#did you know i have all the dialogue for all of dons scenes in ep 6 dub memorized. becuase i do
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we make the jokes abt how [major comfort character] is mine but don is like. one of the only characters i can say with full certainty no one loves more than me. hes actually mine
#skye's ramblings#god im like extra ill abt him today idk if its this piece im working on or what. my demons#thefact ive had 2 s1 watchparties in the past 2 weeks w group of tpn friends (hi guys. shakes you violently) might have an effect also#did you know i have all the dialogue for all of dons scenes in ep 6 dub memorized. becuase i do#ive said it several times. punch scene + the following 'i want to be stronger' monologue is one of my favorite moments inthe whole series <3
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Well.....
Well....
that seems like a challenge...
I guess it’s, Back to the plot then.
[i’m adding the Atlantis ep too, cause they aired together back to back]
So looking at the first scene with the Buzzard’s
“with business expanding in spoonerville and st canard markets-
[darkwing duck (jim starling) and goofy’s homes]
- as noted in appendices, c, g, 5f , we are also cutting funding to necessary departments, Historical research, experimental tech, deep sea exploration..”
that is all the dialogue they have.
Idk if there is anything more to these words
but they could be trying to cover fowls tracks, by shutting down/ rewriting history (huh), could be working on the tech they had ‘put away’ or could have something under the sea they don’t want anyone to find like say, a secret HQ / evil layer maybe?
Moving on
here is quackmore and a bowl of apples, diamonds and a... monocle? (can’t tell from here, but i don’t think so.) this has nothing to do with anything i just wanted yall to know i skipped nothing.
but i did find one detail that came up in the Atlantis ep
a similar looking jewel is on the book that dewey puts away, (we see the bowl again in s2 and the round jewel is gone) but that’s about it.
and of course the mother load
Webby’s board
first things first the paper behind webby says
“the last treasure”
and it is connected to a newspaper about the sky pirates (in the sky), so Don Karnage might have something that, judging from webby’s board might have been taken from mcduck castle, in dismal downs.
so there’s that.
and also in that corner seems to be a newspaper article about a ‘Blot’? sighting maybe.
[Edit I have been informed it was the Terra-firmians, so nevermind]
But its the right hand side that holds the most FOWL meat (lol)
“Scrooges worst nightmare,”
“What looms larger then Mcduck’s shadow”
“good for the goose”
“friend or f.o.w.l”
What i find most puzzling is that Gladstone (or someone who shares a resemblance to him) is on the right side of the board all by himself.
for one thing, he is related to Donald not scrooge, so he is on the ‘duck’ side of the family. (but to be fair Gladdy is a bit of a mix bag when it comes to Duck and Mcduck family tree’s).
and two the full phrase is ‘what’s good for the goose look for the gander’ so it is most likely Gladstone. the meaning of the phase is (usually) about women being treated in a certain way for it to have a positive effect on the/a relationship (work, friend, romantic or whatever and not always a females and male paring)
so basically, “what’s good for you is good for me”.
this could be a hint of some kind (maigca? maybe) or just a pun on Gladstones last name, idk.
as for “What looms larger then Mcduck’s shadow”
is it Fowl?
is it the shadows underground? (where fowl is)
i don’t know...
the little map is of duckburg (you can tell due to the money bin outline)
and there is some pins in it but idk if they mean anything as it does seen random.
Dirty Dingus (scrooges Great grandfather i believe, could be wrong) is above fowl’s tag and then connects to a car then garbage,
this could be the whole beagle (who live in a junk yard) and mcduck, duckburg deed thing, they have going on.
or
since it also connects to “what looms...” and Beakley
there could be more here.
was Dingus a FOWL fonder? who knows, i don’t.
what’s with the car outline? why is it connected to dingus?
i don’t know.
point is, the board is big and messy.
onward.
the jewel of Atlantis is
a big energy source we never see again.
like Gyro is not using it (or messing with it)
no one even brings it up again.
so maybe fowl have a hold of it?...
as “it could power duckburg for 50 year’s” that’s a lot of power left unchecked.
so that is all i found in the first (two-ish) ep’s that could relate to s3
feel free to add or speculate
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I think a lot about VA’s
always have, I’ve always considered them a celebrity I’d freak out over more than a Hollywood celeb
a lot of things I love defo connect, and I’m a sucker for nostalgia, so when I think of me sitting in my dining room in our poor house in the 90s at 8am before school, I think Pokemon
to know that in my teens I met Ash and in my 20′s met Brock is amazing to me
wont lie, much prefer Japanese VA’s. they’re astoundingly talented. I think half of blog is posts about them
but I will always always defend the YGO dub for the quality VA’s they had for that show, despite the shows flaws. I wont blame the dialogue the actors were given. we all know whose fault that is
Eric Stuart impressed me the most.
so... I remember when I got back into YGO in my late teens (basically when I came back on here) and rewatched the show and noticed Yami’s voice changed. it got deeper in s2.
maybe maybe its not obvious to everyone but I noticed Kaiba’s, Bakura’s and Joey’s as well. at different points. now Joey’s I’m not too sure. that could just be the sound quality.
Bakura and Kaiba defo. Bakura’s raspy voice changed to be very clear and more British in s5. I suppose to match how sarcastic Bakura got? idk
but Kaiba... so I call his s1 voice his Batman voice. its lower. its calmer. its... nicer? as in, he doesn’t sound like a prick. even when being one. his insults to Joey don’t even sound that bad.
and I always tried to pinpoint the exact moment it changed and I think I only just figured it out (in my head, I’ll have to check).
so s1 Batman Kaiba is blue jacket Kaiba. and then his voice doesn’t immediately change in s2. its the same voice meeting Ishizu, its the same voice when he dons the white coat and tests Obelisk. its the same voice when he duels that guy in the alley. and if I’m correct for a few more eps after.
