#body and soul

[astralzeraphias]

his black hole heart and anti matter tears have bewitched me, body and soul

[silentagecinema]

beauty in the 1920s

[shihlun]

Haruhiko Arai

- Body and Soul

1997

[captaincrusher]

[ranmacapss]

[Ranma ½] ✥ Chapter 6, Body and Soul

[forthegothicheroine]

If you're a gangster's moll and he won't even buy you a fur coat, you're wasting your time on him. What's even the point if he's a cheap spender?

[cysa]

[i-need-of-a-hobby]

lily evans is the sabrina carpenter of the marauders fandom.

explanation: all because i liked a boy

"Now I'm a homewrecker, I'm a slut I got death threats filling up semi-trucks Tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice All because I liked [a boy]"

[candiedstardust]

I know, I know. I drive everyone CRAZY regarding Rebels. But like??? I love it. How could a lonely, sentimental girl like myself NOT love Rebels or be totally normal about it??

Connection is one of the things that stands out to me. They were all incredibly alone before they met each other.

Hera separated herself from her remaining family on Ryloth to fight the evils of the galaxy on her own and was kinda intent on keeping it that way. Kanan might have had a handful of superficial relationships, but he always bounced from place to place, keeping his past hidden and focusing solely on his survival. Zeb thought he was the last of his kind after everything his people were put through. Sabine’s family completely turned against her after the horrific things she went through trying to protect her people, leaving her to carry so much pain. And Ezra’s baby self had been entirely on his own for half of his life at that point after his parents got ripped away from him.

They were all set on being alone because it’s what they knew, it’s what they EXPECTED, it’s what kept them safe. They were all so familiar with loss and pain and suffering, and little by little, that changed. They had an opportunity to become a little bit softer, a little more vulnerable, because they had a family again to rely on. They had the chance to care and be cared for again.

This show is just a gentle reminder to me that there’s always going to be a hard world out there, but that there’s a lot of good in it, too. Denying yourself connection makes it a lot harder to see just how much good there is, or how much good you can do with the support of good people. I know it’s not like a main theme or anything, but it’s what I get from this silly little story.

I’m going to bed now. But-

Reach out to someone you care about today~ Interact with your favorite mutuals~ Give someone you love a hug~ Snuggle with your pet(s)~ Just connect with someone and remember to see some good today 💚

[starmocha]

His smile 🥹

His determination 🥹

His ring 🥹

His kiss 🥹

Dat ass 🥹

And cawk 🥹

Whatever the hell this is 🥹

[hellostarrynightblr]

John Garfield and Lilli Palmer in Body and Soul (1947) dir. Robert Rossen

[hooked-on-elvis]

[shihlun]

Haruhiko Arai

- Body and Soul

1997

[ranmacapss]

[Ranma ½] ✥ Chapter 6, Body and Soul

[forthegothicheroine]

Boxing is bad news in noir- the life of the boxer is shown to be in the hands of mobsters and exploitative managers, their final fate being a career-ending injury or a life-ending concussion. Some, like the Humphrey Bogart film The Harder They Fall, even call for the abolition of the sport. I suppose today the sport that gathers this criticism is pro football, but with teams and establishments and schools behind any given player, it's a lot less claustrophobic and individualistic, and therefor much less noir.

In Body and Soul, the cute and scrappy Charlie Davis is a great fighter, and to go to the top he's had to get mobbed up, breaking the heart of his mother and his girlfriend. He's always known he may have to take a dive someday, but when he knows the local Jewish community have all bet on him, can he really let them down? (Let's give John Garfield as producer the credit for making one of the few noirs willing to say the J-word.)

Unlike, for instance, The Set Up, Body and Soul isn't a capital-B Boxing movie; the sport itself is mostly relegated to one scene, with all the real focus being on the human drama playing out offstage. You can almost see Barton Fink typing out "We'll be hearing from that boxer, and I don't mean a postcard." You can see Garfield's fingerprints all over this, highlighting his own ethnicity, providing plenty of method-actor moments, and casting a black costar (Canada Lee) in a role that doesn't require him to humiliate himself. Garfield's own fate as martyr of the blacklist lurks over the film; Charlie's decision over whether to risk death in favor of not taking the mob's blood money feels unhappily prescient.

Get that title, Charlie Davis. Get that Oscar, John Garfield. You've got that to show for it in the end.