds perched on telephone wires, photo albums added to since childhood.
  • Curie: fresh bouquets in glass vases, bay windows with sea views, fine china filled with herbal tea, old bicycles with wicker baskets, barefoot walks down rainy streets.
  • Danse: swords cast into mountaintops, metal bunkers hidden in dark woods, waves washing over jagged rocks, freshly fallen snow at daybreak, dark clouds with silver linings.
  • Deacon: out of context stills from 90s cartoons, roadside diners lost in the desert, second hand tie-dye shirts, endless horizons with wild skies, empty amusement parks at dusk.
  • Dogmeat: warm slippers, homemade cookies fresh from the oven, burning log fires, legs and paws tangled in fleece blankets, light spilling through drawn curtains.
  • Hancock: torn paintings and broken statues, anarchistic graffiti on monuments, ornate knives and quills, after-parties in palaces, handwritten letters with fingerprint marks.
  • MacCready: comic panels on cork boards, blurry photos of sappy drunks, dollar bills with false promises written on, walking highways at midnight, crumpled pictures of ex-lovers.
  • Nick: neon signs reflected in puddles on city streets, title cards from old movies, stars above skylines, smokey jazz bars with dimmed lights, partners rushing into an embrace.
  • Piper: old books and rumpled sheets, polaroids tinted with age, black coffee spilled onto hastily scribbled words, lipstick stains on cigarettes, clothes abandoned at the door.
  • Preston: patchwork sewn coats and quilts, campfires fading on forest floors, overgrown treehouses, flying burned and torn flags, wooden swords and old toys hidden beneath beds.
  • Strong: broken chain links, abandoned buildings with rusted walls, bandages pulled taut against skin, thorns and vines wrapped around wire fences, vandalized warning signs.
  • X6-88: leather cloaks and silk scarves, towers with mirrored windows, clean cut diamonds, geometric statues in stark colors and fine lines, skyline pools reflecting full moons.

No word in my ear, no word on the tip of my tongue.
It’s out there, I guess,
Among the flowers and wind-hung and hovering birds,
And I have forgotten it,
                                       dry leaf on a dry creek.
Memory’s nobody’s fool, and keeps close to the ground.

Charles Wright, from “Buffalo Yoga” in Buffalo Yoga: Poems (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2004)

I think it would’ve been better if Edgeworth was wearing his Bratworth outfit in that article, well, but since the anime gave us this precious Edgeworth scrapbook I’m willing to forgive them about minor details.

Now imagine. Phoenix, the young and innocent art student, saw Miles Edgeworth on the paper and immensely shocked.

Phoenix was dying to know what happened to his friend after all those years he’d been disappeared. Soon he started to research on Miles Edgeworth, collecting information about him, even making a whole scrapbook dedicated for photos and articles about the man. Phoenix also tried to contact him for numerous times but he never succeeded. “I tried to get in touch with him I don’t know how many times. He never replied.“

I think Phoenix also went to Edgeworth’s trial for a few times, sit in the gallery to watch how his-childhood-friend-turned-Demon-Prosecutor worked in the court. I mean, later Phoenix became the only attorney who ever defeated Edgeworth even though he was a total rookie, and I don’t think that shocking victory was just thanks to his unbelievable luck and his dead mentor. Phoenix was prepared himself. He researched Edgeworth thoroughly, knew about his style, and prepared to defeat him for years. “Meeting Edgeworth in the court” was literally the reason why Phoenix became a lawyer.

Edgeworth was a prodigy among prosecutors, and he already had quite a fandom at the time. What Phoenix was doing was practically same with other fans. Collecting information and writing fan letters and all. But Phoenix never considered himself a fanboy. Because unlike actual fans, he NEVER liked Edgeworth as a prosecutor. On the contrary, Phoenix was devastated over how much his friend had been changed. Edgeworth did anything for a guilty verdict, even used dirty tricks for it, and he didn’t even care whether the defendant was really guilty or not. No, Phoenix wasn’t a fan at all. Instead of drooling over how awesome Edgeworth was, he was really sad and angry. okay maybe a little drooling  man he’s hot

Phoenix knew that Edgworth had many fans as well as many haters. But neither of them really knew about Edgeworth. Those adoring fans said that they loved him because he was a genius, so cool, so handsome, a rich and refined gentleman. While the haters said that he was a demon, so heartless and evil, sacrificing innocent people for his own victory. Phoenix didn’t belong to either of those parties. He basically agreed to what haters said, but he never actually “hated” Edgeworth himself. He still remembered how Edgeworth saved him as a child, and how that boy wanted to become a defense attorney to save innocent people. For Phoenix, Edgeworth was a savior, not a demon.

