Hulk saw a phrase pop up again and again in the national dialogue calling Fast Six ‘not a good movie, but an enjoyable one.’ And Hulk couldn’t disagree more.
We have somehow become a culture that only equates good with overt seriousness. Which is a shame because Hulk would argue the last two Fast movies, while incredibly dumb on so many levels, are still two of the most functional summer popcorn movies that Hulk has seen in, like, years.
You may laugh at that word ‘functional,’ but to Hulk it’s one of the best words in all of moviedom. It means the film works, dammit. It means it is engineered properly and does exactly what it sets out to do.
They dramatize all the stakes and spell out exactly what’s happening without a hint of obfuscation. They make overtly sexual movies that at least have the dignity to give their female characters agency and independence outside of scotch-taping them to the men’s stories. They are movies that know how to execute all the basics flawlessly and Hulk would argue that’s the reason they’ve become ridiculously popular and beloved. It’s because they are coherent, clear, classically told stories.
It’s because they actually are good movies.” — Film Crit Hulk takes a break from dismantling Man of Steel to put my feels into words (via fireland)
Oh, no. It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people? It costs everything you are.
"It was Gale who thought of the Meadow, one of the few places not filled with old wooden homes embedded with coal dust. He herded those he could in its direction, including my mother and Prim." - Mockingjay
..I looked up and there he was, ten feet away, just watching me.Without even thinking, I jumped up and threw my arms around him, making some weird sound that combined laughing, choking, and crying. He was holding me so tightly that I couldn’t see his face, but it was a really long time before he let me go..
Words. I think of words and i think of Peeta. How people embrace everything he says. He could move a crowd to action, I bet, if he chose to. Would find the things to say. Peeta’s the good one. The likable one. He can make people believe anything. There. He’s done it again. Dropped a bomb that wipes out the efforts of every tribute who came before him.
are we just not gonna talk about the fact that peeta’s words are likened to a bomb dropping and how he can literally make anyone believe anything
are we not going to talk about this
this is terrifying
This is why I keep telling people this boy is a snake in the garden. For the most part he means well but he has the ability to make people believe anything he says because of his sincerity and the genuine quality of his words. However, it’s problematic for all kinds of reasons as well. Namely the first time he does it in which he strips away Katniss’ ability to choose her own narrative. He trapped her in a love narrative that she did not ask for and how she was perceived in the games depended upon that narrative and that narrative alone. Yes, it made her desirable but she had to work within a construct that she was unfamiliar with because her survival depended on it. Yes, she could have acted outside of the construct Peeta built but that would have been stupid and would not have anyway benefited her in the short term or the long term. Just because she accepted, worked within, and later helped build Peeta’s narrative does not mean that it was okay for him to do what he did.
Fandom treats Peeta’s gesture as romantic which it is not. Peeta’s reasons for it can be considered romantic (though they don’t have to based in love but they can be based in deep concern and care) but the actual act of carrying through with that narrative without Katniss’ consent was not romantic. It was an issue and will forever remain an issue in the narrative structure of the PK ship.
Well, then - if it was only fantasy,
it’s been unusually durable.
Also far less easily curable
than many of these things turn out to be.
But now it’s over, and I’ve lost you. And,
now you sleep in somebody else’s arms,
I’ve nothing but my fantasy, which harms
no one, and comforts me, you understand.
- Eleanor Brown, Fifty Sonnets (XXXI)