I think.............................. I think Joey brings out the classic Eric Start voice we all know lmao. the one that goes up and down in pitch, again like Bakura, to match the sarcastic, sassy tone. and then it remains that way from then on.
like it was kinda jarring when I was watching him in that alley scene with the white coat and he still had the low Batman voice.
but when I think of the line “You fool! Looks like I’m gonna have to teach you to behave, just like the dog you are.” line, I hear......... Kaiba the dick. and then he gets the copter to Yami and yeah I think his voice keeps that tone for the rest of the show.
its crazy to me.
but whats even crazier??? (to me personally cause I’m the only one that cares)
DSOD is Eric Stuart at his best. I’m not good with explaining (I dont have a musical background or anything to be able to explain well), but it has that classic Kaiba tone, but calmer, but not reverting back into s1 Batman Kaiba. almost as if he actually thought about how Kaiba’s voice would sound with a bit more maturity, less angst, but not cheesy...
idk
bro did good
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SPOILERS FOR EP 3
So let’s summarize it.
Rachel’s father gets weird text message.
Rachel reads it and drags Chloe to the overlook, having only one quoater (because reasons)
Rachel sees her father kissing other woman.
The Tempest play – super important, mentioned idk what for.
Rachel is connected to fire. She burns down half the state. No one dies, no real estate was destroyed. It’s a magic fire.
Other woman AKA Sera stalks her all the time and she is super happy. Chloe has weird dreams about her father. That was supposed to cope with his death. it doesn’t.
The only way for her to cope with his death is to understand he was lying to her whole life (but we don’t know about what, because reasons and becasue he is.. you know.... dead) and wearing his clothes.
“This game helps people to cope with grief”. Logic.
Wearing dead people’s clothes is an important theme in the franchise. You have to wear something dead on you.
Rachel gets hush money from her dad, because she supposed to be hushed about something we don't know about. Don’t worry, we will never know.
Rachel’s father is punishing his daughter with (dot.dot.dot.) we don’t know.
Ah, later we learn that the hush money was for Sera.
The Tempest play – super important, except the proposal on stage – nothing interesting, keep clicking.
Rachel randomly decides to leave Arcadia because she loves Chloe. Chloe is not sure, so ask for a kiss or the bracelet or a tattoo. Kiss doesn’t matter, because it’s the first and the last kiss she will ever get, tattoo never gonna happen (really) and the bracelet is the only way to actually connect the dots.
If Chloe loves Rachel and they are both gay, Rachel will never meet her mother. Logic. Gay people are dangerous and bracelet is a magic item to un-gay them.
Rachel learns that Sera is her mother and her father forbids her to meet Sera. Because heroin is like flu. Makes sense.
Sera was using drugs. Drugs that Rachel’s dad paid for. As a DA. You’re following me?
That’s the hush money 2.
David is kinda gay, because the longest family dialogue in episode 3 is about him and his friend from the army. He gives Chloe the photo because reasons.
Truck Mechanic simulator 2017. AKA collecting the bottles In LIS 1, aka the truck works. And probably the gas is a gift from the crow.
Rachel wants to contact Sera, forgetting she knows her number from episode 1, since she read her father’s text message.
Sera stalks them all the time, so that shouldn't be a problem in general.
Chloe asks Frank for help to contact Sera and he agrees because he refused in the episode 2. Logic.
Rachel and Chloe meet Damon on the junkyard, where Damon learns Rachel’s name. Since there is only one Rachel in Oregon, he KNOWS that’s the DA daughter and wants her to tell ALL THE SECRETS OF THE DEPARTMENTS.
15 years olds know that stuff. They always do.
Damon says bad word about Sera that Rachel never met.
Rachel decides to beat him to death with a plank. It’s getting weirder.
Plank vs. Knife MMA ends with Rachel dying. I mean not yet, but we learn that Rachel is an alien and has very important artery in her arm. She almost dies.
Extremely weird scene of Frank checking out 15 year old girl.
Chloe does GTA and brings Rachel to hospital.Rachel bleeding like crazy doesn’t die becasue reasons.
When Rachel gets stabbed, fire dies instantly. It supposed by supernatural, but let’s forget about that.
The crow got completely forgotten in the meantime.
Rachel in hospital still doesn’t remember about the fact she has Sera number, and is not aware that Sera stalks her (Elliot also stalks them, so it’s a nice crwod following them around) so asks Chloe to break in to her father’s office (official DA office is in the house, really) and check it. Becasue reasons.
Chloe breaks in into the DA office, finds the key, finds secret drawer, finds secret shoe box and finds secret phone, mercifully still turned on.
Then she has weird text message conversation. The only good thing about this is the person she talks to, responds faster than Max.
This person tells her what to do – like find money, find evidence, find person who snitched at me.
Poor Chloe is running around the DA office almost burning it down. Whatever she does she has to succeed, so it’s a filler AKA bottles on the junkyard 2.
When she finally is done, Elliot the creep appears and tells her that Rachel is a bitch, presenting himself as a biggest bitch and locks her in the DA office in the Ambers’ house. That’s exactly how stuff works.
Chloe calls the police and it’s seriously the first time in this franchise that somebody did it.
The police picks up but Chloe can’t really talk so she kinda says kinda not that the creep is here and she’s locked into the DA office.
The ultimate way out is to throw a statue though the window. Then everybody runs away. Logic.
Chloe got an information that Damon (the one with knife) kidnapped Sera and wants some ransom (hush money no 3), but he was actually hired to kill Sera by Rachel’s dad.
Damon thinks he talks to Rachel’s dad, but it was Chloe. What a plot twist.
So Chloe takes the money and goes to the burnt mill to save Sera that actually everybody wants to kill.
So Rachel’s dad paid this woman hush money (he also gave Rachel hush money even if she didn’t know anything to be hush about), then he kissed Sera, then he informed everybody that Sera is Rachel mother, then he decided to kill Sera hiring a hitman who he was about to arrest.
Because DA. Because reasons.
Chloe got hit in the face and dies. No, she doesn’t but almost. Then we learned (but we can’t see) that Frank kills Damon. I mean he did kill him, right?
Why did he kill him? Because Chloe? Who was sleeping with Frank in this franchise?
Sera explains Chloe that she went through all that shit not to see Rachel, because reasons.
Chloe can give the bracelet and then Sera changes her mind and will see Rachel
If you are gay, no mothers will visit.
Chloe remmebered she has a plant she has to water but the plant will die anyway.
Sera tells Chloe that Rachel can’t know about this.
Chloe gets back to Rachel and
- tells Rachel - then her dad destroys photo from Paris and family is unhappy and Rachel is devastated, but they still don’t leave Arcadia because reasons, even if they have money and the truck. Ah, and a reason.
