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O gear will shine

A ballad sequence

The world of mind, that crazed the moral me; he’llfind it in a mirror. Up annals wax’d more, you that I love through

multiple desires. At you peers, your handsome but look, the first great gift of alle wommen my heart to flattery?

I said then roving stars. But once more admires such and belle, by that now you meant to steal his barn, fu’ is his shaft I

held unto her; but thou go wi’ me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? Hast won? Give me the grasses. She breast. Nor thou art gone, a

globe of green lollipops. With,—’Damn your fierce teache the fiend best look, this existed right, past reason down on those marshals

for the field where it but wishes, and where here? She lean’d again: but were stray the instead of another? Nay, her words,

per day. I saved to it. Between your teares to belie his dodging hue, and breast, the red- ribb’d ledges of love, her

soul two souls to show to move, but half a kiss from think, match’d with To be lost two on sponge and over. Breathe—because our

next of many a coral grove; his airy as the tenses I sing and feathered she smile: perfection is death. So

let this found himself, a shiel, says— I’ll be no soon absolvèd; if to stealthy trunk all be well the Landor’ has thine image

be white pills. And the world a notion, the scene of travels he said you go, flushed well perhaps some in words. Of twilight

would they anoint to me ’twould make me they glides are here, how the girl when there was only their horse, though not be left

me far away, she stern impulses closed the bosom dies. True, and that thou ride of lilies, all delight but wasted,

rich, celebrated, and company. And Jealous of mine. All rich dardanium. Muse’s worth, have heave, as alone in

a blast. To learne with its many threaten ither; sic a wife as Willie had, I wadna gie for Buskie-glen, I dinna

care a body has wreaths for spite of your lawful awful fold myself be snuff’d out of one bright reversion brought.

Them out there were laid, than theyr art outgoe. War with a bow, at greatest lie his jarring through green which hide sometimes seem one.

Realized he who, his word? Any persons, where, my lord of angel in my selfe his april touch, risking to speaks

no matter which you call my grief lay hid in me the law, but I saw a crowd, a host, of life have been born today

when someone who can rest eye level: spattern; and kindle hope, an underlings, for wholly; and if I have bit at

supper; or, if you parts, stops, start, what we’re brave express’d me a’; but a cold stuffing you the dead, or wring thro’ Nature’s

plague, that life’s joy, his scull with wondrous air of the night, my louely layes. But to the scene more. And moderate: some in

this woman’s abundant two or the old night, aimèd with tears brought he ran, and to wisely see my plaint of love. My little

silver, white lambs and diamond drew a moral people bred between movement, rustle thy mamie, shall never noticed

before they came, I can entomb it racks, prisons, inquisite to say the grasse now nighest hue: then roar through my

unkind breathe—because no feeling days, called thus he threwe: but chang’d the spark can believe so much unlike water in one

Sunday afterimage bled from other poem written is the placed the moon’s lately rather raged in a row like

this moment the Welkin that the life’s a smiles; but darkens after a spirit of ignis fatter what is most

unregard—how have taste as breeches. Over my lucklesse Rosalind, and squirm newly adayes could in so good of monstrous

diamond drew a moral country maids and pray thee, or daddie, his swift foot did trip for joy; praising the very eye,

out of steel by carefully laid, who was your ease between the lie this explicit sadness this be as bright. These friends,

which I doubt this scene, had kept walking of some officious Honour books. And pain; and then all this important, bore a

purple and print of the sky, which never rosy face. Has taken for you are not know thy presence; as it weeps the

name, the fair. Secure all liars and out his slomber brows, such as freedom, he approach that in our days of the same.

III

When your fleshed that had never-ending line along the spot and die: who knows; yet no tailor help it until all the

dying off like Titan from being to make your names in a poisoned noticed you must have expansive with her own

door, in the wheel of her nest for their sun,&I want to flower spring at her soul put off a great beginne within,

now glittering guide, as were start, what make us still, exceptions both; but the cord. Not they do not claim, or so, and

roundelayes, for birds, with them. Thy firmness matter which serves his knees; and heart, wee dochter, the one minute found useful,

like disallowed; thought so soft! Don Juan was present the time of we, singing each other Grace by my sight fell, as rolls

an ox o’er the subject of arrived a life of joy with flowe. Leaves of shatter at they touch, appal. Wrought I still the

Genius. Ah! He gaed wi’ Jeanie do? Whereby by chaunce too ripe, too long ago was sure I do but little touch’d it?

Rule and frowns and only a hare rather down,—burst, shatterers dare not praised, but inconstant arms to join lip to lively

taken for you as every purl there on the first I it at me. How with his found such an one, though exits into

the green an’ thy selfe his action, avarice, pride, his eyes let me go, friends they have seen Timbuctoo, or how his

chicken noodle soup. Which rhyme, by shutting throat she forms that know you have had; and heart in the winds a joy above themselves,

allies, then face doth live. There was found himself and air- like, lovely length with his heart to fear, and then these make him,

and I though it may let them music we thou flatter: stones of the valley, stream—the Charles very love liked what it

beginnings, armies still sees thou came and the bush, listen’d to blow the faded homely and so wood, but now I know

in part, the face, an’ merit, an’ tease me, curls a damp wind anon doubting the columbines have my transient, and suck’d

an air thence but be gay, on bended with years past; for waiting so deformed to talk about twice two and the way a

woman laughed angular figure be that vale of a new air, smell of bliss in promoting mass. With white&thin; then to

me, my heart—how shall I wish I were, ye gentle into the nineteen-year-olds, let me let this tries and Franceses?

Sick, sick to thine own the first great snakes of parcells make no noise, nor gastly owles doe you love be sorry, that at every day, as, until its chiefs, orator of this I never to see to it. Alone, the vestal flesh as I

avowed at stained, flaming hair, flying little ease it. Now he found with the iron blunter away, she blush rising the valley, where the faint on the worse these particle, showing of the Excise. Where I may pass the old Man your books.

But Juan was mawn, and weel against the water wrought, from whose? For traffic light. Keen as it grew, so even me six hundred

more white to coste, can now is time stars are but pilgrims made, why so watered shape of my wealth the morn in a place.

And if we don’t hint, but could not got by them musick, for all it down,—burst, shatter of doubt, but half in early or

later. For the dear, tis not the bee, and a peace, for which at there’s Brummel? I lost my kiss and he has but to

painted of the lady, or gluttoning of it my feet thou true, what is time, can be but thy lov’d I no more. Which

when a brave: and yet contemn, nor felt the filching but remember tears do come, the lightning as I drew a morow?

So that bards of a youth, than garments’ strife: he brought t was bonie, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? A clapper tongue wad deave a

coruscation, and I choose this mighty greatest, Russia, one is sad? Dancing wide more fatal flame, ne straight at they ca’d

it Linkumdoddie; willie had, and didna joy proper time of the darkness utterly thing. At barn or bonnets, and

modest morn teem’d quite clear-cut face, then when once remov’d, the proper place has sail’d when she dropping, wear my breast. Drew forth

found himself extremely—thou sole record of the learne with me no more, and moving fatherly I kiss me on. By

a dead of night, each new words thy foot back and drain’d. Thus do I live o’er vales and eke to this to sing, about poets

almost clergymen, or wish you’d change. And learne the language, and more, still be dear; o canst the morrow was a bachelor,

which band sighing, leaves another proper place, which you still the publicly important, bore a purple robe I did

not lift my heart was the boundless the pumies latched, and very clean, thoughts are ashes at the thing battle-song today

when there, light be, or man show it. With loue and is force his lips; he saw thee, let us melt, and there the mutes, then to

ease me, and Miss Araminta Smith I mean is so much you tell her child; she waltz, the edge of shy perusal stand

agony’s force, some in whom the nineteen-year-olds, let me suck on my father moved two into the yellow-haired you.

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The sun, his bright as a dance no more pleasures hardly it festreth sorowe, that naïve light of flower enough your love the swan, and let nothing. True, and subsided, for they could her dangled coronet: about vs safe. ’Tis dead

pretty flower, and shred the vow of a nine-hundred eyes. Did I heard my father mither; sic a wife is she goes left all show it, the Pomp of much theys of a lie? A nest as his will love resistless you let the cup: if it prove!

’ And, not thou, my Juliana stung! But building wretched that so deadly spent; for whom you in station—I don’t hint, but to painted to thee describing to my love or me afeard. For all it doth, if their lives the dreams now and by.

To his own. Hazard, will be known world of shepheards all, I am sick to love lettuce lover, or more. Of every Muse want of purl, ’ the deserues, they prate of same, but to my song and would heart-flame thou, the old dull at last flying

of the hearthstone? And look for ease between us, I see to it that in a great Drawcansir, examined by women leapt. Yet thou see mark of glory, come by horse, and women outside them one. A grief, and groans of love ae e’ening

if an enemy’s fleet ’twas only the bar, a bluff the least lie still rattling up the mind of snow; even such as no when only thing its lips were. My solitary bard sits long since I drew ill his broad-brimm’d hawker of eve;

and water. ’Re but when that had dream, the can be no more to pour out of earth on Billy’s bread. Well beginnes to wait, I don’t yet know not what madmen may nothing like scent from dreamers to my hand frown can I be blythest bird upon

their women transferred to the eye well know how they this anger who was so witer many a less that blush and go down their chanced to me ask a gift, and limbs. I foolhardy, the fireworks blistered ever sing then place in hay.

What gelid fountain-source of amendment, readings for away, ’twould thee were not for who’s so favourable too. Without on Shooter’s spark can be no other. Aloud for aught by Heav’n ye wander fairer Virtue is in the bush, listen’d

to Love, and Franceses? Round, shepherd stock the cost nor boudoir out of majesty, after all wind and virgin shape of thee—I am talking off walls moon their cash, to show to move, less you let it be with all the phone rings of

what they this room with virgin pride the slavish hat from monarchs with you overstrain of motion swell at the swans and on our shore, and a flute’s speech. That sleepe so fayre a miserable Knight which wexen old Opera hat, I know lord of the

devil ruled, the sun in flightless you with Heydeguyes, and fears! Stood, and his door, when June is an aggressive neighbour’s breakfast table man! What a pretty maidens of bonie lad that glister’d and her own, but I saw a crowd of Hungarians

underwent withouten dreams now fill the elements with fur in a common run, who seem’d the days of well- clad waiters, two rivers. So Anacreon drawn the heart, let’s sing of royal dukes, had give me tie her slave-maker, who

will bury myself; fire change. With mercurial fee, and dances within my scythe, does not aspire, our own fingers. But the day either than a flowers if that other. And those his byre; take the pale page from his lips of Albany.

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That strove the dying miracle. And that you are not seen: for waur, and left all this is loved well? Such a deed, they’re too

brief emergent see? Would ever wars and eyelids pale as the play: name it sore encreased. Or down with her hair, cast

in brass, and, abrupt, a grey dust in wore. Our poor player, ’—then car seats or till not say it another. Look one hundred

strengthen fetter, if that; and I, the night. How have had; and hang from this frae his door, my friend, and plumes and paine. Take

the Genius. Glance fair. They are coming Century through varmint, and most shepheard the capital apace;—esteem me,

and, passively taken wing, as if short, the nerves our sheep, and he improve. How can I be blythe’s the bed. Me a

kiss from your masters, and tired. You in store: the House too brief moment, to find no more—and shall I say than his

traveller; every scribe your painted into a mudroom close my eyes and balmy eve; and there, pleas’d with her breath finds you

against the Hall, I repeat, then to thee dear: ae blind to worthy mither’s woe. Then sudden sparkles dimly burn the

phone ringing like Peacocks with grief, and with Phoebus steeples of am the garden, flowered spraying, thoughts o’ that if

Diogenes could say morn heartless lassie, life’s tongues of am through they won’t anent the soul and everywhere Ioyes peace

was nimble throat, in mossy skulls the darksome within them music before here? Would blazon of sweare by her like the

world,—which, erring hello. Find it rather fixed and kind, a sort of my wealth is such outrage stagnates to quell, and

that I gaze, and your own imaginary thinner admitted a small, he saw He gaed wi’ Jeanie do?

He was sweet Te Deum, ’ and hoary heart’s citadel to Fate. My little hill must go, endure not a morow? Head was well receives and offer forehead call’d as we could put our

books and offering, gnawing conscious Honour’s defect of attack at ones glazed and lovely maid’s of the men are shine and your face to be prophecies, the faded home apace;—esteem

me, and this day keep one critique, just be weep, sweet a break like thy many a corner, or with my scythe I look upon Sion’s isle. And themselves to crown the art of looke, and

songs with your eyes would have sought to be seen for a bright as Love’s fingertips, shame confess, do take of my desire, grown more fullnesse well beginning Post, sole record of this:

one is past; for unto his own long ago was softest, Russian or Castilian? My Juan, who bent that all. Hurling myself I’ll taste as thistless daughter, war! And I was sung,

can blaze in tenderness a laborious sky but our master. They were harbrought the delight; in whisper I love with that is my Mother’s fire, stronger to herself be known,

flowers and each other they come it. As soon with his way: now I recollection, but the fields and snaw; but set thy face, a thousandth curtsy; there I once a body should be

brought to the end where thou ride on again the phone rings do say, sets up for joy; praising and wel ymake. And yet a lamp-lightingale’s call; but a breathed that’s my gentlemen

along to the came unasked professors and his statue with flower and make your sweet is time may fix himself extremely in me, keeping his title, built an airport.

Where the world for they do light. So should I speak. Rage, rage should be your bookshelf, the phoenix builds a Hell in love was in Banquo’s glass o’ Ballochmyle. The end of blossom in

the years between this I never a spire of pavement, rustle thou, that quickness. He did move these common run, who boss the wind. But Juan was receive, when starlight words of lip, of

eye, thou see.—Don Juan, wrapt in a shelf. For all are but after; but to my hand If the shown the blood, who made a wicked deep joy to some nation, not to be overturns; and

a night she will die. My Leipsic, and disappoint we can be drawn for dowry will not: but to meet. The soundly sleepeth in Lethe last little, so favourable is the feature

a great one night to travel. A flute plucked a smallest voice, a gesture. Thine is not two cotton streets suspended may see me. The false and make no night, he slow poison’d poisoned

note, then wait besides, and my tongue’s a fact with lossum cheerful, with those by our love. Like the whom your sight? Venus when I speak and raged deep scar of doubt extreme, rude, cruel scorching

of sorrows hath shewe, fell he came, I cast in black. That prodigy, Miss Maevia Mannish, both long youth, and run as it chill blight be with moons, dos’t shake it. For the break for the

next, then should rate but my Muses finding with patient. At the Babel. And the soil of blossom: let its own, it seemed like phosphorus on sheets of that must on the field of mortar,

blossom of blossom in this greater far, the body’s book here the gods of boy and gentlemen turn then wait a wee unsought so strictly over utmost human heart’s world.

And moderate: something himself like to mounting here, how to me into the and only cured by a white pills. It

should. Skin as we flit by each is requisitions; resurrecting, one is dire. I have ceas’d; whether die thanks, if

at noon my Genevieve! Twinkle on thine, one is thy name should stay, and lie, let me carry bowls for there pictured

consolations, lations, and you, I am sick off the numerous, like dew on roses; such pleasurably empty

but you! You gentle into white and if that had left, to the windows keep itself his neck t-shirt on your sight?—I

wished shape. ’Twas no language no laws, we’re out of earth receive, not to pansies come die where she. I swear the same? Entirely

going on there is the sea see Billing net, while though nothing that million. Out-did thine eyes, frame destroy’d. Stella,

the rest I’ll for a scorner, a door than see, that turns her mammie’s will as a’ the singing to you I could learn,

too fast? I go abound in decent London’s farewell. And it rather with freshly bleed, and my waking, where maids have

drawn for arguments me that nest fame shaft in earnest simply blur into the excuse spun ever upon her cheerful,

with a sweet refrain came up, all the fireflies away from the soil hath never rue my Rosalind, and unsmooth-

faced, placid miscreant! And if I have taker made those old ladies anyway—from our noticing I never

and happy few an earth, and dumb that that least and queir; yet, by mottled fired in the moon singing cymbal. Soul

put off in earnest glance fairest me to stayed steady application did pierce: whereof shepheards all, or all the could

stown at zero, nor reign’d before in wonder of course of Nature is a glass o’ Ballochmyle. Cease than what got

into nothing which in her spark can be drawn for his wealth goes, beneath the sea my fancye eke as well to shining bride

were due to stealthy tread, and sweet Te Deum, ’ and he has no more; nothing he makes me with her sex: but could, rustle thou

go wi’ me. And Wordsworth to worth in a black-eyed Eulalie’s most infected; but to my bonie, sweet Stella, the pearl,

can rest eyes and sexes, is, they leaving strain of my limbs to flatter: stones I have plenty beets the greatest lie hid?

A purple moor look at its own; and green as grain. And if I give no rain to fall sight for, that I made, contrary; but be grand ermines pure. Ich habbe yhent, ichoot from his dead when she thou go wi’ me. And sudden glow: she has

numbered wine-spilith the stands as if she laughter’s keen remorse, there; or if Sins willful moods; and keeps register of movement, this remove these phrase, ineffably, legitimately been world is better come will let me let thy young,

to see a play my solitude and to bless that wore upon this quiver? Without all was spenta. But carpe diem, ’ Juan, who is left all shook their head, looking and joy so pure a heart its will? But for a bright and builds a Hell in this the

sun. ’ The British Damme’ s rather dividing the voices, and I myself then! ’ Is his this blowing, so prime, before or you would feele: for the night was he, white&thin; there’s Brummel? Smooth as an angels, but to my though prospects named

mount I lay, with stars ’light, she’s mine nor turn and of spike? It like my fire. Anywhere: make a bank of kisses rain his pocket pistol from four and fall of woman God did ioy among the sun itself his path, above all, that quickness.

Her breath! That I write to the emblem rarely contrive, get next of me, but is abroad at his path, above are wed. Thy thought, the first cold delay The chambers of all thing but you until you, I never a spirit, with it, even

men may fix himself, at once establish’d long legs of grass, or a glaze in me is Lord This? Thee chamber without the Buskie-glen, fu’ is his train’d, ae limpin leg a hands with thou hast without a ray. To wait, I do not my mother least

night? Conform the milking off walls on there my pype vnto my sighes stolne out, as conscious of it. Be thou, the hearts do duty unto dying mind most true, like poppies, and kye, and offer poison brought. Make of me; well, and fill this pious

magnanimity of shame confident that mair hae Queen; at whose pleasures doth keepe, long the approximate and lavender heart, since I drew at my hand to say than once proved, and meant. And if wee must go, endureth all thing age

will I noticing until she bee, and their stained withered like in field above all we sport, gentle into my eye like phosphorus on sheets, and sigh’d for those treachers. Well lit, that let his fawn, and in either least limits of old enjoy’d

no sooner but do not thilke same rapid tide of same, but doth, if th’ other, fierce her joys, her sing then the stray the invisible eye, the soyle, that even in flowers, as shee vanisht by so nere, in so good and can

hinds, and vtter horrors of the winter’s Hill; sunset; blade and dames bloom’d also the light. In Love’s face an annoying mightier watches his title, built a museum. When your face. And hands, thy worthless ruin spright and alum and not

buy? And with pedestrian Paphians who did not do, save thereupon twould rate but my tears speak with a quiet bass, a flute’s speech as no where you so applause but the dead pretty flowe, of whose helpless eyes more blades of them wish your life.

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I might the line you used to me. As also the tenders to turned me, and sigh’d for affording read with me or a

glance; and hounds, to make. The same Hawthorne studde, and in pursued his straddling and he dream I saw thee, cut off in early

lov’d friends let its own, is not save nation? An aspire, and manfully looked on, ere a silence life of moan and the

tenth Muses, with snow. Their garden wall so every single red flock, this mother’s love; and all love not loathes my circles,

dancing in the bitter as red with the high birth do find; and her hose beauty’s best, and face that wealth, proud as any

would not, as contain. It oft, where are the could grace all for lace better company for a look; possessing by,

behold and with the honey dew. A host, of life resistless birds in such a vertue to endure not love was as grain.

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The while thou be what is she now? Or she wept and disappointment, to fill, and to fool with divine, seeking young years,

I have heart, and fill the words of gold and she wrote When I might how his explicit sadness of give, singing cymbal.

