A series of Jason Grace sketches; figuring out workable character design.
Glasses Test
Square
Stylish, fashionable. Fits a Clark Kent archetype. Sits well on his face. Most visually flattering. Rejected for lack of character differentiation.
Circular
Slightly academic. Rejected for non-characteristic sitting.
Rectangular
Selected pair; silver frames contrast coloring. Thin, wire-based.
Small kiss. Glasses have been put into pocket, so they are not in the way.
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he had to hurt her like that, look at the cinema he made. did he? how do you know? the ends justify the means, huh. a woman could never actually act this well, it had to be real, a snuff film. yes, she was hired for her talent - but pain will make the talent brighter, right.
he is not alone. there are men around him who think like this. who choose actresses they can manipulate, exert power over. who write scripts that demand the pain be felt. she must hurt to uphold the message.
(an aside. author's note, i guess. in poetry, when the words cannot hold themselves up, we actually blame the writers. it shouldn't matter who speaks the literature. the words should carry their own weight. be their own scaffolding.)
the men in the room all applaud each other for doing less. they say they push boundaries. they're leaders in their field. they ask the hard questions.
when they get your resume, they put it into a pile that they will put into a trashcan. when they get your screenplay, they will use it as a coaster. when they build their museums, they will have a disjointed room dedicated to "repairing" the ways that women and people of color have been eradicated from "fine arts". it will be self-effacing. we may have overlooked some artists, they apologize. but really it's not our fault that white men make better art. (those men and their works are in permanent displays. for more on this, see: the way that he laughs at your work will make you sick to your teeth). in six weeks, their apology will be scrubbed and the room will be scrubbed and all the paintings will go back into storage.
they know they are right. sure, okay. maybe we have had less opportunities. but what would we have done with them? not something like this. it took a man to do this. okay, okay. it was deranged, we can all agree about it. but look at the product.
in your life, when you wake up, isn't it grand. if they made a museum for people like us, it would be a cycle of empty frames. of ruined videos. of songs with a voicecrack. all the little plaques reading some variation of a theme. here is where my work would stand if someone like me could actually get published in this fucking industry. here is the work i tried to make, before my agency was stripped from me. here is the placeholder of my dreams, but i could not afford them in this society.
if you keep walking, out in the greenhouse out back, the whole world is full of color. every fabric and fortuneteller and feverdream we spat out in despite. centuries of brightness, of novelty, of exploration. of talent, of wisdom, of creativity.
there is only one sign here in this alexandrian library. the sign acts like an epitaph. you already know what it says, don't you. THIS ISN'T ART, it tells you.
the blankets. the chef-level 5-course meals. the carefully-colored journal pages. the abandoned works-in-progress. the library of fanfiction. the margin drawings. somewhere in there, an actress makes a face, and you think - oh shit! she's really broken! but then she smiles at you, winking. she could do it, you know. she could always act like a starbeam. it's just that his name is the one scrolling at the bottom. she hadn't wanted to undress for him. she goes home and gets forgotten. in our museum, another blank frame goes up on the wall.
they'll give him an award, looking to the camera with almost an apology. he will laugh ruefully. nobody will do anything. little white strings will drip from his fingers. young boys in film studies will continue to chainsmoke while explaining how beautiful it is that there's violence in those scenes. she couldn't have done it without him pushing, he'll tell you, shrugging.
but what if, you wonder. what if he had never existed? without him, what else could we be making? all that time and love and spirit, allowed back into the light. into knowledge. what has he taken, to give us his art?
and is it a trade worth making?
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I think it's funny how people are saying 'Nancy will want to pursue a career life without a marriage and kids' meanwhile the script says Nancy is supposed to be enamoured by Steve's dream and Steve himself the whole S4, but Natalia tanked the whole romantic dynamic between them with her looks.
I don't remember the exact part of the script that said she was enamored with Steve's dream (I had the scriptgate tag filtered for awhile) but I do remember the point in the actual show (the finished product) where Nancy says that having six kids would be and I quote "a total nightmare."
In your defense anon Nancy does seem enamored with Steve's dream and says that it "sounds nice" although it's only regarding the bits about road tripping to national parks, not the bit about marriage and kids that you brought up, anon.
When Steve brings up to Nancy that he pictures her as the mother to his six kids, she gives him this look—
Now to me this doesn't look like someone who is happy to hear that Steve has her in his dreams for the future, but instead, someone who is torn on having to break the heart of someone she cares for deeply because she cannot fulfill the role that he wants her to.
Although I am glad that you brought up Nancy's oddness with Steve this season because I won't deny that is there, but I do think there is a very, very simple explanation for it and it doesn't have to do with her being in love with him.
In the cross-cutting scene between Argyle-Jonathan and Nancy-Fred, we get this line from Argyle—
—which then cuts to Nancy responding to something Fred had said off-screen.
Would it be unreasonable to suggest that Fred said something similar to what Argyle said? And if so, is it unreasonable to suggest that maybe Nancy has similar wants to Jonathan?
The most notable moment where Nancy shoots a glance toward Steve is in the boat on the Lover's Lake, which is followed up immediately by this moment of Max looking at him through the binoculars.
Is Max in love with Steve? Of course not, but he has a nice body and Max has eyes. tl;dr—
Nancy wants hanky-panky
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