- lies to Rachel - then Chloe is completely devastated. They don’t leave Arcadia because reasons being happy.
Depends on the gayness Rachel may see her mother but no one does friendship route because no, so no one actually got this except a few youtubers.
This game supposed to show us how Rachel became drug addict and why was she reckless years later. Breaking news – 3 years later we see her super happy and not on drugs.
She doesn’t even smoke.
William is irrelevant, there is no super powers, fire is irrelevant, The Tempest is irrelewant, the stars are dead, Samuel is irrelevant, David can be a bitch but actually he can be nice with his gay army photo, Chloe will dye her hair twice in the episode, Rachel never expresses her feelings again, because she forgot about being gay.
And after all that shit and Rachel’s dad being super protective and hiring hitmen all the time, we got a scene in the darkroom. Because your choices matter.
the lesson: Everybody lies and no one can be happy even if you lie. If you don;t you will be unhappy anyway. Ah and gay people don’t see their parents
The end. Logic. I was compalining about LIS 1 plot holes
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Himouto Umaruchan 2nd Season Ep. 3 Review - ((Spoiler Maybe!!!))
I know this is like but I really don’t care if I did anyway. I watch it today and I do have a few thoughts on the episode. So let’s Get Started!~
I think the only good part of this episode is when umaru hangout out with her friends and her brother friend. This episode Umaru wasn’t spoiled at all, she was I guess her self but not spoil... does that even make sense. The whole entire episode was her hangout out with people and being happy...
This episode was good and very calm. It nice to see all characters somewhat hang out with Umaru. It refreshing.
We're three weeks into the season, and I remain absolutely baffled as to how Himouto! Umaru-chan managed to get so gosh-darned cute. Once again, Umaru-chan the show manages to take all the original promise of Umaru-chan the character and amplify it tenfold, while replacing everything that didn't work about the show with even more cute shenanigans. Episode 3 in particular uses its vignettes to highlight some of the supporting cast we haven't seen much of so far this fall, namely Kirie and Takeshi. Our first bite-sized story has Kirie back in her natural comfort zone, which is to say she's cuddling with Umaru (as Komaru) on a stretchy cat pillow. She remains blissfully ignorant to the fact that the cute child she spends time with after school is the same beautiful girl she idolizes at school, though her latent feelings for Regular Sized Umaru do come into play later on, when Alex stops by with the surprise gift of a brand-new dating-sim to play. Kirie's rivalry with Alex for Umaru's attention is a bit predictable, but the storyline pays off when Kirie uses her empathy for the dating-sim's main heroine to pick the correct dialogue options in spite of Alex's haughty opposition. While I doubt the show will really explore the possibility of Kirie's romantic feelings for Umaru, it's good to see that relationship having an impact even when Kirie is spending time with “Komaru”, especially since this season is placing so much emphasis on Umaru's growing friendships. A later segment also offers a few good chuckles with Kirie getting a surprisingly lewd figurine from Alex as a present and learning to see the value in even the most questionable of gifts. Next up is another tale of bonding-and-parenting with Umaru's big-brother, when Taihei finds himself worried about Umaru's addiction to her new video game, a mega-popular Yo-kai Watch-esque handheld title. Again, this season avoids the easy jokes of having Umaru act like a spoiled brat and making Taihei the killjoy who lectures her about laziness. Instead we get something much more valuable: a learning opportunity for both Umaru and Taihei. The younger sister learns how to more responsibly enjoy her gaming, and Taihei actually takes the time to get a system of his own and engage with his sister's hobbies. This version of their sibling dynamic is almost unbearably sweet, reinforcing how Taihei is just as much of a parent as a sibling in a way that doesn't leave him a haggard wreck.
The third vignette was probably my favorite of the week, partially because we got to know Takeshi more, but mostly because it was just so darned silly. Takeshi and Taihei's friendship is maybe the least developed relationship in the series, so it's good just to see more of them hanging out, but the story really shines when Takeshi and Umaru manage to truly ruffle Taihei's feathers. The image of Taihei lifting Umaru to slowly approach Taihei's boiling pot was a laugh-out-loud moment, and their reaction to Taihei's surprisingly legitimate anger was pretty priceless. This skit also highlighted one of the most mystifying aspects of Umaru's existence, which is the nature of her “transformation” into Komaru. Multiple scenes have demonstrated that Umaru remains a normal-sized teenager when she dons her orange hood, but gags like the ones in this scene imply that she literally transforms into a pint-sized child version of herself. I know that questioning the physics of Umaru's chibi-fication is a fool's errand, but I can't help but view this scene in a very different context when I think of Takeshi lifting a fully grown high schooler in his arms to grab at a hot pot. We end the episode with what's becoming my favorite new tradition of Himōto! Umaru-chan R: a regular-sized Umaru hangout session with her friends. As much as I've come to enjoy Komaru's antics this season, the key to the show's new balance undoubtedly lies in making Umaru feel more three-dimensional and relatable in every aspect of her life, instead of just the one that involves cola and potato chips. Umaru's day-long craving for hamburgers is about as relatable as it gets by my estimation, and the girls' trip to the legally-different-enough NcDonald's is another low-key outing that gives the audience more opportunity to just spend time with these characters in their element. The best part of the segment is how the show explicitly calls attention to Umaru's growth. In her Komaru form, she used to think that lazily munching on convenience store burgers at home was the best-case scenario, but she's beginning to see just how much better things can be. As nearly every anime ever made might attest, hamburgers taste better when you eat them with friends. Thankfully, this season seems determined to give us a set of friends and family that will be an absolute pleasure to spend more time with.
Well, that is all! bye!
Source: https://www.animenewsnetwork.com/review/himoto-umaru-chan-r/episode-3/.123059
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Time and POV in Stuck in the Middle With You 12x12...
��So... tell me a story...” says Mr. Ketch, sitting across from Mary, just after the burning MOL symbol of the season announces...
The narrative is thus framed as told in flashback by Mary to Mr. Ketch.
The first POV we get is therefore Mary’s...
Time card... accompanied by the ticking of a stop watch (which we hear at intervals throughout the episode).