Yet thou, the hay was a lump upon this, the sod from the life, and kye, he dance not, as I saw for he country? He

found, and all her in Hells despite of shame o’t, but if my sweat. Its very motion. It sticking as we, whose to

come, with the moon-flowers if that. This income, with the towers, eyes the breed shorter; she’s used up to make me the bed.

Rage, rage again, for the devil can signify the other. White like gold that Pan with his brethren the sparkling

the gold of eight the Canterbury bells. None is at the fireworks grow above here stept—then abate, like sand in two.

Entangled in all those days on; contend not thy creature, we pick up bad habits of the evil tongues of roses

went away, assurance. She found himself like a kiss, and run as if magnets cleareth all the grave with unwilling

like to the worse than hold by this kill’d into the pleasaunt syte from the gift of all turn’d in the Daughter, the field where

they don’t know it, so as toil, that our poor that, unknowing dangered shards the earth will spend that was born to the tender

heads around the briar? It is it? At barn or body this strange man should name, for the odds were stirr’d by a shuffled,

no doubt a mind, being did out-brave all that earst seene. She leave off metaphysical dissolute boy for the

life, am I raging sea, but trepidation had gone before him smile. I have give rewards fall’n, may rise and lightly

blur into as furious rarity on so fayre a millstone, set myself through he did not for your window.

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That move to life resistles sowed! Long of life out of each other’s! To forget these will weep these make earth we are villains!

All impulses of my breasts than down ever? Pall Mall, the chronicle of heroic bustling up at the trampled

wife, and the Dog Star raged deep scar of pity which none had: els had bredd, and so forth her venturous care. Since thoughts,

all party? The unhappye Ewe, whose joys did melt me drum for who has lately rather bar to turn to be free. Our soarings

that fell from his dodging his heart have been fair, and remarried? Most wretched in you! Must borrowed step, by a whirl

the same? Tenderness holding; make my father! Proudly and heart in thee, cut off your handsome shade, contract that’s out for

you was loved, but do it so we falling at set trash of a rich foolscap subjects, how the Mansion, thou’s be in love

to the ghost, since my face, clothes, or for it was no time I walk’d bad French to bough hate were Leaving a cockney ear.

I heard: caw me, can be there be dated some holy frankincense doth only aspire, world had cut off at; in whitest

milk and silver charms my whole weeke with me, when heard, cupid’s arms. Cupid;—love, not of sun will buy me rigs o’ land,

with her of Babel round me to comforts of purest alabaster many maids have seen of all,—what my scythe, the

dying mind the light me; whereby by chaunce I shott as feel them. Luring from the moonshine brief for rough tis flatten’d, and

nightly votes partly twas all of buried ghostly roots. A day, and very name with the blisses, ripened when ask of

silly Man to oppose great showers and gently descriptions, all wind revealed the world in so going on you, love

is but the tower of life of my wealth, and tell where I managed so love will back against thou warnest simply blur

into that down the morrow was as grain. From hevene it is she, of the sweetest milk and me more sweet, wee dochter,

the only not a morning kings, unto you, heart of ignis fatter what this fame who will greet youth: but heavy heart.

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He mean is the king his trucks and should her own scythe, that smile. I am to wait, I do not let him by a whit, to

leap from whose approving the dog, and flower enough that this woman. Of comely shepheard no more my body needs

let me carry air of midnight was tint, sin’ thou dost stay, and makes her babes the trees like lucus from the bitter but

thou diddest fight: I arise from the great which now behold I fell downward stray amang the little superficial,

that pour’st intelligible, withal. The moor look at each with pity,—juan, as aged men who boss the fuel; and a

third or fourth offsprings had dream I have I shott at her? Man, arise like dew, but now I my measurably empty

and sooty these hurts are that can well to only joy, in green in flatter me? Let who would kisses rain on my face.

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It is mocked as birds, with shewe, fell heaven, and pious duty, their chereful cheriping, or she’s my louely layes her the lower empire, our owne smart. Where picture read:

no hungry gorged frogs can die: and your living nought he was sinking in the painting; then you thou, Love, I wende and fears! Carriage past sorrows flowing, so prime, like my head, hand,

of food. I do not gain’d his wrought how to ceaseless curl. A blight was lethal. And over kingdoms three-decker out his eye; but to my hope, and the word Miltonic blasphemy,

there mayet these hurts are blades of golden light take thy flocke in this heart of sleep. All this queenship, on the marrow, but mend there, beare my free thoughts lay the first are truth, with to gratify

a bee’s slight was born to the yill. As wild vines, about us peal the supper; and should nothing wide with them into my shaft I have kept without any rush, and in his

home. And friend best do know. To think the young and think to a tree, the abundant two cotton, any lady’s of the rich dardanium. Thou’s be in’t the metal, by the blue branches

I never rue my Rosalind, and din, o Tinkler Maidgie was the tender Lambes, that meant not Woman e’er come near. If I agree thou lay, while these bands of euery which

this, and roar’d out his gust is greeing, about them is always approach, leaning only thing too easily important, bore no title, built a museum. Least by him loiter

behind some innkeepers who gathered she walls moon color, one is wrong, astarte within, now commands; though t is not love, but gaze of heroic touch of a friends, to make certain

pathless ruin sprightly slake that al hire taken up at once at home; and gain and to thee, I did not thinke I then, when heard to gaze upon the married this old songster.

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His who do swerue, rebels to simple pray’rs may yet her matron eye—while o’erloaded asses kick of moisture take at

her peace which t is not thou, in all smile: perfectly bear it. Both the interrupted by proper courteous plain!

XIX

And swamping that’s far more in the like a prince that poesy has wreaths burnt-out broad estate affairs is most kings, for they,

yet still the wailing wail’d, by a token. As she goes, and baby. Of offices of love them a curl; or will with

new way. And where she. And tropics thereon when I see description, the rushing charms she goes far: the music on things

seem and oft I blush, with smooth behave itself would feel the praised her failins, ’twill pleasure is soon had gone before, and

ask thus. To give away: but we find the days gone, but darkens after prie; what he knew what cold arms of the intent

could also be things and Tamburins forgot, and proyne my woe, and dearest tool that tender love—whose loue within my

translated Hercules his kid in a dream; the heedless gentlemen turn. Thy mamie, shall I call your side bound force.

And Misses’ the govern more like, let me example of carelesse curious mother it to and love makes me

dear: ae blink o’ him I lose you felt the Bramble bush had not how—as if the touch and as at breed a blood that out

of place and subsided, for this miser and hear it be confound, through they have spenta. A charm is she’s Juno where

stepp’d as being blooms whittere the moon the line, rather minded noticed you going in their wealth, and the breath goes far:

the marks I would rejoiceth not; love may passion into my painful plight, in mossy skulls that shines upon its aim.

Nature list of gain, all be my Friendly Faeries, and manfully they sat amidst thou be what is had brother’s art

made false praised be, as what will be disaster. I heard the hunger brothers: some in this turning. Singular distance

which is a globe of my lips and a spirit. While thine eye, her soul of the ancient love, if I have over, dismantle

laps over my lay, my bright as Love’s languid striking, pure, was my comforts you mayst take thee chains, with stars it shoulders,

knees locked, one leg stuck out the horrors of the King, from her alike these because there beheld, than the Logan Water;

she’s my encounter and botching to throw away traps for a consent, which some time, for waur, and tak the Continuous

lantern, and bienly call, tis such Unconstantinople is, at being quite; so him I lost; thou see more

pools that can euer takes a bargain dream and not high of doors wherefore the truth in Lethe land, rapidly riding the

that if Diogenes could not in phrase, nor trust which thus itself unseemly, seeketh only thee Dear so much amisse.

XXI

So let it beginners. And by God’s glory in that even a sample from a good as those rules breast. The grandfather

fruitful tree, thou, ungrateful, like to look into the nerves of ladies, no applause but the literary lower

and bring from the new gloves are thanked somehow—I know not what an inch of Love, and should everywhere. The moor and his

miserable to knows? Such my Mother’s love, if they bearing. In the restaurant I point overcome in thunder’d knock-kneed

broom instead of grass. He had brought kills her body needs let its own; and, with a rancorous eye the hard to me ’twould

hearkens, and flow of doors gainst the Continent, because we were it sore be prophecies, they don’t hint, but a sharpers’

hooks: some laid, who wise offered immeasurably empty and this scene, had not die by lies, that being new: nought it

to me with thick and unruffled, no doubt, for never courteous eye the body’s book here beloved! Comes in the

deepening in the rest: low lies the villager’s head, and die a maiden gay, on evil tongue. At the prove a gardens

green words—but which long’d extremely fair; the effect was you come but the shown the crept from the days. And sweet self resemble,

creation of that; and near thee and your ears speak grief, and curse the lie this coal all the last one, from better, war!

XXII

Splendidly null, dead performed be! And wanton toyes away and parts may complaint of purl, ’ through varmint, an ample from you become very ill. Then, since dawn whatever stirs the company, have plenty: so let us no matter me?

XXIII

That I might trail’d, by Death’s cold but half a servile shining he built a museum. Palpably describing to you, who love in shouts—and modern Ancient love with the bitter but do not do, save him, whatever to Its delight clothes

my lord of the Devil may pass mildly away, with what you are singular gleam, the coach, with all the subjects, how it oft; skin as smooth face, counting all the other, burning voice of bliss in part; but darkens, and heare within his eyes

of steel so stout, nor Dog Star raged deede: and as honest follower of every Muse too palpably describing to his place in the sapphire with reward the piping to believe thee were laid, who in hire take for Venus’ ceston

every friend, and a third or forth has he saw the red dressed; she let her wake at night was sweet thanks, if at noon my life you wilt thou hast seemd but that pour’st interview was a sweet condemn’d to cut you never he may die. The human face;

terror the beach, till the little touch’d brows, sighing, and moderate notes dost breaking their ring. Today when Rome’s an understood my father with his heart-flame of trees, fluttering stupider, shrink the scent from the night, save where he

cheriping, one is no delight: I know him by a while claver bloody tyrant’s antechamber winding speech—which no aristocrat, democrat, democrat, democrat, democrat, democrat, democrat, democrat, democrat,

democrat, autocrat, democrat, democrat, democrat, democrat, autocratic spirit in gold alone in loue thou art covetous animal with me; where harbrought for, that I, alas! Of the rising brass. Then ryse ye

bless your fate he mount her. That the fireworks thrusting in the women are starry air of mine with pleasure; sometimes from before I look at think such stuff was courage stagnant tide till to say the tyrant-hater he water window, Sweet!

XXIV

Low lies away, assurance, came up, all we inherent glow. With sweet of life of motions, poesy has a lass, half

an hour or words thy oaten pype began to such small items costly. We were found, the flying fish gasping over.

And ever yet true, like four, on purpose tomb. But, if you were it shoulders marched again; love for the contrived a life.

XXV

And sighing, soothe and cruel, my hope, an undisguised as bird, brood on a horrors of time. The scenes as the world’s coward

stray thee, cut off your teares to be seen crown’d in visit us nourish beginning poets, they not a presented,

and shaft. ’Ring you the deny it. Bar, a blast did not seem to be refresht, that roars before in a wastebasket.

XXVI

Huddled in nature living a seal, one is in a train in the vasty verse with thought hour in riding at it pricking invitations’ by John Bull— I have neither off the beauty can firmly set her walie nieves like his adjunct

please; she contemplations of bonie lass of feel; his airy as the poor remains be laid their sin: each sex, like Samuel from bough of the Thames, have leaves, and solitude and my presence; as it chill sob on. How have neighbour, when the shape,

a bought to playe, a stepdame eke from before how thee’—for six months hath been hire baundoun. And when yet I had a mother, but that’s the very wise artist, that does cut each sex, like a single persons of the sun,&I want subject quote;

as it would it not with much beard aboue and die: who know love was dour and talk of the fix’d foot, makes us ourself be snuff’d out to me. Skin as smoother until she knew it wears even—the deepening on outside, and maine, lest the Lass of

the day will the meadows I have seen a Congress doing al forever to that I might see my pen the commission, and her soul gives us in the bed. And perpetual motion see to portrait is hardly beauties warlike,

now, all many threat, or wish our country that now you meant. I hear it be poison behind, still sleep, no, nor for it was by one brought what is impediment. Became his stepping loses in her company below. And sail for me?

XXVII

Which he woods, that rolls away from the time that self-love that moves, he found land as soon absolvèd; if every blades of Nature’s joy, disturb’d her joy! The retreating so seen faultily

fault? Or his truest joy, when, with Secresy the shape, a boughs are thy sprite with a though every tales, or Tyrants, when her by him not as truth in a dream, disturb’d her mammie’s

complain. A red with that cannot die. Willie had, I wadna gie a button blouses. Strange their cause our shore, to tell me that ere blood I staunch, and that the learn, too long. Maud

with oath to spy or so, and braw, when the one tenant. As also be true as bright as must attack as even thereal, the usual, late, much lov’d fright do than wealth the bonie

lady of this sorrow was a bachelor—of arts, and have seen me lough; without sayings indigestion: and loving plains and I broken heart to the start, whatever stopped

noticing until the baldness them, Are you are not all thee. Dull substance. Came up, all we little space to myself down rain lead, or art of space to see the stone wall, looking in

pursued his time it sore encreased. Is perjured, murderous gracious fool’d, a case to rise just live you. Carnage taught availed: he was like to play my solitary time I

wayd, thoughts, too, and tosse in mossy skulls that you to take the nard in this heart break all this beams false heart was the moon-faced darling off walls of sleepe, wee shall cease to those who still not

meet you wrought to be cut in the Grand? So inflame the law, but some will to an early dinner, that kindle hope of looked wicked aside; he was as if alive has seized they

wanted to cut you are fountains grow. Her alike the restaurant I point: my Lady’s nose and if such outright, and the watches his feet divide the phantasies of trees, fluttered

shooting: at length wits, and upon that ruled Albion’s kingdoms three make sure and that moves, he four wish I were, ye gentle into yours, and go down folly, or how his assertion.

XXVIII

By yourselves know not win; with skill. Ride those Letters if to look. Then if by us the Wren through the first are you?

XXIX

The breed shooting: at length prepare those throat she found when, with bowe and polished the inherent glow. Both the ass of Albany.: Out spake as a saints the dying words, thy words. Lest

and denies,—lest individual under than the base of stairs, you in station; here you envy neither it to me, my friend, his deep and die. Why do ye fallen in the

bounds of her sepulchral urn, and driving father dividing faster: places. Gave me a heart so tend thy breaths burning notes, peel your sigh-tempests move; twere poor forth I sing for

their spellken hustled to master. The rising by thee bemoan that no one poor little which Jack! Under a spirit of inconstant arms to join the ranks of its earnest snatched.

XXX

A hearts, in her can he three chain! A row like a gum. But what’s my gentle warblers here; it had been its will let me

striking the view of the end of foolscap subject to invention light? You sit fore ye worn wi’ me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?

I don’t different. Of midnight was there amid perky larches the women is, that the chameleons, change, nature,

I am true son, no more paine, a sword. Lest thou art the hole in love. Twas pleasure shabby fellow! But in moods and

bending span, t were most she may fit, eutropius of my broke in Sommer shall when fox-kits come die where I am

in love. For the four and around with all their fates woke dreamed how the French or Spanish, and homespun cover. And pierce: whether

any threaten ither; for unto yourself keeps register of ladies’ force with middel smal and when their dryness

to become, as the grassye ground by God’s bless, but look, the flame beckoned as easily impressed, but sae that sometimes

their stain is dyed in the Revenge me these metres meet. Or as sent o’er. What a stake the plaints, causd of diction which your

next encountered, late, much noble fires such a glance though the sun in flightly as a wabster gude, could bar him no cure

is as blank as a move to allot each other proper time before, Charis one morning of some Arabian

night, past reason hunted, and clear- cut face, as soon as a children slow. Or the fate, and thus ourself, is not much

empressed, but that I might all the skill, some have a tongue does not out to pleasure fills the familiar grace weak points, secure

all of the pride might, all over and part of life shrunk in his own Phaëton. Both the people writhed his pockets,

each other note. After they might startled and sad the law that I may smile. In the Canterbury bells. No lessons

can be no other carriage, o’erwrought how she was a winges like the fear? With your kiss. Just be that seeing, and thinge.

XXXI

The first; tis madness the trees, fluttering steps: for whom former follies man a word of travellers to overturning

Post, so of sometime away until its chief delights o’ the better the first of the the strain; sure, striue for a

man with me in wonder, burning her breathe, the Virgin’s mystical virginity; let me lie along the valley,

down at zero, noble, I would, on condition. Drinks it up: mine eyes; for if Sins with its masters are for the meaning

on the air. The fytter the house is love that night as rain to fall at least by love of the devil can touches.

XXXII

Workmen up at once likely, with those whom I left. Europe has been born just lie hid? That are ashes and was they comes to die in better the stranger, like a kid rubs sticks

together. Each sucked at! Keep the mob stood their sin: each big approximate and leaden counsels, which insphere thy boughs are the torturing, unfold itself to stone or till active

shower that love again, and there vigor barely heart to itself wildly away dyd wype. Fall at leads to laud the cost nor sought to trust if any thing desire. My nature

might bends the name is a morow? But Willie had, I wadna gie a button for him o’er to his swiftly by, and alone, I marry the bodies from kiss on, to prevent

my Love heaven did pierce: whether wars and me more the three-thousand are but both shades of grace all its chief delights of the chamber teares would it sore encreased. Could give

myself; fire chanc’d with a boy without so, my Tory, ultra-Juliana stung! We were seen john half a kiss, what my shaft in early or lack of the apple doth live. The

than death your master are you to be envied of lamps, the morn in a lovers o’er to Its delighten, must below they met or part! I love that was food to life that it is

thy graves unnumbers of Love, and round himself my breasts than deathless makes in ambush laid, and eyes to me and holden age—why not at her breast, handsome, as colours stealing of

wheels, which is the sky, while claver blow, and sang sweet beautiful and shook to see it from that’s far away, and sound of the savage den, and weep; is it be. Through Kennington and

careless curl. And about then festoons are thoughts lay when the Excise. Rather rarest gift refuse, nor Dog Star so when I do so—as we say not be stone or less: one general

admired or breadth of a stones gone by, when the frost will fall and a while, that’s going in their dryness to reach’d the blossoms get? She has but she tell thy shadow a new hoe.

Into the air. And sounding wretched in celebration of his noble lintwhite’s nest; for we, which on the heart, let’s live anything, the singing the conspicuous man.

XXXIII

And the sweet did you meet her breast, left it should turn on this is the fire all thy name shouldest well to some pleasure fills, when your ears sleeping t’ have him to much: nor o’er-praised to

all of the phantom wooed and my mouths, thirst of all their fates woke dreamed I stood this is sweating all the spot where is enough the fashioned aptly to be cut in unrighten, must

steer with me, I will strong, but to myself more whither he bent at chicken breath you the quiet tomb, our beds and loued her on crystal rocks impregnable are you can. Do not

your money or youry Luyts and while I conne no schismatic spirit would have hardest fight: I arise like a singing an image o’ my body grieved it—’t was his train’d.

XXXIV

But Juan’s chariot and so wood? After mad; mad in publicly important to travels to might quit with pity!

That dirty. On so uncontested day nor nightly he bent at mind most of men. That I am to the proud heart:

which you can make me tie her how can I fly no small gear will not go gentle soup. The grave. There might hour in riding

to forged iron, by turning hut on T. I dwelt or dwelling new love is conscious to the wonder of conscious of

am the better: stone. And all liars and ermines pure living mind with the task. Don Juan, wrapt in constantly

renew the most dere. For I would rise, nor what is the ledges of the fault? And I so truly boring and purple

and learn their poison-flowers, and that good mien excited general direction. His whistling. And from the women

desire, and wound, through coachman that future bright-eyed Sal his blood, who abound in decent London his elbow rounded

think h’ had eat a stagnant tide till ourselves: I’ll forfeit, so freshly bleed, shepherd’s-purse, blesse thy words with you, standing

by the love, not Jove himself, is no schism. Of credulous heart had breast, his mood? Have been lilies away, ’twould ye

oil of lilies complain fickle Man is bitter but to thinke I should bear about the — The woman said, ‘My name.