In the end, Phoenix thought.

“I’m the only one who knows the real Edgeworth. I’m the only one who can save him.”

To me, the most impressive aspect of [this book] is the astonishing humanity that enables a white writer, for the first time in Southern fiction, to handle Negro characters with as much ease and justice as those of her own race. This cannot be accounted for stylistically or politically; it seems to stem from an attitude toward life which enables Miss McCullers to rise above the pressure of her environment and embrace white and black humanity in one sweep of apprehension and tenderness.
—  Richard Wright, on Carson McCullers’ The Heart is a Lonely Hunter
Baby Driver (2017) Review

Baby Driver is the latest film from the very talented writer-director Edgar Wright, who also brought us very fun and cool movies like Shaun of the Dead, Hot Fuzz and The World’s End (popularly known as the Cornetto Trilogy). Baby Driver boasts a talented cast of actors that include the likes of Ansel Elgort, Lily James, Jon Hamm, Jamie Foxx, John Bernthal and Kevin Spacey.

The titular character, Baby, is a young getaway driver for a gang of thieves that operate under Kevin Spacey’s character. As a driver, he is the most talented there is, but he also suffers from a condition called tinnitus, which is a constant buzz in his ears, so he has to rely on music to block that noise out. Speaking of which, music is an essential part in this film, it’s almost another character. Edgar Wright managed to achieve this wonderful thing, which is an action movie with great car chases and shootouts fusioned with a musical.

I will tell you right now that Edgar Wright managed to create some really cool car chase sequences that will populate the top 10 lists from now on. In fact, the opening scene is a spectacular car chase that takes place after a bank heist, it already has classic moments. The action in this film is truly wonderful, I cannot express this enough. But what separates this one from the other dozen action flicks out there, is the genius use of the music (you will rush home to download the soundtrack) but also the great characters that we start caring for instantly. Edgar Wright is really good writer that knows how to combine humor with action, and also bring homage to the classics.

Ansel Elgort never stood out to me in the other things he’d done, but in Baby Driver he really shines. He brings out this complex character that at times is really cool, but also has vulnerable moments. It’s really great to see that none of the actors are phoning it in. They all have a lot of fun with their roles, and that can be seen mostly in Jamie Foxx and Kevin Spacey. Also Jon Hamm’s character has a nice character arc that of course I won’t spoil here. Lily James is also really good as Debra, a waitress who falls in love with Baby, and she has really good chemistry with Elgort, altough the story revolving around them two felt a little rushed at times.

This is a truly good movie, in fact it’s one of the best movies of the year so far. It’s original and entertaining, but it also has some minor flaws, which is to be expected. Some of the characters (ahem Jon Bernthal ahem) don’t have as much screen time as they should have and the third act brings a little too much chaos. It’s an action movie, I’m not complaining, but sometimes too much can be too much. But this is minor nitpicking, as a whole, the movie works really great and it deserves a 9 out of 10.

AA writer #1: Hey, you know how we’re making that second Phoenix Wright game and some people won’t have played the first one so we need a tutorial at the start?

AA writer #2: Yeah? 

AA writer #1: Well how can we have a tutorial if Phoenix actually knows what he’s doing now? It won’t make sense to be teaching him things anymore.

AA writer #2: Oh shit, you’re right……

AA writer #2: …… Ok, well…..Have you thought about just hitting him over the head really hard so he loses his memory and has to relearn the whole lawyer thing? You can make it, like, really short term so it doesn’t affect the plot whatsoever after the first trial. I mean, I’m pretty sure that’s how amnesia works. 

AA writer #1: ………………………….

AA writer #1: Perfect


CBS Sunday Morning piece on War Paint

War Paint, the new Broadway musical about cosmetic icons Elizabeth Arden and Helena Rubinstein, earned four Tony nominations, including for its stars, Christine Ebersole and Patti LuPone. Richard Schlesinger interviews the actresses, along with biographer Lindy Woodhead and the show’s writer, Doug Wright, for the behind-the-scenes story of the competitive beauty magnates.