Mary witnesses Dean performing “super-hetero Dean” for Wally, or attempting to, in a diner - doesn’t go so well, with the, “My shy but devastatingly handsome friend,” huh Dean? Although, of course we can all agree Cas IS devastatingly handsome...
Mary is not impressed... (not with her sons bickering either - oh Mary - you ain’t seen nothing yet...)
under the cut as this got super long...
They are planning a hunting mission - Mary is taking the lead - she’s their new commander... they’re going after a demon that likes to fish. Cas is not impressed. He will be even less impressed later.
“Everything is going to be fine...” Mary promises them, after Wally has said he’s so nervous he can hardly eat. Then flash forward (still in Mary’s narrative) to everything not being fine - to mayhem and murder...
Cas is severely injured and
Wally is killed as, ironically “Walk With a Winner” plays (following a Tarantino-esque use of music throughout, where incongruity of song comments ironically on the action).
Then we get another title card...
The we get this card...
Now we’re in Cas’ POV as he sits in his car listening to gospel radio preaching “There is not one of us alive on this earth that will not pay the consequences of our actions...”
This is a flash back in time again from the mayhem segment we have seen from Mary’s POV and indeed a flash backwards prior to any time we have seen to date, as this is before the crew enter the diner...
Cas reaches for the radio dial and we get this card...
We get the Tarantino-esque walk into the diner...
This time, the same diner scene repeats, but from Cas’ POV and what’s really funny is that Cas just cuts all the squabbling and flirting banter out - Dean trying to hook him up with the waitress to cover his own crush etc. (calling him “devastatingly handsome”) - all cut. Sam asks, “”What’s the wifi password?”as he did before, the waitress answers “Extra cheese” as she did before, but from Cas’ POV they just move straight on to discussing strategy and tactics.
I love this little insight into Cas - that he just sometimes tunes parts of what his adopted human family is saying out - in order to focus on what he considers the important parts..
“What do I do?” Wally asks (again in some dialogue we did not hear in Mary’s first POV version of this diner scene.
“Don’t die.” snarks Dean. OH THANKS DEAN - we’ve already seen Wally die in Mary’s POV segment earlier. Ouch. The past (where we currently are) is commenting on the future, which is also hindsight for us!
This is probably how Cas experiences time, all the time....in a not strictly linear fashion - full-power angels can time travel, after all.
Mary says “Don’t worry, everything is going to be fine,” all over again (but we don;t hear the line from Wally about not being able to eat he’s so nervous which we got from Mary’s POV of this scene) and then again we flash forward, but from Cas’ POV, not Mary’s this time, to mayhem and murder...
Here is the establishing shot that tells us we are still in Cas’ POV
He’s a bit suspicious of Mary (she’s clearly nipped out to talk to the BMOL on her phone) but he accepts her nervous urination explanation.
Everyone is in place inside the dude’s house to take down night-fishing demon, and here he comes...
Demon killing bullets and demon killing knife are no good, He’s a match for Cas as well...
We see Wally killed all over again, as Sam once more shouts “No!”
But this time (Cas POV) we see how Cas gets the bloody wound we’ve already seen from Mary’s POV...
Now, we’re not absolutely strictly in Cas’ POV because when Mary rescues him and takes him to the barn down the road and calls Sam, we see a shot of Sam as he talks to her on the phone, so this is not veritas POV, but it is narrative POV...
“Are you OK?” Sam asks. “No,” Mary replies, with blood on her hands (literally and figuratively, as this is indeed all her fault thanks to her secret collaboration with the BMOL)
Then we get a time-counter card which reads (we hear ticking again too):
Sam and Dean arrive at the barn and Mary tells Sam that the demon had yellow eyes - they are both horrified (Dean has already gone to injured Cas’ side). “Mom, what the hell did you get us into?” Sam asks, This is their worst nightmare.
and then we lieave Cas’ POV (he looks as if he’s shifting in and out of consciousness anyway) and we are back in Mary’s POV as indicated by this title card:
We flash back to our earliest point in the time line, immediately signalled by a follow-up card
Mary and Wally have Ramiel’s place under surveillance and she’s explaining to him why she needs the request for help from her sons to come from him. so they don’t suspect the BMOL are involved (Mary - they tortured your son - how could you?!).
Poor Wally tries to raise some objections, but no dice... he’s in...
Worse - Mary is looking through the file on Ramiel given to her by the BMOL. Clearly they didn’t tell her everything, as she was shocked by the yellow eyes later. (as we’ve seen earlier!). BUT we do see an image of Michael with the spear in the file, which means she took Cas and her sons into a situation where there was a powerful angel and demon killing weapon held by the target without telling them... Dean is going to be FURIOUS when he finds out...
JUMP CUT! We are back in the diner (which follows in time sequence forward from Mary and Wally - they are heading to that diner to meet Mary’s sons and Cas right after their stake out).
We are back in the diner again this time, from Mary’s POV again. We hear snippets of repeated dialogue. Dean is heard saying, again, “Hey, Mandy, when do you get off?”
This is our third return to the diner!!! This time we do not hear Dean’s line about Cas being “devastatingly handsome” but we do see Mary looking like - Ugh my son - YOU are the one with extra cheese, all the way...
Wally is asking Sam and Dean what they think about “those fancy British Men of Letters”.
Dean says, “Yeah,” clearly rejecting the idea they should be involved, “they tried to kill my brother.,” RIGHT DEAN - why has your Mom FORGOTTEN THIS?!
Mary says her fatal line for a third time - “Everything’s going to be fine...”
At this point, we really, really know everything is NOT going to be fine...
Time card!
This is 40 mins earlier than the last time-card we got, when Cas was already stabbed and laid out in the barn during the confrontation with Ramiel from his POV...
We arrive at the earliest point we have yet seen in the confrontation with Ramiel (in Mary’s POV) when our team are scoping out his house and getting set to take him down before he comes back from fishing...
This is still, broadly, Mary’s POV. In keeping with that, we see her sneak out and go down into Ramiel’s basement where she sees the Michael spear painting which the BMOL have alerted her will be there. She moves it, opens the safe with a fancy BMOL safe-cracking device and removes a box which glows when she opens it...
We see the encounter between her and Cas which we saw earlier, from Cas’ POV again. Cas squints, “Mary, where were you?” Mary replies, “”I get nervous sometimes...” This is the “urination” conversation again, only now we know where Mary was - she was in the basement stealing something from Ramiel.