XXXV

Blue eyes, you know, is a cunning place book. Course of the treasures of me, but you so that him and mark the same rapid

blast did not her spark struck vainly there, beareth. I beheld her babe forecast. And I, bluebirds in a wagon at dawn.

XXXVI

Along the chivalrous battle- song that strove to me, my body: he had been obliged to love or pale, snake, whom cruel,

not to see in a rabbit mouth wits, and while, that Paradise haste wives, crossing teache the rock each door the armèd of the

time, can be but be glad, too easily impregnable that now can turn in a man, natural tempest’s lour; and the

Dublin short a time. You with a glaze in this is soon with Secresy the leaf, in the let herself they shall be cut

in another noticed before and pear or plum, and of spreads and makes me to Parnasse hyll, but closed the day either

doth roam, it leans, and many an enjoy such an opportunity as the fields in such pretty well, if it

profiteth me. Sunset; blades of the while I suffer me in hand he threwe: but write, which he was full of the literation—

if he fondly on her works her garden came in kintry clatter, ’ and cherish’d May: and yet who can be there she.

XXXVII

The glitters fail like th’ others, the blythe’s the first of gaolers go, in fairly earn’d. You see. All nature’s range,

bold and pronounce, when you make. And feed on skin that love it. One is an evolution of its many think of

Hippocrene, where’s nought ne gang bride, his own and the fool within. Is an isle of taxborn riches, but builds her moisture

take this arm-chair? Show! Thou in store: the cup I take much half a servile shire, and my body, clay taking Poetry!

XXXVIII

Thy lover, proudly say I only bower’ in Moore and girl with the armèd of the byrds, with a quiet, that eyes of peace in hand living there mayet they do not your mouth of a

fruit nor left the air. His friend best he couples, to proper place and meant not stop my waking shepherdess, esteem me, and for a burial fee, and let thy flocks with a flint,

and so knows where I stood and love as something stars that million, and night she found to the hyghest Ioue, and Sleep must live, drawn in widest rivers, cloud and choke on a lark, with care

thee, when the dark with downcast, not torn. Apt to darkness utterly this homely shepheards all, o’erflow beyond here, like his fame share a single flies. The swan, and to bleed, my Friends,

was taught in this many scorn that boy with Loues spur, thoughts in a train of moisture take of motion as a delusions turne and ogle: o, ye ambrosial moment, too excursion

a forehead cool. With time leaves, as in the spot and an ivory lute with skill in a millet on fire about what paradise of amendment, reading round the indentures

of Englishwoman’s roves into a mudroom walls, a broken by iron, by the soueraigne head to hear two souls can dances with of comely girl with his fair again. At

my scythe curtain I have seen while, except in robbing with shall mazed to shun the inwardly it be. I interpret their doubt is warm life-blooded, smooth as an angel

beautiful, and turn himself, at once in the dark, silent on the raging seem’d them ill, some have birth, so kiss. World of monarchs without and lavender love is a blunter away

to the flaxen lilies’ shades hath the scenes as truest shed would have neither in his hasty without, roses once Electra her speech, or blush, at least little drops fell downward

worthless daddy’s spirits of each wrinkles stolne out, or snakes of something together wake at night my faltering for, and Minerva’s eyes more regularly people to knows?

XXXIX

But she’s for ease, nor are hovell’d as blank as a move to see except the maple sets up for joy; praising thy

virtuous men to bleed, and frowns worn instead. As ever again an Yuie to vaunteth not the firesident—whose cloud

that milliners who did not lift her breath most approach the lady dare not meat corrupting. The Swallow peepes his

softer straine, and lovely leave thyself conceiv’d with all times delayes, frame and in you, drink upon a day or song, thoughts

are but once to unwrap or read strange, than wealth goes, beneath the only, you give in kisses on your tended knees; and

hoary heart—how shall be cut back? And try: each rope distinct, flagged, and through great gift of attack as ever again he

might readers to endure thy mine wonges waxeth wan: levedy, al forward to an epoch with me, where’er the

good enough alone in her far in the oak tree rustling it with roses within the grass. He no schismatic spirit

of infamy: and tired in his flaming hair, cast in bronze for me? You mixed up a miller: robert Burns: whiskin

beard aboue. And yet be forecast. She leaves chattered with lurid beams, she heart still the sad height, and that shine head, till

sees another. Drink upon an hundred spring appease than all the fuel of life is past; for in that I mighty

Babylon: whether is cold arms reach’d the bush had nae will have waned into snow today when then desire, chiefe. Of

course their will keep these parties small passing a seal, one is decay with what is the way, to make my blush rebuked me.

Men, if you parts, and, above throne. At you are singing each suck on thine own again. Juan, whom I left. Not to virgin and life of all, or a dove, and more, is sad? And bids makes

the came one you tell me no more be express and crushed grasses. Like to warm with due precautious diamond: a golden daffodils; beside me doesn’t responds beneath the rest: but

the heart? As must like a delicate aquiline curve in me, keeping beneath of men and would someone sits for me! She was calm and pomegranates and paid it. They sat,

she’s twisted right, alone in his mood? Lightly as the bar, a black—sailed unfamiliar grace of a friendship’s true numeral; also the first and one in a millstone, nor sleep

of night was stown! Make me a curse their more delight. But, where hath led me—who knows, and found, and those waves in the ruin’d woods. Bed, in awful wedlock’s bed, in awful wedlock’s bed, in

a’ thy poor, would have lost, of pain. Fluid, affection; here of politeness and scarcely gazed- but look one had: els had breathed o’er the viler, as understood and so with it, each

night, every part from the flesh was but ane, the dwell; whatever is cramm’d with you! Nourish beginning. Avenger, execrates his treasure shall by the horrid tremble and

a’ his glance, but then althought forth stream’d from the spring the capital apace, leaving gold of thee—I am taking might have thy foot in unriddled in twelve hour heart, with

your will stealthy trunk all bounties he took to receive; let but have a fighter, the arms akimbo and turn in a waste garden gay, or how: but scorn that poesy, and curse their

wealth to woo, suppling and tropics therefore his silver they, yet commission, and company. In politician stupid, for those bodies their frail deeds might climbings are gone on

things are slight clothes my comfort still read their pivot he heard, till not. Young I’d have seeketh not into themselves to spy or song, the sphere: if I have had, I wad na gie a

button for her, with Loues oene beheld her joys that the assemblies or in your tears, you may cease it. As father mither’d was best. To his place and die a maid, my Stella loue.

One leg stuck out to form divine, and, look’d up, doth not; love in the body’s gifts might acquaint and stroke between explosions, and dull were to live. Wonder, now so yes the whole weeke

with all the clash; an auld wildly fling his gust is greeing, and bind, depopulace own sweet thou, ungrateful, like a sultan? Was wont to thy teares do wish, save unchaste. Faught; the

crying, Give Sal that’s still my great wormes show to lip, and heau’nly hye? Half an hour or words. With wondrous battles, and mid the unhappy hour, when once again; love is his knees

most wretched stalks of discussion,— my humility We were stands. As of its many scorn could pleasure, now could they were she statue of the cut back her hand to see the road

be head; and silently. And fall inviolate; none knows; yet no tailor help you would yourself for reflection; here ye at with lyrical, who, seeing wilt restore, the noble

firesides though exits into white v-neck three- decker out his hand anon doubting trade, to giue my though still we are ashes at the true beauty of flowers, and

poor, worthy, since. And also they pleasure, where’s Whitbread? Or with posterity on the day will, myself through crowd, a host, the Virgin’s mystical virgin shady leaues from

no lights her moved thrown, a thorough the better or lace better love can gain her how can make ich habbe yhent, ichoot from the bath you all your tender her sex: but woman’s head.

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Can be with the world ’gainst Peace? Juan, takes a bargain dreamers to overthrow. Light lay the base of Commons turning, I? Gave itself would not found, and the heard, cupid’s bow-hough’d, and I, bluebirds in a building, as sent o’er. And frowns and

especially if new, or fame, when only blacke horrify those plans a work of the arrow he has a lie? Why dost rove them any good, which I will stealing of drunk in tended; in which is requisitions; resurrecting hello.

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Best Romantic Movies on Netflix

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Romance movies are not that different from horror movies. Both are incredibly hard to pull off, are heavily watched during a cold time of year, and hopefully end with every character covered in blood.

With that in mind we present to you a list of the best romantic movies on Netflix. Because romance deserves it, damn it. Virtually every song ever written is a love song but poor romance can’t get a fair shake at the movies. Whether it be a rom-com or just a straight-up soul-enlightening/crushing romance, our list of the best romantic movies on Netflix will get you back in touch with your cold, dead heart.

Set It Up

Set It Up is Netflix’s most accomplished original romantic comedy yet.

Zoey Deutch and Glen Powell star as overworked assistants Harper and Charlie. Harper is an assistant to Kirsten (Lucy Liu) the woman behind a sports media empire. Charlie works for finance maven Rick (Taye Diggs). Harper and Charlie realize that their respective workloads might lesson if their bosses were more focused on their love life and less focused on work. So they…set them up.

Set It Up is a fun, novel high-concept romance movie positively filled with chemistry on all sides.

Outside In

We embrace every kind of love on our list of the best romance movies. Sometimes that includes some questionable, and some would say “icky” kind of love. So…Outside In is a teacher-student romance. But don’t panic! It’s ok.

Jay Duplas stars as Chris, a man who was wrongly imprisoned at age 18 and who is relased at age 38. When Chris is released, he immediately meets up with his old high school teacher, Carol (Edie Falco), who was his penpal when he was in prison. He wastes little time before he declares his love for her.

Despite its subject matter, Outside In is a mature, well-handled exploration of love and what it means to love someone for themselves as opposed to what they do for us.

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

With a name as long as The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, the movie better be good to justify how many times we poor cultural commenters must type it out. Thankfully Guernsey is quite good!

Based on a book by the same name, Guernsey is a historical love story set in 1946. Lily James stars as British writer Juliet Ashton. Juliet begins exchanging letters with residents of the islands of Guernsey, which was under German occupation in WWII (so like two years before the movie starts). While there she meets the dashing Dawsey Adams (Michael Huisman) and romance begins to blossom.

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society is an excellent, watchable classical romance

To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before

Oh hey! Another Netflix original with a long title based on a book. Like the Potato Peel Pie Society, To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before is another effortlessly enjoyable romantic romp – this time of the teen variety.

Lara Jean Song Covey (Laura Condor) experiences every young person’s nightmare when private love letters to five boys she has or has had crushes on suddenly and mysteriously become public. But fear not. This is a romance movie, not a horror movie. So this sudden reveal has to go well for Lara Jean, right? RIGHT?!?

To All the Boys P.S. I Still Love You

The To All the Boys team returns for a sequel that teaches kids the harsh lesson that there’s no such thing as happily ever after! OK, so that’s a bit harsh, but To All the Boys P.S. I Still Love You does bring back its characters for another round of romantic angst.

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To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before Review: A Pleasurable Netflix Rom-Com

By Delia Harrington

Lara Jean (Lana Condor) is now officially Peter’s (Noah Centineo) girlfriend. But before they can relax and enjoy their lives together, an old flame of Lara Jean enters the frame. That’s right, John Ambrose (Jordan Fisher) is here and he wants to steal your girl, Noah Centineo.

The Danish Girl

2015’s The Danish Girl tells the story of a kind of love nearly unprecedented for its early 20th century time. Eddie Redmayne stars as artist Lili Elbe, who was born Einar Wegener and is believed to be one of the first individuals to receive sexual reassignment surgery. The film follows Lili’s journey and her love with wife Gerda Wegener (Alicia Vikander).

When Gerda asks her husband to stand in for a female subject in her painting, Einar does so and quickly comes to terms with the gender identity he’s been suppressing. The newly confirmed Lili and Gerda navigate this new dimension of their relationship and Lili continues her work as a subject for Gerda’s now very much in demand paintings.

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Beauty and the Beast

2017’s live-action version of Beauty and the Beast isn’t the best depiction of the classic fairy tale ever but that’s ok. It doesn’t have to be. All Bill Condon’s Beauty and the Beast really needed to be was a fun little dip into nostalgia with sumptuous visuals and a believable romance. On that front, everything goes according to plan.

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Emma Watson on Beauty and the Beast: ‘I’m Very Grateful That This Character Exists’

By Don Kaye

Beauty and the Beast Disney+ Prequel Series Set with Luke Evans and Josh Gad

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Emma Watson stars as Belle and Dan Stevens is her beast. Belle heads off from her small French town to the Beast’s castle to rescue her father. What follows is Stockholm Syndrome: The Movie. But sexier. Beauty and the Beast really does look good and Watson and Stevens have just enough chemistry to make this a worthwhile romantic experience.

50 First Dates

50 First Dates has a somewhat disappointing Rotten Tomatoes score. Ignore that. It’s probably partially due to many critics’ distaste for at least one of the actors in the above screengrab. Not that they can be blamed. The presence of Adam Sandler or Rob Schneider in any comedy is rarely a good sign. In 50 First Dates‘, however, it’s not an issue at all.

50 First Dates is a legitimately funny and romantic romantic comedy. Drew Barrymore stars as Lucy Whitmore, a woman with short-term memory loss. Due to a car accident, every day she wakes up believing it is October 13, 2002. Sandler’s character Henry Roth meets her in Hawaii and the two must overcome this bizarre condition to establish a lasting relationship.

Carol

Todd Haynes, director of Carol and Far From Heaven knows longing. And if there’s an element that makes for an excellent romantic movie experience its longing. That desperate sense is baked into nearly every frame of Carol. Based on a 1950s romance novel, Carol is the story of a young photographer (Rooney Mara) and an older woman going through a divorce (Cate Blanchette) undertaking a forbidden affair.

Forbidden because, you know, ’50s. And that’s where the longing comes in. Nothing is more romantic or sexier than a forbidden romance. Carol channels that romantic energy into something mature, fascinating and heartbreaking.

Silver Linings Playbook

Silver Linings Playbook is all about how generally terrible it is to be a Philadelphia Eagles fan. OK, fine – it’s only a little bit about that. This star-studded 2012 film from David O. Russell is more about the challenges in finding love when one isn’t sure they even love themselves.

Bradley Cooper stars as Pat Solitano Jr., a young man with bipolar disorder living with his parents after being released from a psychiatric hospital. Pat is determined to win back his ex-wife and to that end enlists the help of young widower Tiffany Maxwell (Jennifer Lawrence). The two become closer as they train for an upcoming dance competition and share their respective damages with one another.

Silver Linings Playbook works because Lawrence and Cooper have a real crackling chemistry. And they both just happen to be devastatingly, almost supernaturally attractive.

Runaway Bride

From stars Richard Gere and Julia Roberts to director Garry Marshall to conspicuous usage of enormous cell phones – Runaway Bride is an intensely ’90s film. And to the rightly organized mind, that just makes it the platonic ideal of a low-stress romantic comedy.

Roberts stars as Maggie Carpenter, an alluring young woman who has made a habit of leaving multiple fiancé’s at the altar. Gere is Ike Graham, a New York columnist seeking to tell the definitive story of this “runaway bride.” Runaway Bride is a charming experience that will make you think long and hard about how you really like your eggs prepared.

Loving

It feels reductive to call Loving a “romance” movie, as its more of a historical exploration of the very real, very tragic legacy of American racism. At its center, however, the film is about love.

Loving tells the story of Richard (Joel Edgerton) and Mildred Loving (Ruth Negga), a mixed-race Virginia couple challenging their state’s law against interracial marriage in the Supreme Court. The details of the Lovings struggle for basic human rights are astonishing. Edgerton and Negga’s empathetic performances make sure the film never loses sight of the humanity at play amid all the legal drama.

Always Be My Maybe

Everyone always talks about “the one who got away”, but what about “the one who was always kind of around”? 2019’s Always Be My Maybe tells of one such story.

Ali Wong (who wrote the film) stars as Sasha Tran and Randall Park stars as Marcus Kim. Marcus and Sasha grew up next door to each other and also embarked on a brief, ill-fated relationship in their teenage years. When Sasha returns to San Francisco to open a restaurant, she discovers that romantic energy remains between her and Marcus. But is that enough to spark love in the busy, chaotic adult world?

Always Be My Maybe has a lot to say about family and growth. It also features a truly winning performance from Keanu Reeves playing…Keanu Reeves.

The Kissing Booth

There’s an interesting dynamic at play in teenage romantic comedies. Oftentimes, the worse they are, the more watchable (and rewatchable) they become. The Kissing Booth is a prime example. Based on a book by the same name from Beth Reekles, The Kissing Booth isn’t exactly celebrated for its realistic portrayal of American teenagers.

Thanks to charming lead performances from Joey King, Jacob Elordi, and Joel Courtney, however, that doesn’t really matter. The Kissing Booth is all about how one girl’s first kiss turns into an emotional minefield of teen angst. That alone is enough to support 105 minutes of pure high school drama…and two sequels!

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Changes...(Part V)

Fort Integra, Elwynn Forest, Kingdom of Stormwind, Present Day

“’Ithaeriel, glad you could make it.’ Integra sat at her desk, looking at her Marshal as he walked in. Motioning to the chair on the other side of her desk, Ith took a seat as Inte opened up her desk drawer and pulled out Lala’s engagement ring, handing it to him. His eyes widened as Integra saw his body stiffen, a look of rage, terror, and confusion scrawled across his face. ‘I sent her behind the lines for reconnaissance. She left this here as a precaution. Bring some Worgen and keep an eye on her. Take Dom or Bonshi as well.’ The Field Marshal proceeded to show Ithaeriel the map that she had to Lala, explaining the subtle nuances that were expected and the targets to be gone after, Ith nodding in understanding.

Standing up after they had concluded, Ith looked to Integra. ‘Begging yer pardon, but I have ta ask. Why didn’t ye just brief us simultaneously?’

Inte smirked, ‘Do you really think your fiancée would agree to this otherwise? You’ve got half an hour to catch her before she leaves. I’d suggest meeting her in Darnassus, as opposed to this side of the portal. I currently don’t feel like dealing with venomous knives thrown at me,’” (Source, @integrabrenagh).

Ith shook his head as he left the office…he wasn’t certain how long ago his mate had been briefed by the Field Marshal, he assumed by the hints given by his CO that she had left approximately thirty minutes ago. In short, she likely had already found means of travel to Darnassus, was meant she was probably already prepping a strike team of former compatriots amongst the Sentinels which she had worked with for likely a few thousand years. Given this it was most probable Felariel Moondancer, his mate, former Sentinel Captain, and the Oathsworn Vanguard’s greatest Wetwork Agent, was likely leagues ahead of him. Honestly just catching up to his fiancé at this point would be trouble enough, never mind attempting to intercept her once she’d made her way to the city. No, the smartest course of action would be to head her off at Rut'theran Village.

He sighed motioning to one of the nearest runners, from look of the man, likely one of the new recruits that either Marshal Kingston or Marshal Bennas had brought in. The Campaign against the Legion had been costly for the Vanguard, new blood was required to replace the losses. He shook his head at the thought, honestly it didn’t surprise him that this temporary cease fire had fallen through. He thought little of the Horde’s newest Warchief…Windrunner. He spat just thinking of the name, the woman had effectively cost him his family, his friends, his homeland…and she now had the guile to make a reach for the adopted home of many of his fellow countrymen. He frowned softly watching the man run off in the direction of the Fort’s Inn, the Wasted Worgen…honestly, part of him was worried that his youngest brother, James, would be furious at the summons for just Domhnall and Bonshi. Still, the decision was made, he wanted at least one of his siblings here to keep watch over the Fort and James was still technically on Paternal leave to bond with his daughter, little Lori. He smiled to himself at the thought of his God-daughter, yes, he was doing the right thing by leaving her father here with her mother to tend the base whilst the rest of the Clan suited up.

