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Top left is Carrie
Top right is the Love Witch - a feminist horror movie that pretends it is from the 60s. It is very convincing in that endeavor. I personally didn’t like the movie, but have endless respect for the vision and how it was crrated. The director, Anna Biller, recently made a new movie called The Face of Horror, that also pretends to be from around the 60s and/or 70s and it looks really beautiful. Haven’t seen it, though.
Bottom left is Jennifer’s Body
Bottom right is The VVitch - not Pearl. The VVitch is a period piece about fanatical religion in settler times and how a coven of actual witches starts messing with one fanily that has been cast out of the larger community and must life close to a dark, fucked up forest.
Pearl is about a woman who is stuck on her parents’ farm and wants to be a movie star while also displaying signs of sadism and delusions of grandure. The difference between Pearl and The VVitch is that we feel sorry for the girl in the VVitch who gets blamed for pretty much every bad thing that happens to the family as she is slowly blossoming into a woman and doesn’t know who to turn to for support and guidance.
Pearl is about a disturbed girl who snaps under the pressure of being stuck in a life she doesn’t want and that the dream that has kept her alive all these years, will never go anywhere. Not so much a “good for her” type of story. More like a “feels bad, man” type of story.
Here’s a couple of other “good for her” types of horror movies:
American Mary - very fun watch
Midsommar - artsy
Ready Or Not - goofy, but fun
I Spit On Your Grave - not a fun watch
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Literally how my brain works. Not diagnosed with anything, though.
Jeg har totaltsmadret min søvn og min kæreste spurgte mig om det var myldertanker, for det plejer det at være, men nej. Det er dummere og jeg har ingen at tale med det om xD
Et podcast jeg plejede at følge er lige gået i opløsning fordi dets vært har smadret sit ægteskab ved at have en affære med en af de ansatte og min indre drama-bitch, som ellers har været i dvale på det sidste mens jeg har guflet bøger og lyttet til filosofi-podcasts, har lugtet blod og kravler ud af sin hule.
The duality of man.
Det er ekstra slemt i denne sag fordi podcastet, H3, er kendt for at være et mand og kone brand og ægtemanden taler jævnligt om utroskab på sit podcast og om hvor meget han hader det. Han har virkelig også malket “The Try Guys” skandalen igennem årene og det er fanme ironisk, at han mere eller mindre bevidnede alle de ting, der skete med Ned Fulmer og havde alle de korrekte takes og så ender han med at gøre præcis det samme, ned til nærmest mindste detalje. Det er næsten beat for beat, den samme sag. Bord, mød min kæbe.
Så jeg fik ikke lige sovet så meget i nat. Ups. Prisen for min dumhed lader til at være en spontan forkølelse.
2·8 天前
Som en, der voksede op i nærheden af en minkavler og har været inde, helt tæt på og se hvordan forholdene er som lille, så kan jeg kun sige, at det fanme er på tide at gøre det ulovligt. Folk forstår ikke hvor fucked up det er. Jeg legede nogle gange med minkavlerens datter og hun viste mig, hvordan de slår dem ihjel, hvilket var så mærkeligt at jeg i dag kun kan huske en stor rund maskine, som jeg simpelthen ikke forstod og jeg forestillede mig at de smed minkene derind og snurrede dem rundt ligesom i en tørretumbler, men det er nok ikke sådan det var. Kan bare huske mig at de viste mig det og at noget i min hjerne bare oversatte det til “stor, rund tørretumbler”.
Det blev en slags tapperhedstest at gå ind til minkburene og gå hele vejen igennem til den anden side. De dyr var fuldstændig vanvittige og de levede i hvad der svarede til rottefælder. Deres foder var en slags masse, der bare blev klattet ud på toppen af buret som de kunne slikke i sig gennem nettet og der lå små bjerge af lort på jorden under hvert bur. Forestil dig at du lever i en gitterkasse, der akkurat er stor nok til at du kan snurre rundt om dig selv og intet andet? Og snurre rundt gjorde de. Hele tiden. Når man gik igennem deres område, gik de fuldstændig amok. Bed i tremmerne, hvinede, løb rundt om sig selv og jeg var ikke et sekund i tvivl om at hvis der ikke var jernnet mellem mig og dem, så ville de æde mig levende. Minkavleren kom hen en af gangene da jeg var på besøg og gav os nogle babymink at holde og jeg var så pisse bange for dem, men han tvang mig til at holde dem fordi “de er jo så søde”. Jeg var ræd for at de ville begynde at æde mig.
Der er noget meget sygt i at se dyr blive behandlet på den måde. Især dyr, der har brug for plads, ligesom mink har. Dyr, hvis natur byder dem at føjte omkring og bruge deres energi. Og man kan ikke engang introducere dem til naturen på nogen måde, for deres hjerner er ødelagte og deres vildskab passer ikke ind i vores økosystemer. Om de undslipper farmene på egen hånd eller bliver lukket ud af dyreaktivister, så er historien altid den samme. De smadrer lokale økosystemer. Det eneste rigtige at gøre er at slå dem alle sammen ihjel og lukke for denne modbydelige industri. Jeg kommer aldrig til at have skyggen af medlidenhed for minkavlere. De ved udmærket godt hvad de gør og jeg ruller øjne over alle de latterlige billeder på nettet af smilende avlere, der står og nusser med dyrene. Det er på ingen måde sådan det er i virkeligheden. Stikker du så meget som en finger ned til de dyr, så æder de den. En blanding mellem vanvittig aggression og måske også en desperation for at sanse andet en jernnet og smatmad.