We see the sequence of Ramiel coming back, being immune to the demon-killing bullets and knife, thwacking the brothers and stabbing Cas with the spear in extreme flash forward sequence again (we saw all this before from Cas’ POV). Then we get another title card (more ticking)...
We are back in the barn with stabbed Castiel, two minutes before our previous visit to that point in time (which was from Cas’ POV) and Mary is texting the BMOL.
Mary why do you have them down as “Hobbits” in your phone? They are not kindly foodie gardeners with hairy feet?! They are more like pre-Nazgul...
Close-up on the red hands of guilt!
Sam and Dean arrive and Mary and Sam’s conversation about yellow eyes repeats. Dean and Cas talk, and Cas tells Dean he thinks he’s dying. We are now at the most forward place in the narrative we have reached (bearing in mind this is all in the past - being told to Mr. Ketch by Mary in a diner).
In the bam - Crowley arrives unexpectedly and announces - “You idiots, you’re all going to die!”
Shocked Winchester faces!.
The same Crowley lines repeat again (time is still looping - I wonder if we are getting a snippet of Cas’ POV here - that was an interesting mini-loop about dying).
“You idiots, you’re all going to die!”
Crowley explains who Ramiel is. Mary has a flashback to Azaezel and herself in a white nightdress on the night she died (we are still mainly in her POV).
Crowley explains that the Princes of Hell were not dead, as Cas and everyone supernatural had thought..
We get a new title card...
Crowley is paying a visit to Ramiel (same house, same interest in fishing)
We get another title card to tell us we are now entering Crowley’s POV:
Crowley is bringing the spear of Michael and the Colt to Ramiel as gifts.
Ramiel loves the spear and tells us that,“It kills the bad ones fast and the good ones slow and painful” (yes, we already know Cas is one of the GOOD ONES!). There’s a bit of an implication Lucifer is too there - given that Michael principally wanted to kill Lucifer with the thing and make him suffer...
“With Lilith and Azaezel dead and Lucifer back in his box...” so, this is post Swan Song in the Winchesters’ time-line,
“If you want the crown, it’s yours...” - what Crowley was hoping to hear from Ramiel all along, of course. He’d done his homework. Asmodeus has his hobbies, Dagon has her toys...
We jump into the “present” again, back in the barn (except the entire episode, reminder, is in the past, being told to Mr. Ketch by Mary, remember). Dean is kicking off at Crowley because Cas is dying
“We don’t have time for your... We don’t have time for you...You either help us or get the hell out of here!”
Crowley zaps out. We are now at the most forward point in the narrative we have yet reached...
Time card (and ticking)...
The Winchesters prepare for Ramiel’s arrival in the barn - using what they’ve got, which looks like holy oil and magical knuckle dusters.
As Crowley isn’t there, the scene is not technically from Crowley’s POV, but as we’ve said, the crew haven’t gone for veritas POV (the external eye of the camera is still ever-present).
But, here we are with Crowley outside the barn chatting to Ramiel. His POV.
Ramiel is not impressed. “Three humans with one good liver between them and a busted up angel...?”
Interesting - who has the good liver? Mary, or Sam? We know it’s not Dean, I’m afraid...
No deal. Crowley gets tossed into the barn by a powerful Prince of Hell. Here comes the Tarantino-esque whistling music and the arrival of Ramiel. himself - THE ANTAGONIST
Title card....
We loop back in time to a few minutes ago. Dean is saying, again, to Crowley,
“We don’t have time for your... for you...”
Crowley looks hurt/ resigned all over again...
Dean says “Yeah, figures...” again, and Crowley zaps out, again...
Why repeat this little sequence under the heading “A Real Barn Burner” - well, this is a real burn for Crowley. He knows that in the Crowley-Dean-Castiel love triangle, the only chance he had was when Dean was Demon!Dean, but still, it’s painful to be in unrequited love with Dean Winchester and to have it thrown in your face how little you matter to your ex compared to their angel soul-mate...
The “barn burner” is all about the subtext...
Time card...
Now we get more of what’s happening in the barn whilst Crowley is outside trying to bargain with Ramiel. So, this is not from Crowley’s POV -
Cas gives his “I love you... I love all of you...” (love and... love) speech <sob>
We get a tonne more Dean reaction shots than we do Sam or Mary reaction shots - this whole heart-wrenching scenario is particularly between them, the camera tells us...
Goddam it - SAD STRING MUSIC and Cas cries when Dean says, “Like you said, you’re family, and we don’t leave family behind.”
Now we see the Winchesters’ preparation (which we’ve seen before) in rapid speed up - Sam once again pouring holy oil on the floor of the barn. Dean with some Men of Letters magical knuckle dusters. The moment when Ramiel throws Crowley through the barn wall repeats, again...
Now we’re onto something new - once again the furthest point in time we’ve reached in the narrative.
Ramiel is basically pretty decent for a demon - he “went fishing”, i.e. off the grid, leading a quiet human-esque life, like Cain during his retirement years, and we know (although Sam, Dean and Cas don’t) that he’s right - the Winchesters did barge in and steal something from him - they are getting what was coming to them.
Interesting isn’t it - that they’ve trapped him with holy oil? That shit works on angels. Ramiel as a fallen angel (as he is depicted in the Book of Enoch - one of the Watcher angels, who fell for human women, leading to the creation of Nephilim) is given further credence...
Now, the ticking we’ve heard throughout the episode gets visual expression, as Ramiel gives the Winchesters 30 secs to return his stolen property...
And STILL Mary doesn’t speak (girl you are making some VERY BAD CHOICES here..)
Ramiel breaks the holy oil circle with the lance of Michael and kicks the crap out of the Winchesters - but Sammy manages to spear him with his own weapon and pooof - goodbye Prince of Hell. Sam Winchester, you are scarily good sometimes.
Cas is foaming black goo from the mouth - he’s dying. Dean’s heart is breaking.
Freaking Crowley dusts himself off, and, son of a witch that he is, figures out that the Michael lance is a magical object and therefore - break the runes, break the magic...
He snaps it and saves Dean’s heart, Castiel’s life, and the day...
The Winchesters are gob-smacked (c’mon Dean, haven’t you worked it out yet - the King of Hell is in love with you).