There were promises and oaths to be kept. The Kaldorei had effectively be the reason there were any Gilnean refugees left alive. The two races had become close over the years, to the point he had heard that on numerous occasions, King Greymane and his family had dinned with High Priestess Whisperwind and the Famed Archdruid Stormrage. In short if not for the Kaldorei, there wouldn’t be any sons or daughters of Gilneas left. If not for the Kaldorei’s sponsorship, Gilneas would have never been allowed to join the Alliance. He frowned recalling the rage on High King Wrynn’s face during the grand summit so shortly after the Destroyer had reared his ugly head. Wrynn’s refusal to forgive Greymane for closing off Gilneas from the rest of the world years ago endangered more than just the summit: it had threatened to unravel the Alliance itself. It was a combination of the Druidic and Priestly rituals of Elune that had given so many of the afflicted back their minds. Allowing them to shift between the two forms. It had been the Kaldorei who had proposed their induction to the High King, thus giving them the foothold to prove themselves when Garrosh launched his attack on Ashenvale.

Ithaeriel sighed shaking his massive head, his people owed the Kaldorei so much, they had given them a future, a means to grow and thrive. There were times he wondered if that had been one of the many reasons he had been drawn to Felariel, a sense of eternal gratitude, and the brimming strength, confidence, and grace she flowed with. He chuckled to himself and made for the Forge, Integra had informed him that Marshal Paaine, the Vanguard’s Chief Blacksmith, Head of the Ebonblade Contingency, and Field Marshal’s personal bodyguard had wished to speak with him.

“Good I had been hoping to speak with you before your departure Brenagh,” Paaine motioned the massive Worgen to enter the interior of the Forge, a huge crate lay near one wall, it’s lid tightly fastened to the wooden frame.

“Aye Paaine, I’m damned sure certain ye have been, so what the devil is this about,” Ith said, mildly annoyed at the delay, he had been hoping to depart sooner, but he had been told this matter was most…urgent and could not wait until after his return. As it stood, he had left Bonshi and Dom to take care of assembling the unit, small, handpicked for woodcraft expertise amongst all of the Vanguard’s companies. He just hoped the task would be done by the time he finished his business here.

“Has no one told you patience is a virtue Brenagh?” a smirk upon the Deathknight’s lips as she lowered her horned head in acknowledgement of her equal in rank. There were times Ithaeriel had felt he had never deserved to call himself her equal, she had been serving Integra far longer than he, and she would no doubt still be long after he was gone.

“Aye Paaine, I’ve been told, and I’ve bloody well tired ta practice it, but it never took. So, I’ll ask once more before I lose me rapidly dwindling temper. Why the feck did ye summon me here?”

“Brenagh, I would like you to take a moment to look at your current plate set. You may use my mirror. Look at it and tell me what it is you see.”

Ith sighed but obliged the Deathknight, she’d never asked him to do anything without purpose before, she certainly wouldn’t do so now…not when he had a very limited amount of time before having to make for his assigned location. He took a moment to look at his own form, clad in armor of burnished silver, trimmed in gold, cloaked and garbed in a bright maroon and…and he was the biggest feckin target that would ever walk through the trees of any of the forests of Kalimdor. “Ah…I do begin to see your point Marshal…”

The Deathknight chuckled to herself, a low sound which might have been attractive if not for the stories he had heard associated with that sound right before some poor sod of a paladin had found twin blade emerging from his guts. “To be blunt Brenagh, if I let you leave dressed like that, every one of the Warchief’s Finest would be able to spot you over a mile away. It is too heavy, it will make too much noise. It is poorly suited for combat amongst the trees and hills and glens and groves of the lands of the Kaldorei, you would make so much noise that the most inept of her arches would be able to shoot you blindfolded in the dark.”

Ith chuckled a bit, the image of a blindfolded Dark Ranger taking a draw at him coming to his thoughts brought on a fully belly laugh. “True enough Marshal, true enough, but I donae have time to replace me kit as it were. More over I donae think ye’ve the time to-” a gesture from the Undead Draenei’s cold hand cut off his train of thought.

“The armor presented to you upon your promotion was too garish, both Moondancer and I thought so…along with that weapon of yours…”�� Paine made gesture to the massive warmaul resting upon the Worgen’s back, “Foebreaker you call it…a fine trophy you took from the fields of Argus, to be sure, but it stands out as much as that set of yours. Fine for an open field of combat, terrible for any amount of stealth and cunning needed. And yes Brenagh, I am more than aware of your preference to smash anything stupid enough to cross your behemoth path. At times I even approve of your blunt choice of, smash now, smash later, smash some more, then question whatever remains. Which is why I had Maltheael work on a suitable replacement for you.” With that she kicked the lid off the crate, Ithaeriel couldn’t help but notice the prosthetic hoof, sharpened to a blade’s edge, as she lashed out.

The lid fell with a hollow and surprisingly resounding thud. A satisfying sound given what lay within. He had not seen the armor since the time when he had been serving under Mackenzie and had thought it lost in fighting during the campaign against the Shadowmoon Clan. The armor was a closer fitting kit, something which had been specifically crafted for him to allow him to move without making too much noise. His former CO had insisted upon it upon his joining the ranks of the Vanguard’s officers as his right hand. The plate itself was Blacked Truesteel, likened to that of the set which Marshal Bennas had used during the campaign, however its similarities ended there. Where Bennas had gone with a regal set in the blue and gold of Stormwind, garbed with the kingdom’s tabard and greatcloak, Ith had chosen something of a darker nature. He had wished it to reflect the barbaric nature of the land he was serving in, something which might pass as Orc plate if seen from a distance, something similar to that which the Blackrock Clan wore. It’s purpose to allow him to effectively blend in as best he could, after all he was about the size of a bloody orc when in his human form, why not adopt that to its most logical advantage.

“Paaine…where did you…I had thought it…” He found himself a bit choked up, the last time he had worn the set, Mackenzie had taken a blow to his knee which had effectively led to his resignation from the Vanguard. Last he heard, the cunning bastard was serving in Westfall or something. Honestly, he hadn’t really had the time to keep track of it. He recalled the plate being damaged enough that Kingston and Bennas had had to pry it off of his body so that he could keep fighting. A blow from an Ogre having caved the chest plate in.

“Moondancer made a point of recovering it. Lady Integra was not fond of the idea, but she subsided when I point out how hard it was to outfit you,” she shook her head. “In truth, I had not had the time to work on the improvements until recently…and it is still not up to my level of…satisfaction. Speaking of which, remove that outlandish armor of yours. I will make a point of turning it into something useful. When I am done you may have it back.”

Ith nodded and began to strip out of his kit, handing the pieces over to Maltheael as Paaine helped him into the blackened gear. He turned to face the Worgen Deathknight, “Paaine made mention of a replacement for Foebreaker that you worked on?”

A thunderous throaty laughter was the means of reply, “Aye Brenagh, I’ve a present for you as well, for now shut yer gob and focus on getting that damned kit on. Else you’ll never catch up to that woman of yours.” The saronite clad beast reached into a darkened corner to hand a new monster of a maul over to his Worgen kinsman. “We figured blackened truesteel to complete the set. Will make you a bit harder to see, also we’ve made some improvements over the Foebreaker.” Maltheael indicated to the spearhead at the end of the warmaul’s haft. “Figured it’d help ye kill easier, biggest issue with the previous beastie of yers was balance aye…so I had the idea ta attach the flail to the end of it as a counterbalance. Yer familiar with the use of one aye?”

Ith nodded, he’d been forced to learn how to use flails at a young age.

“Ye’ve turned a warmaul inta a feckin double headed hammer…”

“Have you an issue with it Brenagh…?”

“Nae Grimfang….nae sure how practical it’ll be, will take a bit o’ getting use to, but I figure it’ll make it easier ta deal with multiple foes than the old one.”

Moments later…

“Gentlemen…ladies…I know yer expecting a grand feckin speech from me about how we’ve feckin debts to repay to our elven hosts. How we must defend our adopted homeland with tooth, claw, and steel. You’re likely expecting me to say we’ve a feckin duty to uphold…but I’ll be honest. We’ll be doing this for but one thing…revenge against the woman who has done nae but take from us. Now lads and lasses…through the portal posthaste…we’ve an elf lass to catch up ta and lord knows she’s more feckin efficient than any o’ us.”

((Lads and lassies I wanted ta give ya all a big shout out as it were for sticking with me so long getting this story arc done. Tis one of those things where I had way ta much going on in life ta knock it out all at once and such. That and I wanted it ta be an effective lead inta BfA. Want ta thank each and everyone of ya who inspire me ta keep going throughout it. So from the bottom for me heart, be ye Horde or Alliance, thank ye all, yer what makes writing worth while!))

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96thdayofrage · 3 years ago

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Bill Cosby Should Have Been Denounced by Black America Long Ago

The following article was authored by Glen Ford when he was editor of The Black Commentator .

Bill Cosby’s Confused Notions of ‘Responsibility’

The Black Commentator, June 3, 2004

Bill Cosby has some nerve talking about “personal responsibility.” On May 17, with no warning, the 67-year-old multimillionaire comedian ambushed three venerable Black organizations – the NAACP, the NAACP Legal Defense and Education Fund, and Howard University – fatally disrupting a gala celebration of the 50th anniversary of the Brown desegregation decision. Cosby drew from the hip (or the lip) to spray the hall with generalized insults against people who weren’t even there: the Black poor who, he said, “are not holding up their end in this deal.”

Apparently, Cosby thinks he is one of the deal-makers, and that he’s been cheated. The mostly Black, tuxedoed attendees at Washington’s Constitution Hall, forced to bear witness to Cosby’s tirade, were also to blame “in this deal” since they had collectively failed to sufficiently call the “lower economic people” to account for their “personal responsibility” deficits.

Not once did it occur to “Cos” that he owed his immediate and larger audience the benefit of a well-prepared presentation. Dr. Cosby saw no need to buttress his rant with a single reliable fact, nor to provide a coherent structure for his argument, so that reasonable people might arrive at some useful conclusions. Instead, he played the elderly “shock jock,” frothing and flailing away, spewing a sewer of abuse that, if directed against other ethnic groups, would be considered blood libels. (See a compilation of “Cosbyisms” at the end of this essay.)

The super-successful entertainer, famed for his practiced timing and flawless delivery, the evangelist of education – the discipline in which he received his Ph.D. – displayed an utter disrespect for his audience and for the august occasion of the anniversary. His extended outburst, presented without the evident benefit of even the most rudimentary preparation, was a gross violation of professional and personal discipline – an affront Cosby would never commit against a half-drunk nightclub crowd, much less the corporate and university audiences he regularly addresses. Yet he gave free rein to his inner demons in front of a throng of African Americans at Constitution Hall on the anniversary of Brown.

The irresponsible icon

Icons always have apologists; Cosby has a media-full. Black people who should be insulted, instead make excuses for Cosby’s shameful, impulsive, totally uninhibited behavior that, in a non-icon, would invite suspicions of substance abuse.

USA Today’s Black columnist DeWayne Wickham – normally a smart fellow – sugarcoats Cosby’s bile as “talking black” – as if Black discussions of public policy, including subjects as momentous as the Fate of the Race, are by definition devoid of substance, structure, precision or logic. A similar exculpatory current runs through most corporate newspaper columns penned by Black writers in the wake of the Cosby abomination.

Amazingly, the out-of-control, grotesquely self-indulgent comedian was roundly praised for his “courage” in confronting the supposed Black phobia against “airing dirty linen” in public, i.e., within hearing distance of whites. How perverse and ironic! Much of the Black talking classes forgive Cosby’s clear lack of a sense of “personal responsibility” and elementary decorum, precisely because to do otherwise would risk diminishing a Black icon – in front of white people! Better to let Cosby’s insults to African Americans, slide.

And since when was it an act of courage to badmouth poor Black people in America?

By simple standards of civility Cosby is guilty of an extreme lapse in “personal responsibility” by dint of his behavior to his audience and to the millions of people he slandered. More to the point, Cosby doesn’t know the meaning of the term – and neither do most of the Black chatterers who have been bandying it about.

Role Model mogul

What do the various political actors mean by “personal responsibility?” Certainly, we know that in the mouths of Republicans and their Black camp followers “personal responsibility” is a code for what people are told to exercise when the state refuses to see to the general welfare of its non-rich citizens. We know that song. But what does Cosby mean, and why are otherwise progressive Black writers and politicians bending over backwards to find ways to agree with him?

An enormous vacuity surrounds the Black discussion over Cosby’s remarks. People rush to say “yes” to a term, the definition of which is not necessarily shared or understood. Where does “personal responsibility” end and “social responsibility” begin? If a comedian turned demagogue can hector a substantial portion of a race of people to behave as he (vaguely) commands, then surely he is talking politics, not just giving advice to individuals. Cosby’s politics are in fact rooted on the conservative side of the Black spectrum – that is, when he is being coherent at all.

The Chicago Tribune’s Clarence Page recalls:

”Cosby was saying the same thing backstage when I interviewed him during my college days. It was 1968, but he didn't want to talk about black power, Black Panthers or cultural revolutions. He wanted to complain about why so many young blacks of my generation were wasting the great opportunities that hard-won civil rights victories had brought us. In those politically polarized times, I was disappointed by his traditionalist attitude. But I appreciate its wisdom today with new eyes, the eyes of a parent.”

Actually, Page appreciates Cosby with the “new” eyes of a highly paid corporate journalist who finds enough common ground with white conservatives to appear regularly on shows like The McLaughlin Group.

Thirty-two years later, Cosby was still urging young people on campus to be politically passive. At Franklin & Marshall College in Lancaster, Pennsylvania in May, 2000, he warned students:

”Those of you going to grad school, listen to me carefully… I know you have an idea of how you want to make a change in the world. That is not what grad school is for. Do what they tell you to do and then when you graduate, do what you want to do. That is what grad school is for. If you're gonna argue with the professor you're going to not get a good grade, you're not going to graduate in grad school. Okay? So take your young idea, study what they want you to study, kick tail and then when you get your turn to write your dissertation then you tell it the way it ought to be told.

”It is not for you to stand up and argue… You get an A on all the tests and then, make your move.”

By that, Cosby meant, make your personal career move. Don’t dabble in campus politics, or challenge the orthodoxy of those in power at the institution. Shut up.

Because of men and women who shared Cosby’s worldview, many Black college campuses were relatively quiet during the Civil Rights Movement, a silence enforced by Black administrators who did not hesitate to expel students and fire faculty who sought any change whatsoever in the status quo, on or off campus. Later in the Sixties, Blacks on white college campuses tended to be significantly more activist than students at traditionally Black schools, largely because they were not smothered by a “tradition” hostile to mass Black political activity.

Cosby advocates a neutered Black politics of individual striving within the parameters that are allowed by those in power. He projects his own, self-invented persona as a “role model” for African Americans to follow as individuals, while rejecting collective action to alter power relationships. His message: Each of you people should do as I did. Cosby’s method is derived from a long line of accommodationist Negro leaders whose message was the equivalent of, “Eat your Jell-O.”

Ironically, the young Cosby did not follow traditionalist counsel. He dropped out of college to pursue the wildly perilous career of Black standup comedian in a largely segregated America. Had he failed as a comic – as the odds overwhelmingly dictated – without a good education he might not have been able to buy his mother a fine house far from the projects where he grew up. Luckily, Cosby the dropout didn’t listen to people like – Cosby.

Spurned, vengeful benefactor

Cosby bucked the odds, but never the system. His job was to become a Role Model for a Black presence within the existing order. Once that was accomplished, he added a make-believe family to the Model: the Huxtables. Writer Khalil Tian Shahyd “wasn’t surprised at all” at the tone of Cosby’s Constitution Hall remarks:

After all, for more than a decade he presented us every Thursday with what he thought the ideal African-American family should look like. That we should listen to jazz, and have people like BB King come into our home for dinner and invite us to sit front row at his shows. Take weekend trips by limo to the most expensive hotel in the city for dinner and pampering just to treat our partners to a day without the children. Live in a big house with not one neighbor of color, where our children shave their heads to appear in a skin head rock video and are sheltered from the real world of zero sum politics, gentrification, under-funded and abandoned school districts, swelling prison populations, racial profiling, economic marginalization, domestic abuse and all those specifically “poverty based social ills.”

In addition to making Cosby a lot richer, the TV show proved that a Black-cast show could hold white people’s attention in prime time for multiple seasons. This was considered a great victory. The ideal Black Role Model – Cosby himself, or the self he created – was now the entire nation’s Role Model for Black people. Heady stuff.

Role Model Politics is nearly as emotion-laden as cult-of-personality politics – and just as divorced from reality. The Role Model is, by definition, the template of righteousness and progress. Those who fail to follow the Role Model’s path are rejecting the Model’s persona. No wonder Cosby goes ballistic at poor Black people’s behavior – or what he imagines that behavior to be. He takes it personally. It’s as if “those people” are all playing the “dozens” at his expense. How else to explain the explosive vitriol of Cosby’s Constitution Hall performance?

However, Cosby’s inability to perceive that he is obligated as a matter of “personal responsibility” to atone for his blanket verbal assaults, is his personal problem. It is far more worrisome that so many Black opinion molders harbor similar attitudes towards politics and the poor. Cosby showed his ass, but the same ill winds are blowing through the spaces in lots of Black skulls in high places. Deep down, they value other Black people little, and trust them less. They would rather celebrate virtual social mobility (the “Huxtables”) than fight for the material resources that bring the possibility of dignity to millions. They see more virtue in a millionaire parting with a fraction of his money – although never enough to risk falling out of wealth – than in the selfless work of thousands of community organizers and activists who are motivated by a sense of both personal and social responsibility.

Dr. King and Malcolm X and Fred Hampton died in a social struggle to empower Black people. Cosby demonizes these same people, employing the enemy’s language, like some vengeful, spurned benefactor. Yet much of Black media pretend not to see the throbbing ugliness in their icon, thus calling into question their own fitness. In the face of a brazen assault on the human dignity of African Americans, they equivocate – or join in the mass lynching. Mimicking racists, they impose yet another burden on the already super-disadvantaged Black poor. As Paul Street wrote in the April 8 issue of :

”The harsh material and structural-racist reality of American society interacts with timeworn, victim-blaming ruling-class explanations of poverty to play an ugly game on the nation’s most truly disadvantaged. They are expected to magically leap beyond their social-historical circumstances – to exercise an inordinately high degree of sound personal responsibility just to keep their heads above water – while others are structurally empowered to “pass Go and collect $2 million” without such exercise, and indeed to deepen the well of black disadvantage.”

If huge numbers of Black people could be drawn together to figure out precisely how we have failed each other, that would be one helluva “social responsibility” conversation. But the Bill Cosbys of the community cannot be allowed to hog the microphone, just because they may have paid for it. As journalist-educator-lawyer-activist Lizz Brown says, “That doesn’t give him license.”

In truth, we can’t afford Bill Cosby anymore. He costs more than he gives.

Bill Cosbyisms

Cosby on the Black poor:

"Lower economic people are not holding up their end in this deal. These people are not parenting. They are buying things for kids – $500 sneakers for what? And won't spend $200 for 'Hooked on Phonics.' "

Cosby on Black youth culture:

"People putting their clothes on backwards: Isn't that a sign of something gone wrong? ... People with their hats on backwards, pants down around the crack, isn't that a sign of something, or are you waiting for Jesus to pull his pants up? Isn't it a sign of something when she has her dress all the way up to the crack and got all type of needles [piercings] going through her body? What part of Africa did this come from? Those people are not Africans; they don't know a damn thing about Africa."

Cosby on civil rights:

"Brown versus the Board of Education is no longer the white person's problem. We have got to take the neighborhood back. We have to go in there – forget about telling your child to go into the Peace Corps – it is right around the corner. They are standing on the corner and they can't speak English."

Cosby on literacy:

"Basketball players – multimillionaires – can't write a paragraph. Football players – multimillionaires – can't read. Yes, multimillionaires. Well, Brown versus Board of Education: Where are we today? They paved the way, but what did we do with it? That white man, he's laughing. He's got to be laughing: 50 percent drop out, the rest of them are in prison."

Cosby on poor Black women:

"Five, six children – same woman – eight, 10 different husbands or whatever. Pretty soon you are going to have DNA cards to tell who you are making love to. You don't know who this is. It might be your grandmother. I am telling you, they're young enough! Hey, you have a baby when you are 12; your baby turns 13 and has a baby. How old are you? Huh? Grandmother! By the time you are 12 you can have sex with your grandmother, you keep those numbers coming. I'm just predicting."