Desuden har minkpelse altid været klamme. De havde mange af dem, på den farm og pigen jeg legede med havde nogle stykker som hun legede med. Jeg tror måske bare at det var psykisk fra min side, men jeg syntes altid at jeg kunne lugte deres pis i de pelse. Ligesom ude i burene, hvor den eneste lugt de dyr nogensinde kendte i deres korte liv, var lugten af deres egen arts ekskrementer. Jeg syntes altid at jeg kunne lugte det i minkpelse. Også fra andre steder når folk gik rundt med dem. De lugtede alle sammen af minkpis i min næse. Jeg er sikker på, at hvis jeg den dag i dag blev præsenteret for en minkpels, så ville jeg stadig lugte minkpis. Jeg kan lugte det nu, blot ved at tænke på det.
Hvor er I seje <3 I er ved at forme et meget dejligt menneske!
Didn’t leave reddit, instagram and facebook because of AI, but because trump threatened to invade my country. The only american platform I still actively use is youtube.
Lyder virkelig trættende 🫠 du og din familie har min dybeste medfølelse!
Thank you and likewise!
Haven’t had the best time these past three years and especially not this year where everything seemed to happen all at once. My 2026 is like a plot for a terribly written soap opera. Lost my beloved company, lost both my parents and got pre-stage breast cancer which means I lost my breast too. Lol.
I don’t even know if i have the right to feel anything about it because companies go under everyday in this economy, I’m not special in that regard and I still have clients and work.
Can’t grieve my parents because they are both still alive and I just made the decision to cut them out, but it’s learning all these new things about them that makes everything so much worse than it already was. How do you grieve a parent who’s still alive and who never loved you because they don’t have the capacity to love?
And with the breast, I can’t really react to that either because it was pre-stage, not cancer yet and they cut off my breast before it could get worse, so no kemo for me. How do you take ownership over an illness you never had, but it still cost you a body part?
I don’t fucking know, lol.
I don’t know anything. I just know that from June to August some things happened and I’m not the same person anymore, neither physically nor mentally.
It’ll be fine, though! It’s just one of those bumps on the road where there isnt really much of a point to anything other than letting go and stop trying to fix things and people who don’t want to be fixed. 🤷♀️
Fix yourself instead.
Hugs for you and I deeply hope your life is better written than mine xD
What if Jesus was one og those dudes who can’t grow a full beard? We will never know
Giver mig det samme vibe som da jeg var lille og der var den her buschauffør, der bare hadede børn. Nogle gange tvang hun os til at betale voksenbiletter selvom vi var børn og andre gange ignorerede hun os og kørte forbi os når vi stod ved busstoppestedet.
Nogle mennesker bliver helt fjollede når de får en mikroskopisk mængde magt xD
More like, it favors giving the money all the people who make a living off of what the artist produces.
Its like a factory. The artists are the workers at the bottom who actually produce and make the art work. Then there are the managers who promote the art and their bosses who sit at the top, running the factory. It is always those who benefit off of other people’s hard work who get to enjoy the fruits of other people’s labor.
Artists are why publishing houses exist and the reason why editors have a job in the first place, but it is the editors who drive nice cars and live in nice houses while the artists who draw and write the very books the publishers sell, get to enjoy getting paid so little that they can’t make a living off of it.
If you look in places like the animation industry, you can point to any of the big animators who helped make Disney big in the 90s and you will see that none of them can get work. None. New animators have no chance. Artists who have been in the business for 20 or 30 years, who are responsible for the movies that defined a generation are jobless and if they get a job, it is the kind of entry level gig that you’d normally only give to a recent graduate.
Illustration had been fucked for decades. They are getting paid the same as in the 80s, but not adjusted for inflation. More often than npt they get offered jobs for exposure and when they land gigs that pays, it will be two months work for one week’s pay. Asking for more money is not an option. There are no unions. All they can do is work faster to maybe make the low pay worth it. Meanwhile their editors live in gleaming mansions.
You might end up being one of the lucky few scammers in fine art who become rich people’s favourite, but that is a completely different world from the commercial art industry. People work themselves into early graves. There’s a reason why Berserk’s crestor died in his 50s.
Back problems, wrist problems, eye problems, weight problems. And these are passionate souls, which is why it is so easy to take advantage of them and their skills. Most people in the animation industry burn out before they’re 40. You don’t see many middle aged artists in the industry today. Some end up teaching. Most leave the industry all together when those who benefit from their hard work has sucked every bone dry.
The higher ups get fat bonuses. They live the great life. Not a creative bone in their body, but they make a living on the piles and piles of passionate souls who will be eaten up and spit out with nothing to show for it.
That is the life of the artist.
The very, very few ones who rise to the top are often those who have a rich family member or spouse to finance their artistic endeavors. Illusteators, painters, authors, animators, you name it. More often than not, the ones who do well and are successful, have no real financial problems in their lives because their loved ones got them covered.
It’s easy to make an amazing piece of art when you don’t have to worry about money.
11·11 天前I’m over here trying to imagine the possibility that Jesus didn’t have a beard.
Did he yell kamehameha?
I owned one back in 2013, I think. It was very annoying and I’m sure the tech is better today. Still wouldn’t want one because it is so counter intuitive and extra steps to do something you already could do just fine with a mouse or touchpad.