Crowley sass-master - “You’re welcome!”, dramatic spear drop - POOF!
Bit of hand-holding goes down...
Resolution to the narrative horn music plays, Tarantino style.
Cas asks what Ramiel meant about stealing. Mary looks guilty, but gets cut off by Dean who says “Let’s go home,” to Cas. Awwwww. Dean picks up the broken Michael spear, and they leave the barn.
Shot of Mary looking guilty as hell...
Here’s the other end to our Mr. Ketch bookend opener (”Tell me a story...”).
We’re back to where we started - our furthest point in the time stream - Ketch and Mary over coffee in a diner and she is narrating the whole thing to him retrospectively...
“Well, that’s quite a story...” he says.
Mary is pissed and threatens Ketch, “If anything like that happens again, I will burn you down, all of you...” Erm, Mary, hasn’t this taught you to run a mile in the other direction to the BMOL, RIGHT NOW??!
Ketch likes her spunk however - sexual tension eye-challenge across the table.. (Ketch is a John mirror here)....
The item Mary stole from Ramiel for Mr. Ketch is revealed as..... the Colt.
GASP...
Cut to Crowley on the phone to a minion, “Search that house, search it again! Find me that gun!”
Of course, Crowley knew Ramiel had the Colt as he’d given it to him.
And now - oh no - he probably thinks Sam and Dean stole it and hid that little fact from him (more heartbreak for Crowley as he really came through for the Winchesters saving Cas here).
Uh-oh - Lucifer is there in his cage, back in Hell, to whisper poison about betrayal into Crowley’s ear...
“I still can’t believe you’re working for the Dukes of Half Hazard...Do you really think they care about you?”
Luci - Crowley has Flickr albums to prove it!
“It’s only a matter of time before they come for you...”
Mark Pellegrino’s instantly chilling, layered Lucifer is back... YAY!
Does Crowley’s “Shut your mouth, dog!” already sound a bit uncertain?
I smell an Iago and Othello scenario (Yes, that means Dean is Desdemona)..
END CREDITS....
CONCLUSION
I love narratives which play with time and are non-linear. Obviously, this is done here as a tribute to Reservoir Dogs.
But what does it tells us, within the SPN universe?
I like to think there is something about the way supernatural beings like Crowley and Cas experience time differently from humans (not least because their life-spans are so much longer) in the mix.
There are some odd little time-loops as well as the larger ones. These draw attention to character moments - like Crowley getting his heart stomped on by Dean (again) in the barn, like Cas sensing that something is a bit off with Mary - she’s lying to him.
Repeat sequences highlight the subtext too - this episode runs with the Castiel-Dean-Crowley love triangle of Heaven and Hell big time, in keeping with the homoerotic subtext of Reservoir Dogs itself . We visit the diner three times - once from Mary’s POV, once from Cas’ and once from Mary’s POV again. Mary is watching “Performing Dean” and is by turns rather appalled and rather amused by it. She sees through (at least some of) it. Cas just cuts all Dean’s “teachable moment” hey Cas flirt with this waitress crap out - he tunes his human friends out sometimes - bless. But that means Cas also misses Dean’s other tells, like his “devastatingly handsome” description of the angel himself. Aka - Cas does not have a clue that Dean has sexual feelings for him.
On a larger scale, this episode is told from three POV’s - Mary’s mostly, with some Cas and some of Crowley’s POV.
That is for a very good reason. Mary, Cas and Crowley are all “family” to the brothers Winchester. Yes, Crowley is a frenemy, but he and Dean shared a “summer of love” and a “bromance” (which involved sex with triplets) and in this episode Crowley does something very selfless for them - he saves Castiel’s life even though it costs him a weapon which could have killed Lucifer.
This means Sam and Dean are going to be put in the middle of a huge conflict coming up - with Mary on one side with the BMOL, who want a world where “No one has to die because of the supernatural” (suggesting a supernatural genocide may be planned) and with Cas and Crowley, as supernatural beings whom the Winchesters care about, on the other.
TICK TOCK...
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Farewell to Chicago [1989–2019]
By Don Hall
Thirty years. Almost to the month. Like my ten years with the Chicago Public Schools (closer to nine), my decade in the public radio mines (shy by two months) and my five years hosting The Moth (just short by a month), I’ll round up and if that bothers you, consider yourself a pedant and kin to that fucker who corrects your grammar while in line at a CVS.
No one in Chicago knew a goddamned thing about me on April 7, 1989. I didn’t know anyone in Chicago that day as I drove my blue and grey 1984 Bronco II onto a crowded Lake Shore Drive in Friday afternoon rush hour. Having spent my years growing up jumping from place to place, new wasn’t intimidating but that traffic was something I had yet to encounter. Christ, it took me two days in Chicago to figure out that when other drivers were honking at you, they weren’t waving but flipping you off.
I had no clue on that day that I’d spend the next thirty years of my life in Chicago.
A recitation of accomplishments, jobs, marriages (three), personal and public wars, and lessons learned easy and hard wouldn’t do it justice. I might as well list the cash amounts paid out to rent and utilities. There are, however, moments that help sum up and define what became known as my Chicago.
1989
“Are you the new librarian?”
“No. I’m the music sub but they didn’t have a music position open so I’m being paid as the library sub.”
“Oh. Well, can you bring the book cart to my classroom at 10:45 anyway?”
“Sure.”
“By the way, you know you can’t sleep in your truck in the school parking lot, right?”
“Oh. Yeah. Got it.”
BIG FISH
1990
Marty DeMaat welcomes the Level One students to the Second City Training Program. I look around at the new faces and see Alida Vitas, whom I steamrolled through in our audition scene a few weeks ago. I wave “Hi” and she smiles. Joe Janes is there. He auditioned right after I did so he was in the room during mine. He seems slightly surprised to see me.
“Oh.” he says drily. “They let you in?”
Weeks later, he and I and a cast of other trainees concoct a sketch show entitled “Attack of the Fifty-Foot Woman” that we produce in Andersonville later in the year.
1991
“I can’t believe you’ve never had a Lincoln Breakfast,” he mused.
Carey Goldenberg, a Jewish Deadhead who had performed at Second City with Julia Louis-Dreyfus and Dan Castelleneta and was now an eighth grade math teacher, sat down at the booth.