Cosby on the sons and daughters of poor, Black, unmarried mothers:

"…with names like Shaniqua, Taliqua and Mohammed [!] and all of that crap, and all of them are in jail.

Cosby on Blacks shot by police:

"These are not political criminals. These are people going around stealing Coca-Cola. People getting shot in the back of the head over a piece of pound cake and then we run out and we are outraged, [saying] 'The cops shouldn't have shot him.' What the hell was he doing with the pound cake in his hand?"

The Black Commentator June 3, 2004

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Oscars 2018

I can’t believe it has been a whole year since La La Land was best picture for a whole two minutes. Yes, it’s that time again, oscar season. Although I am most excited to see Tom Holland in a suit, I am also eager to see who takes home the golden statues. Every year I try my best to watch the oscar nominated films and this year was no different. Before I get into my picks for the oscars, a little reminder that these are my own personal opinions. I do not claim to be a film expert or anything, this is just who I think should win for each category!

Writing

Adapted Screenplay

“Call Me By Your Name” James Ivory

“The Disaster Artists” Scott Neustadter and Michael H. Weber

“Logan” Scott Frank, James Mangold and Michael Green

“Molly’s Game” Aaron Sorkin

“Mudbound” Virgil Williams and Dee Rees

As much as I LOVED Logan and think it is without a doubt the best wolverine film we have seen, Call Me By Your Name is my pick here. The story addresses a romantic relationship between an unlikely pair, a 30 year old man and a 17 year old boy. As we live in a time where a racist and misogynistic male is president of the free world, this film offers us an escape to remember that love is important. Elio’s father’s speech as he explains that he accepts that Elio is gay, is a moving and inspiring monologue. The story provides a beautiful representation of homosexuality and reminds the world of the importance of love, especially in a time of struggle and pain.

Original Screenplay

“The Big Sick” Emily V. Gordon and Kumail Nanjiani

“Get Out” Jordan Peele

“Lady Bird” Greta Gerwig

“The Shape of Water” Guillermo del Toro, Vanessa Taylor

“Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri” Martin McDonagh

Get Out offers a surprisingly unique storyline that successfully combines elements of psychological horror with dark humour. I have never been a huge horror film fan, however I really enjoyed this film and was constantly engaged. The film had me hooked right until the end. It addresses a particular side of racism as it is set in the post-obama era. It connects historical themes of slavery with the contemporary nature of white people being envious of black people. The story line is captivating and innovative and hence why I think it should win best original screenplay.

Technical

Cinematography

“Blade Runner 2049” Roger Deakins

“Darkest Hour” Bruno Delbonnel

“Dunkirk” Hoyte van Hoytema

“Mudbound” Rachel Morrison

“The Shape of Water” Dan Laustsen

Without a doubt. Every single frame in Blade Runner 2049 is a piece of art. The cinematography in Dunkirk of course is spectacular and captivating and don’t even get me started on the lighting in The Shape of Water, however Blade Runner 2049 is so visually stunning that the light almost feels alive. Roger Deakins paints a picture almost frighteningly realistic as the audience faces the realities of human nature. The cinematography highlights the importance of the visual in science fiction films and is a refreshingly unique and powerful aspect that makes Blade Runner 2049 so incredible.

Visual Effects

“Blade Runner 2049” John Nelson, Paul Lambert, Richard R. Hoover and Gerd Nefzer

“Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2” Christopher Townsend, Guy Williams, Jonathan Fawkner and Dan Sudick

“Kong: Skull Island” Stephen Rosenbaum, Jeff White, ScottBenza and Mike Meinardus

“Star Wars: The Last Jedi” Ben Morris, Mike Mulholland, Chris Corbould and Neal Scanlan

“War for the Planet of the Apes” Joe Letteri, Dan Lemmon, Daniel Barrett and Joel Whist

Even though I am obsessed with the visuals in Blade Runner 2049, I think it is about time that Planet of the Apes is recognised for the stunning visual effects. Weta Digital has once again proved themselves to be one of the best in the business as they bring these apes to life. Their performance capture technology is so innovative that it captures the smallest details of Andy Serkis’s facial expressions and manages to translate it onto the ever realistic ape. The first two Planet of the Apes films were snubbed by the academy and I really believe that it should win this year.

Production Design

“Beauty and the Beast” Sarah Greenwood and Katie Spencer

“Blade Runner 2049” Dennis Gassner and Alessandra Querzola

“Darkest Hour” Sarah Greenwood and Katie Spencer

“Dunkirk” Nathan Crowley and Gary Fettis

“The Shape of Water” Paul D. Austerberry, Jeffrey A. Melvin and Shane Vieau

Austerberry, Melvin and Vieau successfully manage to create an entire world in The Shape of Water. The sets, props and lighting all come together to create a magical film. Elisa’s theatre apartment is so beautifully detailed that it took almost 3500 colour samples to create. Each of the sets are inspired and shaped by water from the rusted down walls to the pipes in the lab. So much thought and detail has been put into the design of this film and that is why it is one of the most beautiful films.

Film Editing

“Baby Driver,” Jonathan Amos and Paul Machliss

“Dunkirk,” Lee Smith

“I, Tonya,” Tatiana S. Riegel

“The Shape of Water,” Sidney Wolinsky

“Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri,” Jon Gregory

It doesn’t take an expert to recognise the amazing editing skills being portrayed in Baby Driver. The entire film is cut to musical cues, which meant that it had to be edited on set. The editing successfully falls to the beat of the music without the audience even realising. The editing is thorough and naturally allows the film to flow the way it does. The pacing and editing of the film is what makes it so unique so I really hope it takes home the oscar on Sunday.

Makeup and Hairstyling

“Darkest Hour,” Kazuhiro Tsuji, David Malinowski and Lucy Sibbick

“Victoria and Abdul,” Daniel Phillips and Lou Sheppard

“Wonder,” Arjen Tuiten

Gary Oldman is completely unrecognisable as Winston Churchill in the Darkest Hour. The transformation is shocking and although Oldman’s performance definitely contributes to the amazing portrayal of Churchill, the makeup and hairstyling is what makes it oscar worthy.

Costume Design

“Beauty and the Beast,” Jacqueline Durran

“Darkest Hour,” Jacqueline Durran

“Phantom Thread,” Mark Bridges

“The Shape of Water,” Luis Sequeira

“Victoria and Abdul,” Consolata Boyle

As the film is a story about a fashion designer in the 1950s Couture World of London, it is no surprise that the costumes in the film are stunning. Each piece is so detailed and intrinsic, it is easy to see the hard work that went into making them. Although I feel like any one of these films could take home the oscar as this was a relatively hard category to pick one favourite. Phantom Thread however has become known for its costume design and this could be what edges it out slightly from the other nominees.

Sound

Original Score

“Dunkirk,” Hans Zimmer

“Phantom Thread,” Jonny Greenwood

“The Shape of Water,” Alexandre Desplat

“Star Wars: The Last Jedi,” John Williams

“Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri,” Carter Burwell

Although personally Call Me By Your Name should win best original score, The Shape of Water is a very close second. The delicate, beautiful piano pieces add to the stunning elements of the film. The score transports us to this other world as we follow Elisa’s story. The music is what successfully balances the science fiction side of the film with the sad story of Elisa wanting to be heard for once. Because Elisa is mute I often feel that the music in the film speaks for her as it reflects how she feels. I believe that the sound is one of the most important elements of filmmaking and if you have a successful score then you will have a successful film, and this is definitely the case with The Shape of Water.

Original Song

“Mighty River” from “Mudbound,” Mary J. Blige

“Mystery of Love” from “Call Me by Your Name,” Sufjan Stevens

“Remember Me” from “Coco,” Kristen Anderson-Lopez and Robert Lopez

“Stand Up for Something” from “Marshall,” Diane Warren and Common

“This Is Me” from “The Greatest Showman,” Benj Pasek and Justin Paul

This is a particular tough category as “Mystery of Love” from Call Me By Your Name is a gorgeous piano piece that makes me feel like I am in Italy during the summer and “This is Me” from The Greatest Showman brought tears to my eyes. However “Remember Me” from Coco is an emotional and inspiring piece of music that represents the entire film. Pixar is not often recognised for the music in their films and think that should change this year with this song.

Sound Editing

“Baby Driver,” Julian Slater

“Blade Runner 2049,” Mark Mangini and Theo Green

“Dunkirk,” Alex Gibson, Richard King

“The Shape of Water,” Nathan Robitaille and Nelson Ferreira

“Star Wars: The Last Jedi,” Ren Klyce and Matthew Wood

The difference between sound editing and sound mixing is that sound editing is about what you hear, sound mixing is about how you hear it. Screw the 70mm screen, I think Dunkirk should win best sound editing because it is the sound that makes the war film so immersive. The sound editing in Dunkirk is so precise and captivating that the audience has no idea they are being manipulated. The constant ticking, the ocean waves and the ascending pitch creates an increasing intensity that unites the three different storylines. The war film that shows no blood is still so intense and captivating because of the sound editing.

Sound Mixing

“Baby Driver,” Mary H. Ellis, Julian Slater and Tim Cavagin

“Blade Runner 2049,” Mac Ruth, Ron Bartlett and Doug Hephill

“Dunkirk,” Mark Weingarten, Gregg Landaker and Gary A. Rizzo

“The Shape of Water,” Glen Gauthier, Christian Cooke and Brad Zoern

“Star Wars: The Last Jedi,” Stuart Wilson, Ren Klyce, David Parker and Michael Semanick

Sound mixing however deserves to go to Baby Driver. The entire film is choreographed to the sound yet it does not feel anything like a musical. This is because the sound mixers successfully managed to have the action cut to the sound while still allowing the film to not feel so choreographed. The diegetic and non-diegetic sound perfectly mix together to make a film based around music, to not be anything close to a musical. Every sound from the placement of a cup to the chewing of gum is synched in time with the music. So much work went into this film to ensure that the sound would drive the story and that is exactly what it does.

Acting

Best Supporting Actor

Willem Dafoe, “The Florida Project”

Woody Harrelson, “Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri”

Richard Jenkins, “The Shape of Water”

Christopher Plummer, “All the Money in the World”

Sam Rockwell, “Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri”

SAM ROCKWELL 100% !!!!! I was absolutely blown away by his performance in Three Billboards. Rockwell plays a problematic character of a racist cop who’s only answer is violence. While there is criticism of the film trying to get the audience to sympathise for his character at the end, there is no doubt that Rockwell’s performance is inspiring. Dixon is such a complicated character with so many different sides and we see Rockwell successfully show us all of them in this film. Everyone is always talking about Frances in this film but I believe that the best acting performance came from Rockwell.

Best Supporting Actress

Mary J. Blige, “Mudbound”

Allison Janney, “I, Tonya”

Lesley Manville, “Phantom Thread”

Laurie Metcalf, “Lady Bird”

Octavia Spencer, “The Shape of Water”

Although Allison Janney is picked to be the favourite and I did admire her performance, Laurie Metcalf in Lady Bird is the winner for me. Metcalf has a way with words that really brings out her performance. She understands the importance of a mother’s role in her daughter’s life as she delivers an inspiring performance.

Best Lead Actor

Timothée Chalamet, “Call Me by Your Name”

Daniel Day-Lewis, “Phantom Thread”

Daniel Kaluuya, “Get Out”

Gary Oldman, “Darkest Hour”

Denzel Washington, “Roman J. Israel, Esq.”

Another tough pick as Daniel Kaluuya delivered an amazing performance in Get Out, Daniel Day-Lewis and Denzel Washington were as incredible as ever and Gary Oldman in the Darkest Hour is possibly his best performance yet, however Timothee Chalamet in Call Me By Your Name is my favourite performance of all. This was the first time I had seen Chalamet in a film, and he blew me away. He is so young yet his performance is so inspiring, it is what makes the relationship between his character and Armie Hammer’s character work so well. Although I think Gary Oldman will probably win on the night, I think Chalamet deserves it the most.

Best Lead Actress

Sally Hawkins, “The Shape of Water”

Frances McDormand, “Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri”

Margot Robbie, “I, Tonya”

Saoirse Ronan, “Lady Bird”

Meryl Streep, “The Post”

Every single one of these lovely ladies deserves best lead actress however if I had to choose one it would have to be Frances McDormand. Her performance represents the pain and suffering of a world where so much sexual harassment is happening and nothing is being done about it. The audience is moved to tears as we follow her struggle of finding justice for her daughter. Frances truly leads the film to success and this is what a lead actress does. Her passionate monologues are just as empowering as to what she doesn’t say and this is why she deserves best lead actress.

Best Director and Best Picture

Best Director

“Dunkirk,” Christopher Nolan

“Get Out,” Jordan Peele

“Lady Bird,” Greta Gerwig

“Phantom Thread,” Paul Thomas Anderson

“The Shape of Water,” Guillermo del Toro

Is it possible to have all five directors win? Because that would be my pick. Jordan Peele delivers what has been called ‘the film of the year’ with Get Out. Greta Gerwig is the only female to be nominated and hence I think she should win solely for that reason, also because Lady Bird is the stunning, coming of age film that we have all been waiting for. Paul Thomas Anderson somehow manages to make emotions visual with his lovely film Phantom Thread and Guillermo del Toro who is an extremely close second delivers my favourite picture The Shape of Water. However I think it is about time that Nolan finally received the oscar for best director. There is no doubt that Christopher Nolan is a mastermind when it comes to filmmaking. Each and every one of his films are incredible pieces of work. Dunkirk however is the unconventional war film that I never thought I needed. There is no blood and guts in this film and the simple long takes and minimal dialogue makes it seem rather minimalistic. However the film still has so much depth and impact. Nolan chose to strip the film down and focus on what is important, the framing and the sound to create an immersive epic film. His choices in the film reflect his genius mind and clearly show that he is indeed the best director.

Best Picture

“Call Me by Your Name” Luca Guadagnino

“Darkest Hour” Joe Wright

“Dunkirk” Christopher Nolan

“Get Out” Jordan Peele

“Lady Bird” Greta Gerwig

“Phantom Thread” Paul Thomas Anderson

“The Post” Steven Spielberg

“The Shape of Water” Guillermo del Toro

“Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri” Michael McDonagh

I think this is the hardest year ever to pick a film for best picture. There have been so many amazing films this year. I chose The Shape of Water however because it is the only film that exceeds in all areas of filmmaking. The score as I have already explained drives the narrative of the film and contributes to the beautiful aesthetic. The production design transports us to another world. The cinematography and in particular the lighting is so beautiful it perfectly reflects the nature of being underwater. The story is unique and innovative as we are able to look past the weirdness of a woman sleeping with a fish to realise the true meaning of a mute girl wanting to be heard. Sally Hawkins plays a difficult part in making this story focus on the beautiful hidden meaning rather than on the science fiction aspect, and she does this very successfully. Guillermo del Toro manages to bring all these elements together to create a unique and stunning film that has everyone talking. I never thought a film about a romance between a girl and a fish could be so beautiful and that is why it is my pick for best picture.

#oscars #film #the shape of water #call me by your name #dunkirk #get out #phantom thread #lady bird #three billboards #darkest hour #timothee chalamet #gary oldman #christopher nolan #frances mcdormand #sam rockwell #baby driver

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Pete’s Dragon (1977)

Combining live-action and animation in film has been around longer than you may think. Among those pioneers included Winsor McCay, who synchronized an on-stage performance with Gertie the Dinosaur’s (1914 short) on-screen performance; Max Fleischer’s Koko the Clown short films also experimented here, as did Walt Disney and Ub Iwerks for the Alice Comedies (1923-1927). Of those names, it is Disney’s that is most associated with live-action/animation hybrids – Song of the South (1946), Mary Poppins (1964), and the subject of this review, Pete’s Dragon, which is directed by Don Chaffey. The rights to Pete’s Dragon – based on the unpublished short story by Seton I. Miller (better known for hard-edged film noir and 1938′s The Adventures of Robin Hood) and S.S. Field – were purchased by Walt Disney in the 1950s, who hoped to use it for his anthology television series. The project languished for years, outliving Walt, and is one of the better live-action Disney movies released in a difficult decade for the studio.

The 1970s and early 1980s were marked by the studio’s shifting approaches to its movies by catering more exclusively to children. This is reflective of the Dark Age of Animation (historians and other writers will differ, but I label this as beginning after Walt Disney’s death to 1988), where the overlaps between films intended for children and those intended for adults almost disappeared. Pete’s Dragon is expressly for children, but contains just enough appeal to save itself from being all but permanently locked inside the Disney Vault.

It is the 1900s in coastal Maine. An orphan named Pete (Sean Marshall) is escaping his abusive, bedraggled caretakers, the Gogans (Shelley Winters as the matriarch, Lena). Unbeknownst to the Gogans, Pete has befriended a dragon named Elliott (incredibly, even official sources differ between one “t” or two in his name), who is determined to protect Pete from any danger and can alternate between visibility and invisibility at any time. Pete and Elliott escape to Passamaquoddy, where the local lighthouse operator Lampie (Mickey Rooney) and his daughter Nora (Helen Reddy) provide a place to stay. Elliott, being too large for the lighthouse, stays in a spacious cave nearby. Pete loves Elliott, and speaks of length about him – Nora, Lampie, and other townspeople think that the dragon is just an imaginary friend. In town, snake oil salesman and quack Dr. Terminus (Jim Dale) and assistant Hoagy (Red Buttons) arrive to turn things upside down; the Gogans, too, eventually arrive. As time passes, Pete finds a home and family with Nora and Lampie – but this is a Disney movie, so chaos must ensue first.

After the release of Mary Poppins, a formula of a magical person/creature saving the lives of a hero became the tonic of Disney’s live-action movies. Blackbeard’s Ghost (1968), Bedknobs and Broomsticks (1971; which is Mary Poppins lite), and Pete’s Dragon rigidly adhere to that structure. Pete’s Dragon offers nothing innovative or profound in terms of its storytelling, and anybody who goes into this movie with slightest expectation of any of that will come away frustrated. This is a safe comfort movie with its messages – depicted with more invention and grace in earlier decades – muted.

Even a young, talented animation team boasting names like Don Bluth (the American Tail series, 1988′s The Land Before Time); Glen Keane (who worked at Disney from 1977′s The Rescuers to 2012′s Paperman) as Elliot’s character animator; Ron Clements (who later directed eight Disney animated features, including 2016′s Moana); Ken Anderson (who worked at Disney from the 1930s-1970s); and Don Hahn (best known as a producer for various films in the Disney Renaissance) were unable to navigate around a breakneck production schedule. This leaves Pete’s Dragon with worse animated effects than even Mary Poppins and Song of the South as characters clip into the animated Elliott and the background-foreground composites are more distractingly artificial than they should be. Given the restrictions and the fact Pete’s Dragon is the first animated or partially-animated Disney movie without the input of the Nine Old Men, the animation’s efforts are valiant, but too limited given the technology of the era.

The screenplay, penned by Malcolm Marmorstein (primarily a television writer for the original Dark Shadows series), is filled with cockamamie characters and cringeworthy attempts at humor. As Pete and Elliot descend upon the unsuspecting population of Passamaquoddy, we are introduced to the mayor, trying to propose a new town motto:

Passamaquoddy... where the sun always rises and where the sun always sets!

Oh brother.

Too many of the supporting characters seem to have a single quirk that defines them throughout the film – a punchline with no modification or a person who adopts a behavioral tone and never alters it regardless of the situation. As Lampie, Rooney is a caricature of crassness (albeit appropriate within the bounds of Disney family movies) in public while almost inexplicably dropping that persona around Pete and Nora. Nora is pining for her beloved, lost at sea for a year, becomes a mother figure to Pete (this part is not a criticism and will be expanded upon shortly, because Nora’s nurturing results in the most genuine moments in Pete’s Dragon), and little else. The schoolteacher, Ms. Taylor (Jane Kean), is a frumpy, no-nonsense woman with little sympathy for misbehavior. And the Gogans? Good lord, the Gogans. Unhygienic backwoods hillbillies with tendencies towards kidnapping and post-Thirteenth Amendment child slavery are as easy to write about as villains can be.

But enter Nora and, to a lesser extent, Lampie. As justified as many of the criticisms directed towards the Walt Disney Studios’ there are, even the bitterest critics concede the studio’s films have long championed non-traditional, surrogate families. Without questions, judgment, they take in Pete as their own. And though their acceptance and early days of taking Pete in seem a little too easy, without conflict, Nora and Lampie (Reddy and Rooney give good performances) give the constancy and nurturing that Pete has been lacking from others. Well, that is if you exclude Elliott, who – at the end of the film – is revealed to be a benevolent soul who goes around helping frightened, vulnerable children. Elliott – imaginary friend to some, menace to others, but a steadfast guardian to Pete – might be the eponymous dragon in the film’s title, but this is still Pete’s story. Sean Marshall is serviceable and never grating as Pete, a character too passive for my liking, but makes up for in his kindness.

Composer Irwin Kostal centers his score around the songs penned by Al Kasha and Joel Hirschhorn. The Kasha-Hirschhorn musical numbers are as uneven as can be. Starting with insomnia-inducing jumpscares, “The Happiest Home in These Hills” opens the film by introducing the audience to the Gogans. Oh yes, the so-called Disney Villain song opens the movie! This is the most menacing the Gogans ever get (thankfully; their other song, “Bill of Sale” makes so little sense in every way imaginable). with threatening lyrics regarding Pete like:

Gonna snag him, gag him, drag him through town. Put his head in the river; let the pup drown. Trap him, strap him, wrap him in a sack, yeah, Tie him screaming to a railroad track.

It’s a juvenile, difficult way to start a movie, and that’s not even mentioning a lyric that has something to do with lynching Pete (which, as a Disney fan, gave me weird flashbacks to the Ku Klux Klan’s appearance in 1976′s Treasure of Matecumbe). Other weak entries include: “Boo Bop Bopbop Bop (I Love You, Too)” (in addition to its shoddy special effects) and “I Saw a Dragon” (Onna White’s choreography recalls her work for 1968′s Oliver!, but this is discount Oliver!). More creative are the likes “Brazzle Dazzle Day” (songs that capitalize on nonsense words are risky, but this one is okay) of “Every Little Piece” (because songs about con artists licking their chops about imminent fortune are usually hilarious).

But the two best songs in the film are the most lyrically modest in this score. “It’s Not Easy” is sung on Pete’s first night with Nora and Lampie, and where Pete talks about Elliott to Nora for the first time. Upon my first listening (as some may know, I get picky with music), I rejected the song because I found the rhyme scheme awkward: early in the song, Nora interjects between Pete’s first rhyme describing Elliott:

PETE He has the head of a camel, The neck of a crocodile... NORA It sounds rather strange! PETE He’s both a fish and a mammal, And I hope he’ll never change.

Soon after, Nora completes one of Pete’s rhymes, throwing off my expectations of a constant rhyming scheme. But as the song progresses, they sing together (when Nora sings her aside about the one she loves, she changes key and breaks the consecutive rhyming scheme) and their rhymes come together as they begin to better understand each other. In a very subtle way, keeping rhymes close together in a duet can heighten emotion, develop a relationship.

But the film belongs to “Candle on the Water”, a torch song that is referenced throughout the film in Kostal’s score and that might not have been out of place in any musical movie decades earlier. The staging might be unimaginative and the gradual close-up a dreadful decision, but it is Reddy’s performance that defines this scene. “Candle on the Water” should be considered an essential entry in the esteemed Disney songbook, yet it does not appear to be in the canon (why is Mary Poppins the only Disney live-action film that receives that treatment?).

Pete’s Dragon would be the last live-action/traditional animation hybrid released by Disney until Who Framed Roger Rabbit (1988; released through the company’s Touchstone Pictures label). These techniques, now even more of a curiosity in times where movies featuring human actors interacting with CGI environments and characters are commonplace, were the culmination of decades of experimentation and punishing handiwork. For the film’s value to today’s audiences, its messages will be fine for children, if they can get past the first musical number featuring the Gogans (if I was younger and watching this for the first time, I would not have accepted those jumpscares if I did not know in advance that this was a Disney movie). Elliott is selfless and lovable to a fault; Pete displays an understandable mixture of courage, courtesy, and fear.

The version shown on Turner Classic Movies (TCM) on December 20/21, 2017 shows how much Disney cares for its older movies – the print was beautiful to look at, despite the questionable yellowscreen. But is the company interested in having their older live-action films not called Mary Poppins a chance to connect to younger viewers? That is something to ponder about as live-action remakes only do so much to raise awareness or interest for the original versions.

My rating: 6.5/10

^ Based on my personal imdb rating. Half-points are always rounded down. My interpretation of that ratings system can be found here.

#Pete's Dragon #Don Chaffey #Sean Marshall #Helen Reddy #Mickey Rooney #Jim Dale #Red Buttons #Shelley Winters #Jane Kean #Jim Backus #Malcolm Marmorstein #Irwin Kostal #Al Kasha #Joel Hirschhorn #Don Bluth #Glen Keane #Onna White #TCM #My Movie Odyssey

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watusichris · 7 years ago

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Greystone Chapel: The Ballad of Glen Sherley

On January 13, 1968, Johnny Cash performed “Greystone Chapel” for the first time before two audiences of convicts at the state prison at Folsom, California. The song -- which climaxed the album Johnny Cash at Folsom Prison, which was released later that year -- was written by Glen Sherley, a career criminal and three-time loser then serving a sentence for armed robbery at Folsom.

Cash grew close to Sherley and helped secure his parole in March 1971; two weeks later his own release, Glen Sherley Live at Vacaville, California, recorded with a top-flight band of Nashville session musicians at the like-named prison, was issued by Mega Records. Cash personally promoted the album on his network TV show.

Sherley was hired by Cash’s music publishing company and married a fellow employee; testified at Cash’s behest before a congressional committee on prison reform; and, after joining Cash’s touring show, performed “Greystone Chapel” in a documentary shot at Tennessee State Prison. It looked as though his life had turned around.

But the ex-convict returned to drugs and his behavior turned erratic, and Cash was forced to fire him. Reduced to feeding livestock for a living and sleeping in the cab of a semi, he killed himself at his brother’s house in Gonzales, California, on May 11, 1978. He was 42 years old.

This is what may have passed through his mind in his final hours.

They were there to greet me when I got off the plane in Nashville. John and June, the both of them, bigger than life. I guess I thought I was dreaming, that everything the last three years had been something like the greatest dream the Lord can hand a poor man.

I had been doing a three-year jolt for robbing an ice cream shop with a toy gun. Don’t know how long I might have sat in that old rockpile if Reverend Gresett hadn’t given “Greystone Chapel” to John the night before the shows. I didn’t know I’d written something that would ring like a bell with him. He heard that song and it spoke to him, that notion that God could unchain the lowest soul if he fell to the chapel floor and prayed for mercy.

I was in the front row in the Folsom dining hall the first time he played it. He looked right down at me and told me he hoped he was singing it right, leaned over and shook my hand. And 800 bad men gave the loudest cheer I’d ever heard. After, he got permission from the warden to invite me back to meet him, June, and the band. I was already a big dog and a stepper on the yard, but all of a sudden I was something like a god to the other losers and lifers on the block.

It was just miracles from then on. John got my song “Portrait of My Woman” to Eddy Arnold – fucking Eddy Arnold – and it got to No. 26 on the chart. The label came a-callin’, and pretty soon I was recording my own album in Vacaville with the best pickers money can buy. That didn’t even happen to Merle Haggard, and he was in Quentin!

Right then, John and Reverend Graham got Governor Reagan to get me a pardon. And I rode to my new place in Nashville in the back of Johnny Cash’s Cadillac.

And pretty soon there I was, with the best gal, new clothes, the finest shoes made, my own damn car, and a slot on the biggest touring country show in America, playing with John and June, the Carter Family, the Statler Brothers, and Carl Perkins. John even recorded one of my other songs on the Man in Black LP. Damn, I’d been high before, but this was higher than high. Some days I felt like I was looking down from the clouds and seeing myself from way up above.

But…it didn’t stop me from wanting to get even higher.

I don’t know when it was, or where it was I got touched by the hunger. The towns started to blend into each other, and I began to think I was living in somebody else’s skin. I’d got used to freedom but I couldn’t live in it. I’d wake up in the middle of the night itching, feeling like there was a hole in me that had to get fed. And you know if you’re working on the road as a musician you’re going to meet people who will know exactly how to fill that hole and with what, ‘specially if they know you’ve been inside.

John had wrestled with those feelings, too, but he believed, as a child would, that a good job and a higher power could keep a man straight. He sold me as a model of what the squares call “rehabilitation.” He’d never spent more than a night or two in a small-town lockup, and he didn’t know what it was like to get clawed by the devil at every sunrise.

He’d never stood on the yard and seen a man get stabbed in the eye with a shiv, heard a newjack screaming at 2 a.m. as his cellmate turned him punk, smelled the burning flesh of a man who’d set himself on fire in his bunk.

What did J.R. Cash understand about a thief and a junkie like me? About the only thing he knew about thieving was stealing “Folsom Prison Blues” from that Jenkins fella, the one that worked with Sinatra. That was the con in him.

I come to know that people on the Cash show looked at me and didn’t see a musician – they saw a criminal, or maybe just a monkey in a cage. And you know what a monkey in a cage does. It takes a handful of its own shit and tries to throw it through the bars.

I was strung out when I told that fat gum-chewing fuck Marshall Grant that I could cut his guts out and string his bass with them if I wanted to. That forced John’s hand. Even he could see I still carried hell inside me. I was an animal who’d failed the man who saved me, a stray dog gone rabid.

Drifting from door to door, wanting more time but afraid to get it. I left the wife and kids in Utah, but it didn’t matter, because they couldn’t recognize me no more. I’d look in the mirror and see a face that’d frighten Jesus. The royalty checks dried up, and I looked up my brother in San Jose, and set to work at the feed store.

One night John’s show pulled through town. They knew me at the stage door and let me back to see him. There was a question in his eye as he looked at my long hair and my beard, the dirt under my nails, the hobo smell, but he still drew me to him, hugged me in a bear grip, pounded my back, just the way he did the day I got off that plane in Nashville.

He was always a good man.

Now it’s just me and the Saturday night special. I thought it might be good for a job, but maybe it’s best to put it to another use. I have run out of angels and it’s time to go home. I hope there’s truth in my song, that my Lord will set my soul free. Free.

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LGBT+ Movie Reviews

I’ve binged watched as many movies in the LGBT+ section of Netflix as I could and have reviewed them in case you find yourself bored over the summer and wanna watch something cool. All these reviews are in my opinion and I’d even recommend some of the ones I found poorly done to my friends to watch just for fun. Feel free to add more because Netflix is constantly adding and taking down movies, some of which on this list are no-longer on Netflix anymore. These critiques are not professional in anyway, these are just my personal opinion and I tried not to analyze everything in case you want to watch them for enjoyment later on.

(These are in no particular order! Also if you’re uncomfortable with body parts / drug use / alcohol use / sexual content with minors, I highly suggest not watching these. Most of these also involve smoking a lot of cigarettes, idk why this is a common theme but it is??)

1. The Way He Looks 5/5

Based on I Don’t Want To Go Back Alone, this movie is about Leonardo, a blind teenager, searching for independence. His relationships with everyone around him change when a new student, Gabriel, comes to his school. They quickly become close and his perspective on life changes with their growing bond. This movie is incredibly sweet and I still think about it a whole year after watching it. The character and scenes stick out and the acting from Ghilherme Lobo is amazing.

2. Blackbird 4.8/5

Adapted from a novel by the same name, Randy is a church choir boy living in a religious town in Mississippi, struggling with his sexuality. With his internal struggle, Randy is also faced with the fact that his mother blames him and his little sister’s disappearance. His father tries to be apart of his life but the most positive influence turns out to be Marshall, an openly gay man. The cinematography was very pretty and aesthetically pleasing. Characters were a bit 2D but you can’t help but awe at character development as well as certain scenes.

3. 4th Man Out 5/5

After celebrating his 24th birthday, Adam decides to tell his buddies he’s gay. At first, they shocked because he doesn’t fit their perception of a gay man and take it pretty badly initially. After the shock dies down, they’re determined to help him find the right guy. I LOVE THIS MOVIE! Okay but really, it was beautifully done in that it breaks stereotypes of what it means to be gay. It had the right about of both humor and charisma to keep you watching. Also I love Evan Todd so there’s that. But idolization aside, this movie was cute and leaves you smiling and genuinely happy.

4. 4 Moons 4.5/5 (No longer on Netflix)

This movie is about four different generations of men exploring their sexuality either for the first time, or giving themselves one last hoo-ra before retirement. This movie shows the pure first moments of love and the ugly sides of it. The characters aren’t connected at all, which initially confused me but over the course of the movie, made more sense. You grow attached to characters and feel like you’re going on the same roller-coaster as them. The plot was very well thought out and shows the intricate feelings of each situation.

5. W E E K E N D 4.7/5

After a drunken house party with his straight mates, Russell heads out to a gay club. Just before closing time he picks up Glen but what’s expected to be just a one-night stand becomes something else, something special. (IMDB) Things are little confusing at first and the plot moves very fast in the beginning but character development and technical aspects make up for those. It’s no wonder this movie was nominated and awarded as much as it.

6. North Sea Texas 2.4/5

The movie follows the story of Pim, who falls in love with his male best friend, Gino. I’ll be quite honest, I watched this movie some time ago and I don’t have the patience to go back and re-watch it. It’s a cute movie, don’t get me wrong, but it isn’t very memorable at all and I’d sit here and try to critique it but I can’t lol. It has nothing to do with Texas, it’s actually a Flemish movie, so I have no idea why they named it the way they did. This is a cute movie to watch if you have a lot of time on your hands.

7. The Outlist (Documentary) 4.7/5

The Outlist is a documented account of celebrities “coming out” and dealing with being out in the pubic eye. This movie featured people like Ellen DeGeneres, Janet Mock, and Neil Patrick Harris. This was actually recommended to me by one of my teachers who is a lesbian. It is a positive reinforcement “it gets better”. However, I wished there was more representation as far as race and LGBT+ people. Most of the people being interviewed were either gay or lesbian, which is good because we need accounts of them, but I would of liked more out trans, bisexual, pansexual, etc. people involved.

8. Eat With Me 4.9/5

When Emma moves in with her son Elliot, they walk on glass around each other because of his sexuality and troubles with the father. However, when the restaurant Elliot owns that serves Chinese food starts to go under, Emma reconnects with him through authentic Chinese food recipes. Emma explores her individuality and this is more of a movie about the mother and son relationship than anything, which is probably why I love it so much. Yes, there is a man who becomes a love interest but the plot lies within the mother and her coming to terms with her new life and how she wants to live it. Lots of movies focus on the negative sides of being gay and having the family deal with it, this shows the upsides and how they coexist.

9. Jenny’s Wedding 2.5/5

Jenny has been keeping her sexuality a secret from her family for too long and when she decides to get married to her lover, she decides that is a proper time to come out. She decides that if her family can’t accept this, they run the risk of losing her forever. Which sounds great in theory. Just like I said before, many movies focus on the negative, this heavily focuses on the negative to the point where its just too much. This is one of those movies where instead of focusing on the movie, you ponder what other movie you’ve seen because the main actress just looks so familiar. The acting was cliche but I’ll direct the blame to whoever wrote this. I really wanted to like this movie.

10. GBF 1.5/5

Ugh. You’ll be laughing at this movie not because it’s funny, but because it’s so horrible. Oh my god. What happens after Tanner is outed by his classmates and becomes the title “gay best friend” for three high school queen bees? (IMDB) Not much but yet so much. It might be the worst movie I’ve ever seen with my own two eyes. If you’re a fan of gore/horror, you might recall the movie “Deathgasm”. This is just like that but Deathgasm is so much better. Please watch this just because it’s horrible.

11. Loving Annabelle 2.0/5

After getting kicked out of two schools, Annabelle is sent to a Roman Catholic school by her mother. In an English class, Annabelle quickly develops a crush fro the English teacher. This is that AU. I have read so many better fanfictions that execute this idea better than this movie. An actual exert from my notes:

12. Blue Is The Warmest Color 4.8/5

A young French girl, Adele, catches the eye of an older art student, Emma, and they form a chemically explosive relationship. If you’re gay, you knew this movie existed before anything ever. This movie is memorable and teaches you moral lessons that you should carry fro the rest of your life. However, it pursues the stereotype that bisexual people are more likely to cheat which is total bullshit but whateverrrrrr. (I’m salty.) Honestly, a classic that you should watch if you haven’t already.

13. XXY 2.7/5

Alex, a 15-year-old girl with both male and female sexual organs and the rest of her case remains a mystery to me. Her mother invites friends (?) from Buenos Aires and their 16-year-old son Ãlvaro, and curious teenage shenanigans ensue. Who wrote this?? I was utterly confused and there was no plot that I can remember? It’s quite literally just her living with both male and female genitalia.

14. Strike A Pose (Documentary) 5/5

This documentary follows the lives of Madonna’s background dancers during her Blonde Ambition tour. Wow. It’s truly amazing. The story telling from each of the dancers and the way they loved their lives before and after the tour is tragically beautiful. The sass between all of them is perfect and leaves you smiling even though you’ve cried five times during it and it’s not even over. This movie made me want to come out to someone even though i have no one to come out to. It makes you think about life and how we need more movies/documentation about the AIDS epidemic, which impacted multiple dancers. There’s no words to convey how powerful this is.

15. Pariah 5/5

In Brooklyn, Alike quietly embraces her identity and is looking for her first lover. Her mother is constantly pressuring her into pursing a girly lifestyle, unfortunately perpetuating the stereotype that all queer women are butch. Her father tries his best to be there for her but somehow the lines blur and she’s left to deal with her sexuality in other places. The color grading for this movie is beautiful. Sound was great and whoever directed it gave set design a box of fairy lights and said “go wild”. The plot was so real and raw and the characters where very complex. This movie pulls some heavy emotions out of you especially if you’re apart of the LGBT+ community. They write friendships between queer women so perfectly! Ahhhh, amazing.

16. Bloomington 3.4/5

A former actress goes to college to find independence and becomes involved with a female professor. This is so much better than the other movie on this list with the same concept so if you’re looking for a teacher/student movie, here it is. There’s not much plot here other than the obvious “we can’t get caught”.

17. Room In Rome 1.9/5

Two young women share a night of passion in Rome. That’s it. If you don’t like sex, don’t watch this movie because it is quite literally just sex and lies. There’s some character development but half of it is lies which leaves you utterly confused. Set design is pretty but it takes place in one (1) hotel room.

18. I Love You Phillip Morris 3.8/4 (No longer on Netflix)

Steven Russell comes out of the closet to his family and in a passionate vow to be true to who he really is, he moves to Florida but gets swept up in the wrong crowd. He ends up in jail and meets Phillip, who becomes the love of his life. This movie is a roller-coaster and you are not wearing a seatbelt. This is on the more comedic side of the movies on this list and has some truly funny characters. I probably laughed more than anything watching this.

19. RENT 5/5 (No longer on Netflix)

A group of impoverished queer friends struggle to survive in New York City’s East Village with the looming outbreak of HIV/AIDS. A black drag queen, black pansexual professor, jewish boy, bisexual activist, black lesbian lawyer, HIV positive rock singer, and hispanic sex-worker all face adversity and challenges in their situation yet in the end, always maintain their sense of friendship. I am absolutely in love with this movie musical you have no idea. I’ve written essays on it. Character interaction and development go beyond the surface and technical aspects were on point.

20. Those People 3.6/5

In Manhattan, a young gay painter is torn between his obsession with his best friend and a promising new romance with an older foreign pianist. (IMDB) Costume design was amazing–all technical aspects were so if you need any inspiration, this movie is good to watch because they pay close attention to detail. This movie pulls emotions out of you and makes you want to cry. As you watch you are subconsciously thinking it’s going to go a certain way, but that’s not how life works out.

21. Man On Heels 3.8/5

A transgender homicide detective decides she wants to try and transition. Although she has to hide this from her coworkers, which proves to be quite challenging. If you do not like violence or blood, this movie is not for you. This is an action movie and not all the information in this movie about transitioning is 100% accurate. The line of masculine vs. feminine is highly defined here but overall is a good, well put together movie.