“Try the The Monitor Skillet Eggs.”
“Monitor?”
“Named after an Ironsides ship from the Civil War.”
“Oh. Weird.”
“So what’s the big number for the choir next week?”
“We’re doing a tribute to Journey.”
“And the kids dig it?”
“They love it. It’s all new to them. They think ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ was written with them in mind.”
“It kind of was.”
“Yup.”
“You aren't Going to Tell My Mom, are You?"
1992
Jeff Hoover, Joe Janes and I, sitting in the grass just behind the Chicago History Museum. Each of us have cigars and are smoking them.
Weeks earlier, Jeff and I saw “Cannibal Cheerleaders on Crack” on Broadway and, in a slightly drunken haze, decided we could could probably do better.
“Let’s call Joe,” Hoover slurred, tipping his Modelo just enough to dribble some on his shoes.
In the grass, amidst the stinky clouds of barely smoked Romeo and Juliettas, the three of us decide to start our own theater company. Weeks later, we hold auditions in the Neo-Futurarium and cast Level 6, an ensemble of improvisers and sketch comedians with aspirations of something more.
Peculiar Journeys Ep. 28
1993
From the Chicago Reader when they reviewed shows every week, every show:
A MEAN WATUSI
Level 6 and Free Pickles
at Shay's
Only suckers and wimps do just one show at a time: that seems to be the spirit behind the two new revues being hosted by the comedy group Level 6, and for chutzpah alone they deserve credit. While running their straight improv show A Mean Watusi every Sunday night at Shay's bar, they've also put together a scripted show, Silence of the Frogs, a so-called "nonrevue of unimprovisation," which they perform Wednesday nights. Unfortunately, the young group's ambition has overreached their talents, and what might make a fresh 90-minute show has been inflated into two overlong evenings.
The group's biggest mistake is failing to isolate its real creative strength. In A Mean Watusi Level 6 shows what it does best with new twists on the standard improvisational games and some quick wit. While not all the scenes are winners, the group's good humor and high energy make the clunky moments easier to take.
SILENCE OF THE FROGS
Level 6
at Puszh Studios
In Silence of the Frogs, the creative limitations of Level 6 really begin to show. One would think the luxury of a script would prompt them to weed out some of the dross, but instead their material only seems worse. After an interesting introduction in which actor Don Hall plays a muted trumpet to an audio background of croaking frogs, the show screeches to a halt in the first scene.
Cliched dialogue, nondescript characters, and half-realized situations, the sketches end before anything really happens. To make things worse, Joe Janes's direction is so uncertain that the actors appear uncomfortable as they carry out silly stage business (such as when the workmen begin scrubbing an el platform, a spectacle I have never witnessed in all my years as a commuter).
The rest of the scripted material suffers from the same problems. The choppy structure and uneven quality of material give the revue a sluggish pace that is often hard to follow. While a lack of communication between people seems to be the vague thematic thread, it is never clearly outlined and comes across as a lazy afterthought. The show picks up, though, after Silence of the Frogs, when the group returns to do some improv.
In their press release, the group makes a revealing statement: "In Silence we're out to create good art. That doesn't mean it's not entertaining, it's just not our primary objective." Maybe they should abandon their pretensions and stick to what they're good at. At least in improvisation there's not enough time to think about making good art.
— Tim Sheridan
Government Cheesh
1994
Closing up the band room after teaching from 7:30am til 3:30pm and then having after school band until 5:00pm. One of my students, a drummer, helps put things away.
“What do you do after school, Mr. Hall?”
“Some nights I have shows with my theater company. Other nights I perform improv comedy with ComedySportz.”
“Ain’t you married?”
“I am.”
“Prolly not for long.”
✶
As one gets older it becomes more difficult to make friends. At least that’s been the case for me. In my experience, the friends whom I can say I’ve cemented a lifelong bond with have all come from making art together. Sure, many have come and gone in that theater immediacy of sort of falling in love with each other during the rehearsals and run of the show, the promises to keep in touch after the show closes, only to move on and be friendly acquaintances. Faceborg connections.
Chicago is one of those places in the world, like the bizarre tourist attractions that give power to Gaiman’s American Gods, that draws amazing artists to her embrace. I have met and worked with so many extraordinary humans within the gates of this town it boggles my mind to reflect upon the sheer number. Because art is a dramatic and contentious preoccupation, there are some whom the explosion of ideas and execution burned away from the raw electricity. The burning of those connections are always a bit sad but the celebration is of the creation.
One friendship that has remained intact and with the gravity of true family across my time in Chicago is that which I have with Joe Janes. He and I have been a part of so many artistic experiments — from the early days of Level 6 to the producing of his first full-length play to the spectacle of putting up all 365 sketches he wrote in a year — despite some dark patches and irreconcilable differences along our nearly thirty years, he is the closest thing to a brother I’ve ever had. I hope I can convince him to move to Vegas but even if I don’t I will always consider him the best of friends (not to mention one of the kindest humans I’ve ever run across from and the Spock to my Kirk.)
✶
1995
We held a yard sale. We sold bars of chocolate. I managed to snag us an Air Canada sponsorship for ridiculously cheap flights and booked a 17 room three-flat just minutes from the Fringe Central ticket center for around $50.00 per person for the month.
“The Armageddon Radio Hour” and ComedySportz. 26 shows in the month of the largest theater and arts festival in the world. While Chicago roasted that summer, the gang of WNEP Theater performed and saw more awesome, bizarre, experimental stagecraft than we could’ve imagined. We stole so many of those ideas and employed them back in Chicago it is no exaggeration to say that a month at the Edinburgh Fringe is better than a theater degree.
All Sandwiches Matter
1996
Joe Bill (of the Annoyance Theater) and I sit in the court room, waiting for my name to be called. We were there because a few months prior, in an act of guerrilla marketing, I instigated the fly posting of thousands of ‘teaser posters’ for the newest WNEP play and wasn’t smart enough to realize that once we put up the real posters, we’d get busted by the city.
For a few weeks in our little circle of artists and theatergoers, the question was “What the fuck is ‘Metaluna’?” Posters featuring the word and a photo of Sigmund Freud in a slip were plastered everywhere. I had multiple conversations about the mystery always with a smirk in my brain because we were in rehearsals for this ridiculous, massive show that made no sense spawned from the cracked mind of Joe Janes and directed by the equally off-balance Bob Wilson.