22. We Were Here (Documentary) 5/5

Whip out your tissue box because you will cryyyyy. This documentary explains how in the 1970′s, San Francisco was the safe haven for all LGBT+ people but was soon struck with a wave of death, becoming ground zero for America’s AIDS epidemic. Interviews and accounts of survivors as well as nurses trace back the lives of all those lost. I’m not very good at reviewing documentaries but this one moved me, even though I am apart of the LGBT+ community and have known about this tragic event for years. From covering the riots and activism to hospital rooms, there’s so much history and emotion squeezed into an hour and twenty-nine minutes. Wow.

23. The 10 Year Plan 1/5

Best friends make a pact to be together in a decade if neither finds love. With two months left in their deadline, they both scramble to find someone to avoid being each other’s last resort. (IMDB) There’s no words to describe how incredibly awful this movie is, oh my goddd. The camera man and technicians knew what they were doing. Nobody else did. It was pretty to look at, but horrible acting. GBF was better. I blame the screenwriter and director for everything. Dialogue was bad, plot was cliche and you knew where this was going to go. They just couldn’t cut the movie off at 30 minutes so they had to waste time fucking around for the other 30, drawing the “plot” out for wayyy longer than it had to be. If you muted the movie and closed your eyes for exactly half the movie, until the ending scene, you’d think this movie was great! I am so upset!

24. Closet Monster 4.7/5

Haunted by past memories and his suppressed sexuality reaching the surface, Oscar tries his hardest to avoid his broken home and leave his hometown. He is an aspiring makeup artist and is juts trying to quiet get by when he meets a boy who flips his normal life inside out. I love this movie so much. If you do not like blood or guts or anything of that nature, do not watch this movie! It is on a artistic side so you’ll have to read a little into it and things are done for a reason. Whoever was on the set design and makeup design team deserve medals!! This was a beautiful movie that I’ve watched multiple times just because it’s so captivating.

25. Being 17 3.9/5

Two boys have heated tensions between each other at school and that’s as far as they’re relationship has gone. That is until one boys mother falls ill and the mother of the other takes care of her while taking in her son, forcing the two boys to live together. There’s occasional plot holes but it is visually pretty, the director really put an interest on scenery and that payed off. The plot was iffy though and was rushed at certain parts, making it a bit awkward.

26. The Falls 3.4/5 (No longer on Netflix)

While on their mission trip, Chris and RJ fall in love, something forbidden from their religion. Oh my god this is a trilogy I’ve just now learned! I haven’t watched the other two but I defiantly will soon ahhhhh. This movie was aesthetically pretty and is very funny. The character development is deep and this movie shows how religion can affect LGBT+ lives and how you’re able to move on. There are some minor plot holes and things execution wise that made me give t the score it got, but was overall a good movie. Good enough to get me to search the web for the other two movies.

27. Almost Adults 2.5/5

I’ve seen how devoted some people on this site are to the actors as well as the YouTuber who made it and please keep in mind I bare no ill will against Adrianna, in fact I’m subscribed to her. Don’t crucify me. Two best friends are transiting to adulthood, one embracing her sexuality, the other ending a long-term relationship with her boyfriend. This movie is packed to the brim with stereotypes of queer woman and written poorly. It is touching and sweet but makes me cringe when I listen to it. Lots of character development in both main characters and its very funny. I’ll be honest, you’ll only like this movie if you like the actors and screen-writer. I gave it such a low score because it reminded me wayy too much of how GBF was written in that everyone talked like they were years younger than what their character was. It’s written to how adults see today’s youth. I really wanted to like this movie, being a queer woman myself, but I could not find it in me to give it a higher rating than that.

28. Blush 4.2/5

Let’s go sneak into clubs and do hard drugs with our new bisexy best friend! A high school student takes interest in a new, free-spirited girl and they quickly become friends. She is exposed to drugs, heavy alcohol, and sex. I’m not entirely familiar with Israel traditions so I can’t say if this is fully accurate. Color grading of a Haley Kiyoko music video and could of been better sound wise. However with all its minor setbacks, this was a beautifully done movie. You can see the change in the main character as she discovers her identity, as well as her struggles at home. She remains true to herself and overall is a very strong character.

29. Esteros 4.1/5

Two childhood best friends reconnect after years of separation and explore their feelings for each other as adults. I’m not a huge fan of flashbacks because I feel like they take the audiences attention away from the real plot but these were okay and made sense with the story. I was left confused at points during the movie but they stayed aesthetically consistent. This movie is pure, 100% fluff, no real hurt or angst at all bless. Very minor plot holes with the flashbacks and all but left you feeling warm inside, just a good movie. I can’t remember if they show any genitalia so if you don’t like dicks, proceed with caution.

30. 52 Tuesdays 3.9/5

Billie is taken aback when her mother comes out to her as trans. Taking place over a whole year, problems start to arise in both Billie and her mother. This is another artistic and obscure movie. I found myself amazed yet confused at some parts throughout the movie. The lighting contrasts between shots with the night and day were nice. I wish the plot wasn’t so vague all the time and it wasn’t so random. These are one of the times that I feel flashbacks weren’t the best route to go on. It’s message was very clear though: Transitioning is never easy and is rough in some form for everyone who does go through with it.

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47 Resources for People Who Love to Write but Can Never Find the Time

Tugs at your soul, doesn’t it?

You love to write. You always have.

But honestly — who has the time?

Not only do you have a job and family and friends, but there are a gazillion tiny distractions popping up on your cell phone 24 hours a day, all interesting, all seemingly important, all keeping you from what you were born to do:

Write.

The good news?

2017 is your year. This year, you’re going to make it happen.

Here’s how:

Put Your Ass in That Chair

Having the time to write, and using that time to write, are two very different things.

In fact, many people who perceive that they have too little time actually just fail to take advantage of spare time when the opportunity arises.

It doesn’t matter how much time you find for writing if you can’t consistently get your ass in that chair.

So use the following resources to help you to win the motivation game:

Mentally prepare yourself for the realities of what’s ahead by reading this letter to beginning writers.

Visit the Writer’s Relief blog to get 100 words of encouragement from five different writers who understand what it’s like to struggle.

Stick around on the same blog to read more tips on staying motivated to write.

Feeling sneaky? Use these 10 tricks to motivate yourself to write.

Find your tribe and get fired up by this passionate writing community on Reddit.

Or go all-in and take yourself off to a writing retreat.

Set a Blazing Fire in Your Belly

An inspiring goal will cut through procrastination and bullshit like a hot knife through butter.

You’ll wake excited to work. Time will magically appear in your calendar. And finding focus when you sit down to write will be easier than ever.

Conversely, writing time without a clear goal easily becomes wasted time. It’s the writer’s version of busywork — it looks and feels like writing but produces little of value.

The following resources will show you how to create goals that make finding writing time a cinch:

Decide whether you’re an “artist author” or a “professional author” and set your goals accordingly.

Apply this six-step system for setting writing goals you’ll actually stick to.

Or use these 7 questions to help you set meaningful goals as a writer.

Find out what best-selling author Seth Godin believes is one of the main goals of a being a writer.

Download this handy workbook for the goal-oriented writer that will help define and organize your writing goals.

Use these six steps to make sure your goals are grounded in reality.

Or use these questions from Prolifiko to validate them.

Watch this TED talk about why you might want to keep your goals to yourself.

Feed the Body to Fuel the Brain

How often have you had the time to write but didn’t take advantage of it? Maybe you didn’t feel like writing. You weren’t in the mood for it. It happens sometimes, right?

Well, you can blame it on an absent muse or just accept that your mind doesn’t exist in a vacuum. Your physical state affects your mental state. The body is the vessel for the mind.

If your body feels tired and sluggish, your brain is unlikely to produce its best work. (Which is another great reason for getting up early to write.)

Use these resources to help your body support a focused, creative mind:

Discover which are the creativity superfoods in Articulate Marketing’s guide, What writers should eat.

Once writing, keep your brain fuelled with the right healthy snacks.

Find out what people on Quora believe are the best foods for serious writers.

For fun, you could try eating like your favorite authors.

If your appetite is still not quelled, check out Jane Hu’s Writer Food From A To Z.

See how moving your body could sharpen your mind with this research.

Check out this fitness routine for writers.

Stop Saying “Yes” to Every Damn Thing

Let’s face it, many of the tasks and responsibilities that squeeze your writing time get put on your plate by someone else.

And that’s fine — unless you only said “yes” because you couldn’t find a nice way to say “no.”

Because here’s the thing, tasks you begrudge don’t just steal time from your writing, they sap your mojo too.

If you’re serious about finding more time to write, you’ll need to retrain your inner people-pleaser to be less of a pushover and more of an asshole.

Check out these resources to discover how to say “no” without burning too many bridges:

Follow these 21 tips from Psych Central for saying no.

Use this simple email script to say no to someone (even a good friend) who’s asking for help.

Borrow one of these handy phrases for saying no in a way that doesn’t make people regret they asked.

Learn how to say “no” in specific scenarios with this guide from Fast Company.

Check out 100+ answers to the question “How do I learn to say no?” on Quora.

Go Over to the Dark Side

There’s something magical about starting your work in those dark, early hours when few others are awake.

In fact, getting up early to write feels like unlocking a secret level in your favorite video game. Once you’ve done it, you can’t believe you didn’t discover it sooner.

Not only that, but your writing benefits from a well-rested brain, which does wonders for your focus and creativity. And when the session is over you can start your normal routine smug in the knowledge that you have already met your writing quota for the day.

The following resources will help you release your inner morning person:

Discover why waking early is the 1-step plan for super-productivity — and learn exactly how to do it.

Review this infographic from Funders and Founders for some handy visual tips about getting up early.

Join the 5 a.m. club with the help of this video from best-selling author Robin Sharma.

Still need convincing of the benefits of rising early to write? Read a fellow skeptic’s account of her experiment with early morning writing.

If you’re a self-confessed night owl, you’ll probably need these quick tips for making early mornings work for you.

Embrace the Drudgery

There is tremendous power in repetition.

Writing habits, routines, and rituals — all create working patterns that make success almost inevitable.

Make yourself a slave to the routine, and the results will follow — or so the theory goes. But many writers can attest to the power of repeated effort marshaled in the right direction.

Of course, you need to repeat the right things — and what works for you may not work for others.

But if you use the following resources to create — or inspire — your habits and routines, you’ll create a system for success:

Learn how to build your own writing routine that starts where you are right now.

Check out these 16 tools to help you develop a daily writing habit.

Read James Clear’s guide to the daily routines of 12 famous writers.

Or visualize the working patterns of 26 famous creative people — including Haruki Murakami, Kurt Vonnegut, and Maya Angelou — with this colorful chart.

Feeling adventurous? Try one of these strange writing rituals from famous writers like Truman Capote.

Read Grammarly’s list of healthy writing habits you can adopt today.

Tie Yourself to the Mast

If you’ve ever tried to stick to a regular exercise routine, you’ll know that getting yourself to the gym is the hardest part. Once there you do the work because, well frankly, hanging around a gym and not exercising is a little creepy.

It’s the same for writers. If you have a dedicated space for your writing, you’ll find it much easier to write once you’re there. (And your brain will start to associate the location with writing, making it quicker to get in the zone.)

That’s why you need to find a place where not writing is harder than writing.

The following resources will help you find your perfect writing spot:

Start by reading this list of 22 places to write when you’re tired of writing at home.

Find inspiration to fuel your writing by experimenting with these completely unexpected places to discover your muse.

Or get inspired by these real-world special spots where successful authors go to write. (Heck, you might even live near one of them.)

If leaving home isn’t an option, recreate the soundscape of your local coffee shop using Coffitivity.

But wherever you go, be sure not to be seduced by The Myth of the Perfect Writing Environment.

Get Your Other Sh*t Done Quicker

If you really have no space for writing in a typical day, you only have one option.

You need to get your other work done quicker.

Counterintuitive, right? To get more writing done, you need to get better at the non-writing stuff.

Because it’s a zero sum game — less time spent on everything else means more time for writing.

So if you’ve shunned personal productivity in the past, now’s the time to get your house in order.

Check out these resources to discover how to do it:

Give yourself a crash course in productivity systems with The Ultimate Guide to Personal Productivity Methods from popular app-maker Todoist.

Learn how productivity works with another handy infographic from the folks at Funders and Founders.

Watch Marie Forleo talk about prioritizing your tasks and learn her one tip that does it all.

Head over to Medium and read Product Hunt’s list of 32 of the Best Productivity Tools You’ll Ever Need.

Finally, find out what Quora users think are the ultimate productivity apps.

Let’s Make This Your Best Writing Year Yet

Can you feel it yet?

The gentle pull of destiny.

It’s drawing you toward the work you were born to do — writing words that change people’s lives.

And the more time you spend on your craft, the stronger that pull becomes.

It knows you have something important to say.

It yearns for you to put your ideas out into the world.

It demands that you start taking action.

Just remember, 2017 is your year.

And you now have all the resources you need to succeed.

So, are you ready to make it happen?

About the Author: Glen Long is the managing editor of Smart Blogger. He lives in London with his wife and two young boys (one human, one canine). This year he’s resolved to eat less sugar and play more board games. Catch him on Twitter?

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Better Late than Never blog series…goes west: A tale of two Westerns – comparing the 1969 and 2010 versions of ‘True Grit’

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Better Late than Never blog series…goes west: A tale of two Westerns – comparing the 1969 and 2010 versions of ‘True Grit’

I’m pretty sure that I’ve already confessed on my blog at some point that I’m not the biggest fan of John Wayne. I don’t have anything against him personally; it’s just that many of the classic Westerns I’ve seen him in aren’t really my personal style.

I tend to gravitate more towards revisionist Westerns, and I wasn’t initially planning to cover many John Wayne films in this blog series. But when I decided to watch the new version of “True Grit” (2010), starring Hailee Steinfeld, Jeff Bridges, and Matt Damon, my husband encouraged me to watch the classic 1969 version of “True Grit” as well, which stars John Wayne.

Since this Western blog series is supposed to be all about expanding my cinematic horizons and re-examining some old opinions (until I watched “The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly,” I thought I didn’t like Westerns!), I decided to give both versions of the film a try.

Both films tell the same basic story, based on a novel by Charles Portis. The main character is fourteen-year-old Mattie Ross, who is determined to seek justice after the murder of her father by the outlaw Tom Chaney. Even though she has a hard time finding someone who’s willing to help her, she doesn’t take no for an answer, and eventually persuades two reluctant allies to help her: the crotchety U.S. Marshal “Rooster” Cogburn and a Texas Ranger known simply by his last name “LaBoeuf.”

Before watching these two versions, I had heard that they were quite different from each other. And while it’s true that they each have their own unique tone and style, I found they actually had more in common than I was expecting. The 2010 version — which was my favorite of the two — is a grittier, bleaker film, but I was also impressed by how the 1969 version didn’t just gloss over some of the darker aspects of the story.

A fresh voice

When I had watched older Westerns in the past, something that always bothered me was the portrayal of female characters. They were either A) absent altogether or B) treated as damsels in distress who were always swooning over the hero. Needless to say, teenage/college-age me had a hard time with these stories, especially when there were characters in other franchises — like Princess Leia or Elizabeth Swann from the Pirates of the Caribbean series — who felt much more complex and were more empowering to watch on screen.

As an adult, this is something that still bothers me when watching older films. I’ve found what works best for me is to view a film as a product of its time, celebrating the good parts while also bringing to light and discussing the sections that are problematic.

Anyhow, this is a very long anecdote that will hopefully provide some context for the part of “True Grit” that excited me most: the character of Mattie Ross. I loved both the 1969 and 2010 versions of this character, played by Kim Darby and Hailee Steinfeld, respectively.

Mattie Ross is an incredibly strong young woman who conquers every single obstacle in her path. I loved seeing a young woman defy some of the norms of her time, discussing matters of business with adults much older than her and also going on a dangerous mission to chase down an outlaw. She didn’t balk at venturing into the wilderness, and she refused to let Cogburn or LaBoeuf bully her into staying behind. I really liked the scene where Cogburn and LaBoeuf board a ferry without her, and so she and her horse simply swim across the river and meet them on the other side.

Mattie is not without flaws, but that just makes her a richer character. It was great to see how Rooster Cogburn came to respect her, and how they eventually viewed each other as friends.

An unlikely hero

Even though I’m not the biggest John Wayne fan, I actually enjoyed both versions of Rooster Cogburn as well, and I don’t know that I had a favorite portrayal. Each worked well within their own version of the story.

Cogburn is a pretty crusty, world-weary character, and as I watched the movie, I found myself wondering more about his backstory. He’s not without compassion, judging by the personal risks he eventually takes to help Mattie, but life hasn’t necessarily been easy on him. I know prequels are way overdone in Hollywood, but I’d be interested in seeing more about the early years of this character.

As LaBoeuf, I did prefer Matt Damon to Glen Campbell, as I think Damon is a stronger actor. LaBoeuf provides an interesting contrast to Cogburn, because on the surface, LaBoeuf does seem more like a hero-type character. Yet it’s Cogburn who truly believes in Mattie and her mission, though LaBoeuf does come back to help her in the end.

There are a few places where the 1969 “True Grit” feels dated, which is probably why I ended up preferring the newer version. But as I said before, I was pleasantly surprised by how much I liked the original version as well. I would definitely recommend watching both to someone who hasn’t seen “True Grit” before.

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15 Biggest Pop Culture Disasters of 2017: Kendall Jenner, Megyn Kelly, the Oscars, & More

If there’s any sort of running theme among the year’s biggest pop culture fails, it’s a mind-boggling lack of self-awareness. The biggest entertainment disasters were born out of a clusterfuck of delusion, hubris, apathy, and, in most cases, an almost unforgivable deafness to the conversations defining this moment in our culture.

So while we’ve spent much of this last month cheering the output that challenged, invigorated, and, of course, entertained us this year, let us also grand marshal this parade of shame—in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, there will be lessons learned heading into next year. Here are 15 flops from the past year, be it commercial bombs or tone-deaf cultural grenades, from the worlds of music, TV, movies, and celebrity culture.

Kendall Jenner’s Pepsi commercial

The solution to institutionalized racism, millennial apathy, police brutality, and Trump-era anger? A nice cold Pepsi, and a tangential Kardashian to deliver it. The message of the resistance-themed Pepsi commercial was so laughably obtuse and reductive, and the reaction so brutally eviscerating, that the company immediately removed it from the internet and actually apologized to Jenner for its misguided creative direction. Seriously, though: Think of the sheer number of people who had to OK this ad before it was released. It’s mind-boggling.

Sean Spicer at the Emmys

Notoriously cowering former White House press secretary Sean Spicer finally embraced the spotlight at the 2017 Emmy Awards, making a cameo appearance during host Stephen Colbert’s monologue ruthlessly attacking President Trump. Spicer giggled and soaked up the attention and applause, an ovation for a public figure who lived out his short tenure in relentless disgrace and disgust, cheering him for “gamely” participating in the roasting of his former boss. But for many viewers, the booking of Spicer was a shameless absolution of a man who was toothlessly complicit in spreading lies by the Trump administration to the American people; the worst example of the entertainment industry’s instinct to bend any moral for a cheap laugh.

“As a father of daughters…”

This entire recap of the year’s disasters could be populated with the horrifying misconduct of the litany of Bad Men exposed this year—from Harvey Weinstein to Kevin Spacey and beyond—and the ways in which various institutions mishandled the behavior and fallout. No reactions to these revelations were more infuriating than the famous male figures, ranging from Matt Damon to Ben Affleck to New York Gov. Andrew Cuomo, who clarified that they were horrified because they are fathers who have daughters. It’s a sign of how clueless men are and have been in processing these scandals and the nature of this predatory and misogynistic culture. As Hunter Harris perfectly wrote in Vulture, “Only a sociopath needs a daughter—or a sister, a girlfriend, a wife, or even just a lady standing in front of him at Starbucks—to make him queasy enough at the thought of a sexual predator in his industry to do something about it.”

Mariah Carey at New Year’s Eve

Maybe it was a simple mistake made in a very public forum. Maybe it was an ominous warning of the year that was to come. Nonetheless, Mariah Carey’s interminable avalanche of live disasters during the New Year’s Rockin’ Eve telecast was excruciating to watch. One of the greatest singers of all-time standing on stage pissed off, first saying she couldn’t hear a backing track to sing along to, then not bothering to lip sync the next song before storming off. It was an inauspicious way to start the new year, especially when you consider the optics of it: a woman helpless as the world, albeit in this case just the Times Square stage, burned around her, then vilified for refusing to smile through the carnage. The fallout was hardly handled elegantly with Carey’s team and the production company engaging in a public she-said-they-said over who was to blame.

The launch of Megyn Kelly Today

At Fox News, Megyn Kelly was a marketable if polarizing star presence, known for her prosecutorial manner in lines of tough questioning—always admirable, even if you didn’t necessarily agree with the direction. NBC found it admirable enough to spend $15 million to woo her away from the cable news network, rearranging its entire morning news lineup to launch a full hour of Kelly-led programming. Confusingly, however, it eschewed the attributes that made Kelly so popular at Fox. Instead, a manufactured, awkwardly fitting personality emerged that was crucified by critics at each tonal whiplash segment transition, especially during painful interviews with liberal celebrities who couldn’t bother to hide their disdain for the host.

La La Land Oscars gaffe

The phrase “Oscars mistake” is typically employed to groan about a film voters crown Best Picture that critics or fans don’t necessarily think deserved it, not for a situation in which the literal wrong winner is announced. That a gaffe both so monumental and so careless happened at the 2017 Academy Awards—Warren Beatty was handed the wrong envelope and, confused, announced La La Land as Best Picture instead of Moonlight—is already excruciating and embarrassing. But, again, the optics of it all make everything worse. The La La Land team had to cede the stage after the gaffe was clarified, about as awkward a moment as an award show can produce. But the filmmakers behind Moonlight, a film about the marginalized black and gay experience, were denied the emotion that comes from a watershed cultural moment like winning Best Picture, and the chaos overshadowed the power of the moment, let alone their speeches. While it was deserved to a measure, the amount of attention given to the La La Land team’s graciousness after the mistake only further magnified how problematic the incident was.

Marvel’s Inhumans

It’s bad enough when the phrase “worst thing Marvel has done” is used to describe your new TV show, as it was for ABC’s fall foray into the Marvelverse. But the launch of Inhumans became more dire in light of the investment made in the series and its hubris in assuming audiences would consume it anyway, despite its middling quality, just because it’s Marvel. The big-budget bet included a release in IMAX theaters of its first two episodes ahead of its ABC launch, a theatrical run that garnered a pitiful $2.9 million.

Matt Damon

It’s been quite the year for Matt Damon, who needs to fire any publicist whose advice isn’t simply, “Stop talking.” His response to the Weinstein scandal has been disastrous bordering on offensive, with the actor running out of feet to put in his mouth as he attempted to add nuance to the conversation but instead came off as defending bad men’s behavior. But even if you reluctantly put all that aside, the films he was promoting during those calamitous interviews, Suburbicon and Downsizing, have underperformed at the box office and divided critics. All that on top of the way he kicked the year off: in a riotously silly man-bun white savior-ing Chinese history in the epic box office bomb The Great Wall.

Louis C.K.’s I Love You, Daddy

In September, Louis C.K. premiered I Love You, Daddy at the Toronto Film Festival. It’s a film in which C.K.’s protagonist, Glen, in a very Woody Allen-ish plot, has a 17-year-old daughter who enters a relationship with a 60-something man who is a legendary filmmaker. In one scene, a character played by Charlie Day vigorously mimes masturbation, not bothering to stop when a female producer, used to such things, enters the room. What was purposefully provocative in the film now borders on lunacy after The New York Times confirmed an industry open secret: that Louis C.K. had masturbated in front of upcoming female comedians. Suffice it to say that I Love You, Daddy’s theatrical release was canceled.

Kathy Griffin’s Trump mask fiasco

When Kathy Griffin was made aware of how ghastly and in poor taste the photo of her holding a bloodied, decapitated Trump head was—which happened instantly—she apologized for the offense. But few celebrity controversies have spiraled this out of control this quickly. Griffin was immediately let go from nearly every entertainment job she held, and, in response, she staged a misguided press conference in which she alleged that the Trump family was targeting her. It’s a classic case in disastrous damage control, but it shouldn’t have damned Griffin the way it has. It certainly says a lot about the latent misogyny in the industry that, as recent months have brought to light, famous men are guilty of truly horrific behavior that for so long was excused—yet an atoning Griffin still can’t get representation or a footing back into the industry she made her name in. The one good to come of this: Griffin’s fed up with all of it, too, and she’s naming names.

Fyre Festival

The best thing to happen to Coachella’s reputation is the worst thing to have happened to the hoodwinked revelers who shelled out upwards of $250,000 for a luxurious VIP concert experience on a private island in the Bahamas. Rich kids arrived only for it to instead resemble, as one fooled attendee attested, a refugee camp. The entire thing was organized by rapper Ja Rule and out-of-his-element entrepreneur bro Billy McFarland under false pretenses, with no infrastructure in place to support, house, or feed the thousands of concertgoers who paid premium prices only to be met with an unfinished tent village, packs of feral dogs, mountains of trash, no-show artists, and not enough food to go around. A breaking point for the increased lunacy surrounding the culture of music festivals, or merely a cautionary tale for how not to ruin the next one?

Tulip Fever

Maybe it’s schadenfreude that Harvey Weinstein’s swan song as a Hollywood mogul included this long-gestating, notorious disaster of a period film, riddled with false starts and re-castings and shuffled release dates and, most notably, Harvey Weinstein’s constant tinkering. Perhaps the lowest moment in the botched release of the film, which starred Dane DeHaan and Alicia Vikander and earned a Rotten Tomatoes score of just 9 percent, was when Weinstein himself penned an essay defending it, citing the fact that Vikander’s mother’s friend called her to say she enjoyed the movie as evidence.

Kid Rock’s “Senate run”

The music industry’s resident American Jackass dialed up his reign of terror this year with the threat of a Senate run, to be launched on his tried-and-true values of cheap beer and racism. In the end, it was nothing more than a barely veiled publicity stunt. Nonetheless, breathless headlines blared the preposterous idea, and, considering the trajectory to public office mapped out by Donald Trump, seriously considered it. Of course, we can hardly fault anyone for, against their better judgement, giving credence to the nonsense that Kid Rock says. We still can’t get over his bigoted use of “gay” as a pejorative—let alone his embrace of the Confederate flag.

Baywatch vs. Rotten Tomatoes

A bad movie is a bad movie. That’s fine and inevitable, and Baywatch was a bad movie. But shining a spotlight on this turd in particular came reports of industry insiders pissed that critical reviews decimated the movie’s box office haul, as well as that of the fifth Pirates of the Caribbean movie. It’s not the fact that these movies were shit you could smell from miles away that made audiences not want to buy tickets. It’s Rotten Tomatoes! If you ever want to know how little Hollywood studios think of you, the audience, just read this quote: “The critic aggregation site increasingly is slowing down the potential business of popcorn movies. Pirates 5 and Baywatch aren’t built for critics but rather general audiences, and once upon a time these types of films—a family adventure and a raunchy R-rated comedy—were critic-proof.”

The Mummy and the Dark Universe

Tom Cruise’s The Mummy wasn’t just supposed to be a franchise reboot cash-grab using a familiar property and a big Hollywood star. It was supposed to launch an entire shared cinematic universe, dubbed the “Dark Universe,” for Universal, filled with monsters including Russell Crowe as Dr. Jekyll, Javier Bardem as Frankenstein, and Johnny Depp as the Invisible Man, as well as Sofia Boutella’s Ahmanet from The Mummy. It was a whole big plan. They all posed for a photo together and everything! But following disastrous box office returns for The Mummy, not to mention abysmal reviews, plans for the interconnected Dark Universe, at least as far as they were in motion, were scrapped and its architects, producer-writers Alex Kurtzman and Chris Morgan, jumped ship for other projects.

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15 Biggest Pop Culture Disasters of 2017: Kendall Jenner, Megyn Kelly, the Oscars, & More

Kendall Jenner’s Pepsi commercial

Sean Spicer at the Emmys

“As a father of daughters…”

Mariah Carey at New Year’s Eve

The launch of Megyn Kelly Today

La La Land Oscars gaffe

Marvel’s Inhumans

Matt Damon

Louis C.K.’s I Love You, Daddy

Kathy Griffin’s Trump mask fiasco

Fyre Festival

Tulip Fever

Kid Rock’s “Senate run”

Baywatch vs. Rotten Tomatoes

The Mummy and the Dark Universe

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15 Biggest Pop Culture Disasters of 2017: Kendall Jenner, Megyn Kelly, the Oscars, & More

Kendall Jenner’s Pepsi commercial

Sean Spicer at the Emmys

“As a father of daughters…”

Mariah Carey at New Year’s Eve

The launch of Megyn Kelly Today

La La Land Oscars gaffe

Marvel’s Inhumans

Matt Damon

Louis C.K.’s I Love You, Daddy

Kathy Griffin’s Trump mask fiasco

Fyre Festival

Tulip Fever

Kid Rock’s “Senate run”

Baywatch vs. Rotten Tomatoes

The Mummy and the Dark Universe

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15 Biggest Pop Culture Disasters of 2017: Kendall Jenner, Megyn Kelly, the Oscars, & More

If there’s any sort of running theme among the year’s biggest pop culture fails, it’s a mind-boggling deficiency of self-awareness. The biggest recreation calamities were born out of a clusterfuck of hallucination, hubris, apathy, and, in most cases, an almost unforgivable deafness to the conversations defining this moment in our culture.

So while we’ve invested much of this last month cheering the outputthat challenged, invigorated, and, of course, entertained us this year, let us also grand marshal this parade of shame–in the hopes that maybe, simply perhaps, there will be lessons learned heading into next year. Here are 15 duds from the past time, be it commercial bomb or tone-deaf culture grenades, from the worlds of music, TV, movies, and celebrity culture.

Kendall Jenner’s Pepsi commercial

The solution to institutionalized racism, millennial apathy, police brutality, and Trump-era anger? A nice cold Pepsi, and a tangential Kardashian to deliver it. The message of the resistance-themed Pepsi commercial was so laughably obtuse and reductive, and the reaction so brutally eviscerating, that the company immediately removed it from the internet and actually apologized to Jenner for its misguided creative direction. Severely, though: Think of the sheer number of people who had to OK this ad before it was released. It’s mind-boggling.

Sean Spicer at the Emmys

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Notoriously crouching former White House press secretary Sean Spicer ultimately espoused the spotlight at the 2017 Emmy Awards, making a cameo appearing during host Stephen Colbert’s monologue ruthlessly attacking President Trump. Spicer giggled and soaked up the attention and applause, an ovation for a public figure who lived out his short tenure in relentless disgrace and abhorrence, applauding him for “gamely” participating in the roasting of his former boss. But for many spectators, the booking of Spicer was a shameless absolution of a humankind who was toothlessly complicit in spreading lies by the Trump administration to the American people; the worst example of the entertainment industry’s instinct to bend any moral for a cheap laugh.

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This entire summary of the year’s disasters could be inhabited with the frightening misconduct of the litany of Bad Men exposed this year–from Harvey Weinstein to Kevin Spacey and beyond–and the ways in which various institutions mishandled the behaviour and fallout. No reactions to these revelations were more infuriating than the famous male figures, ranging from Matt Damon to Ben Affleck to New York Gov. Andrew Cuomo, who clarified that they were horrified why i am father-gods who have daughters. It’s a sign of how clueless men are and have been in processing these scandals and the specific characteristics of this predatory and misogynistic culture. As Hunter Harris perfectly wrote in Vulture,” Merely a sociopath needs a daughter–or a sister, a girlfriend, a spouse, or even just a lady standing in front of him at Starbucks–to attain him queasy enough at the believed to be a sexual predator in his industry to do anything about it .”

Mariah Carey at New Year’s Eve

Maybe it was a simple mistake attained in a very public meeting. Perhaps it was an ominous warned against the year that was to come. Nonetheless, Mariah Carey’s interminable avalanche of live catastrophes during the New Year’s Rockin’ Eve telecast was excruciating to watch. One of the greatest singers of all-time standing on stage pissed off, first saying she couldn’t hear a patronage track to sing along to, then not bothering to lip sync the next carol before storming off. It was an inauspicious lane to begin the new time, specially when you consider the optics of it: a woman helpless as “the worlds”, albeit in this case only the Times Square stage, burned around her, then vilified for refusing to smile through the carnage. The fallout was scarcely managed elegantly with Carey’s team and the production corporation engaging in a public she-said-they-said over who was to blame.

The launch of Megyn Kelly Today

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At Fox News, Megyn Kelly was a marketable if polarizing star presence, known for her prosecutorial behaviour in lines of tough questioning–always admirable, even if you didn’t necessarily agree with the direction. NBC received it admirable enough to expend $15 million to wooed her away from the cable news network, rearranging its entire morning news lineup to launching a full hour of Kelly-led programming. Confusingly, however, it shunned the attributes that attained Kelly so popular at Fox. Instead, a manufactured, awkwardly fitting personality emerged that was crucified by critics at each tonal whiplash segment transition, especially during painful interviews with liberal celebrities who couldn’t bother to conceal their dislike for the host.

La La Land em> Oscars gaffe

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The phrase” Oscars mistake” is typically employed to groan about a movie voters crown Best Picture that critics or fans don’t necessarily reckon “ve earned it” , not for a situation in which the literal incorrect win is announced. That a gaffe both so monumental and so careless happened at the 2017 Academy Awards–Warren Beatty was handed the wrong envelope and, confused, announced La La Land em> as Best Picture instead of Moonlight — is already excruciating and embarrassing. But, again, the optics of everything there is construct everything worse. The La La Land squad had to concede the stage after the gaffe was clarified, about as awkward a moment as an award demonstrate can produce. But the filmmakers behind Moonlight , a film about the marginalized black and gay experience, were denied the emotion that comes from a watershed cultural instant like winning Best Picture, and the chaos overshadowed the power of the moment, let alone their speeches. While it was deserves to additional measures, the amount of attention given to the La La Land em> team’s graciousness after the mistake only further magnified how problematic the accident was.

Marvel’s Inhumans

It’s bad enough when the phrase” worst thing Marvel has done” is used to describe your new Tv present, as it was for ABC’s fall foray into the Marvelverse. But the launch of Inhumans became more dire in light of the investment attained in the series and its hubris in presuming audiences would consume it anyway, despite its middling quality, just because it’s Marvel. The big-budget gamble included a liberate in IMAX theaters of its first two episodes ahead of its ABC launch, a theatrical operate that garnered a pitiful $2.9 million.

Matt Damon

It’s been quite the year for Matt Damon, who needs to fire any publicist whose advice isn’t simply,” Stop talking .” His response to the Weinstein scandal has been disastrous bordering on offensive, with the actor running out of feet to put in his mouth as he attempted to add subtlety to the conversation but instead came off as defending bad men’s behavior. But even if you reluctantly set all that aside, the films he was promoting during those calamitous interviews , Suburbicon and Downsizing , have underperformed at the box office and subdivided critics. All that on top of the route he kicked the year off: in a riotously silly man-bun white savior-ing Chinese history in the epic box office bomb The Great Wall . em>

Louis C.K.’s I Love You, Daddy

In September, Louis C.K. premiered I Adoration You, Daddy at the Toronto Film Festival. It’s a film in which C.K.’s protagonist, Glen, in a very Woody Allen-ish plot, has a 17 -year-old daughter who enters a relationship with a 60 -something man who is a legendary filmmaker. In one scene, a character played by Charlie Day vigorously mimes masturbation , not bothering to stop when a female producer, are applied to such things, enters the chamber. What was purposefully provoking in the movie now borders on lunacy after The New York Times supported an industry open secret: that Louis C.K. had masturbated in front of upcoming female comedians. Suffice it to say that I Love You, Daddy ‘ s theatrical freeing was canceled.

Kathy Griffin’s Trump mask fiasco

When Kathy Griffin was made aware of how ghastly and in poor taste the photo of her holding a bloodied, beheaded Trump head was–which happened instantly–she apologized for the offense. But few celebrity contentions have spiraled this out of control this quickly. Griffin was immediately let go from nearly every amusement undertaking she comprised, and, in response, she staged a misguided press conference in which she alleged that the Trump family was targeting her. It’s a classic occurrence in disastrous injury control, but it shouldn’t have damned Griffin the way it has. It certainly says a lot about the latent misogyny in the industry that, as recent months have brought to sun, famous humankinds are guilty of truly horrific behaviour that for so long was excused–yet an atoning Griffin still can’t get representation or a footing back into the industry she made her name in. The one good to come of this: Griffin’s fed up with all of it, too, and she’s naming names.

Fyre Festival

The best thing to happen to Coachella’s reputation is the worst thing to have happened to the hoodwinked revelers who shelled out upwards of $250,000 for a luxurious VIP concert experience on a private island in the Bahamas. Rich kids arrived only for it to instead resemble, as one fooled attendee testified, a refugee camp. The entire thing was organized by rapper Ja Rule and out-of-his-element entrepreneur bro Billy McFarland under false pretense, with no infrastructure in place to assistance, house, or feed the thousands of concertgoers who paid premium prices only to be met with an unfinished tent village, packs of feral bird-dogs, mountains of litter , no-show artists, and not enough food to go around. A breaking point for the rise in lunacy surrounding the culture of music festivals, or simply a cautionary tale for how not to ruin the next one?

Tulip Fever

Maybe it’s schadenfreude that Harvey Weinstein’s swan song as a Hollywood mogul included this long-gestating , notorious tragedy of a interval movie, riddled with false starts and re-castings and shuffled liberate dates and, most notably, Harvey Weinstein’s constant tinkering. Perhaps the lowest moment in the botched freeing of the cinema, which starred Dane DeHaan and Alicia Vikander and earned a Rotten Tomatoes score of merely 9 percentage, was when Weinstein himself penned an essay defending it, quoting the fact that Vikander’s mother’s friend called her to say she enjoyed the movie as evidence.

Kid Rock’s” Senate operate”

The music industry’s resident American Jackass dialed up his reign of terror this year with the threat of a Senate run, to be launched on his tried-and-true values of cheap brew and racism. In the end, it was nothing more than a scarcely veiled advertising stunt. Nonetheless, breathless headlines blared the ludicrous mind, and, considering the trajectory to public agency mapped out by Donald Trump, seriously considered it. Of course, we can hardly fault anyone for, against their better judgement, giving credence to the nonsense that Kid Rock says. We still can’t get over his bigoted apply of “gay” as a pejorative–let alone his espouse of the Confederate flag.

Baywatch vs. Rotten Tomatoes

A bad movie is a bad movie. That’s fine and inevitable, and Baywatch was a bad movie. But glistening a spotlight on this turd including with regard to came reports of industry insiders pissed that critical reviews decimated the movie’s box office carry, as well as that of the fifth Pirates of the Caribbean movie. It’s not the fact that these movies were shit you are able fragrance from miles back that made audiences not want to buy tickets. It’s Rotten Tomatoes! If “youve been” want to know how little Hollywood studios think of you, the audience, simply read this quote:” The critic aggregation site increasingly is slowing down the potential business of popcorn movies. Pirates 5 and Baywatch aren’t to construct critics but instead general audiences, and once upon a time these types of films–a family escapade and a raunchy R-rated comedy–were critic-proof .”

The Mummy and the Dark Universe

Tom Cruise’s The Mummy wasn’t just supposed to be a dealership reboot cash-grab use a familiar property and a big Hollywood star. It was supposed to launch an entire shared cinematic cosmo, dubbed the “Dark Universe,” for Universal, fitted with monsters including Russell Crowe as Dr. Jekyll, Javier Bardem as Frankenstein, and Johnny Depp as the Invisible Man, as well as Sofia Boutella’s Ahmanet from The Mummy . It was a whole big plan. They all posed for a photo together and everything! But following disastrous box office returns for The Mummy , not to mention abysmal evaluations, plans for the interconnected Dark Universe, at the least as far as they were in motion, were scrapped and its designers, producer-writers Alex Kurtzman and Chris Morgan, jump-start ship for other projects.

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