Five stages. Two constructed fat suits. Expanding arms. Muttonchops. A theremin. DADA poetry on vaudeville stages. Giant circus-like posters painted by Kevin Colby. It was the most ambitious show we had created to date and caught the eye of Jen Ellison, who after seeing the show, decided she wanted to be the artistic director of the company responsible.
The city fined us $20.00 but warned that they could’ve fined us $10,000. It was not the last time we would come into contention with Chicago but it was definitely the lightest sentence.
In Nonsense Is Strength
1997
Mr. Jose Barrias was the beginning of a trend.
Hired by Sharon Hayes to come in and teach music at District One Middle School, my predominant skill she prized was my tendency to bend both the rules and the expectations placed upon the role of music teacher.
My classroom had no desks or chairs. We had rugs and pillows. We didn’t spend any time learning to play plastic recorders. We listened to and discussed music and musicians and read from my college music history text. I had the HOT ROOM across the hall. I had a wall of gum that the students (not supposed to chew gum in school but did anyway) would add to every day.
In 1996, Sharon left. Barrias was hired. Jose did not appreciate my less than orthodox approach and, while he did his best to get me to follow a more traditional protocol, it didn’t take.
A year later, my teaching career was over. The trend was set — get hired to shake things up creatively, person who hires me leaves, bureaucrat comes in who wants a by-the-book approach, I stay a year longer than I should then split.
Did I Say Hot Room?
1998
“I think I want a divorce. We’ve been this for a while since college and I’m pretty sure you hate Chicago and I love it and we’re both kind of miserable.”
“That’s what my grandma said marriage was.”
“Seriously? I didn’t know that. I’m sorry.”
“What will you do?”
“I’ll probably get a bachelor apartment in a crummy neighborhood, jump right back into another relationship, get marginally suicidal but mom will talk me through it. The theater company will kind of blow up because I’ll spend too much time drinking because the idea of being divorced is a bit intense for me and I’ll be a total fuckwad. We’ll do some shows but I’ll be mailing it in for the most part. It’ll cause a huge rift between Joe and I but we’ll repair it a while later. How about you?”
“I’ll get the fuck out of Chicago, move back to Texas, get remarried, he’ll die a year later but then I’ll meet the man of my dreams, we’ll get married and have two children. Oh, and I’m keeping both the dog and the cat. You can see them on Facebook in ten years.”
1999
FOR WNEP, IT'S `APOCALYPSE' NOT YET
THE FOUR HORSEMEN ARE READY TO RIDE
It was always about Keith Whipple. Sure, we had a massive cast and spent more money on this ridiculous, ambitious monstrosity. Twenty-five working televisions, five VCRs connected, amazing costumes, and a dark satire on Christianity. Cathleen Carr, one of our producers, broke her pelvis during load-in. Joe Kaplan built a set that could actually withstand the apocalypse.
Whipple, however, stood out on Lincoln Avenue before every show improvising riffs on Revelations with a megaphone to an unsuspecting pedestrian audience before crashing the start of the play. He endured eggs thrown at him, physical threats, and the police called on him. And he never once flagged or complained.
✶
The wonderful cesspool that is Chicago holds a special place for the transplant. Sure, there are the diehard Chicago natives, stuck in their neighborhoods and allegiance to their high schools and local digs, but the transplant has this wide open space to navigate. Chicago has been a magical playground, like a hardcore Midwestern Disneyworld with different “lands” to go to and experiment within.
I was always the new kid in school because we moved around a lot. As much as anything else, it is this foundation upon which my many career moves were made while surfing across Lake Michigan’s shores.
Public school music teacher. Off Loop Theater Producer, Director, And Actor. Improvisational Comedian. Playwright. Improv Coach and Teacher. Venue Manager and Landlord. Retail Tobacconist. Massage School Facilities Manager. Public Radio Events Director. NPR House Manager. StorySlam Host. Digital Publisher and Writer. Independent Events Consultant & Producer. Front of House Manager of Millennium Park.
Only in Chicago could I bounce around so sporadically, learning from each experience and growing in my skills. Only in Chicago could I have that many shifts in vocation without adding “Unemployment” or McDonald’s to my resume.
✶
2000
She was both excited and incredulous.
“You signed a lease on a theater?”
“I did. It was about time we had our own clubhouse.”
“Can we afford it?”
“We have to. I mean, we don’t really have a choice now.”
“How much is in the company bank account right now?”
“$18.00.”
“…”
2001
I woke up late. Jen was in the front room. She was crying. I came in and she was staring at the TV. The footage was live and it was off a disaster of some sort in New York. As I sat next to her, neither of us spoke. We sat like that for almost an hour as the non-stop feed kept informing us of the attack.
Later that day, she and I went shopping for props for her one-woman show that was in tech rehearsals. We went to a vintage toy store on Broadway. The streets were mostly deserted.
Later, I started getting emails and phone calls from the cast and crew of “Lives of the Monster Dogs” and “Soiree DADA.” We were scheduled to open the Monster Dog play on September 12. We had a DADA show that night. What were we going to do? Should we cancel the DADA? Should we postpone the play?
Jen was of no help. So I decided. I sent out an email to everyone in the theater company. If people felt strongly enough that they couldn’t perform, that was fine but we would do the shows despite the attack. We would do what we do. We would entertain as best we could.
I’ll never forget Bob Wilson, in full DADA costume, reading the ending monologue from The Armageddon Radio Hour and sending chills throughout the room.
2002
I lived across the street from our theater which meant I was on call whenever any one of the thirteen shows per week was running
A random Friday night. A midnight show by a renting organization. I’m in the back, watching to make sure everything is copacetic. I notice a guy, solo, in the back row. He’s jerking himself off. No one else in the audience or onstage is the wiser.
“Yo. You get two choices, bub. Unclench your pud and quietly get the fuck out of my theater or continue to choke it as I drag your ass out of here by your hair. Choose now.”
Just a day in the life.
Nothing is Sacred. Not Even You
2003
I was upstairs when I got the call. The DoR was downstairs. They wanted to see our Public Place of Amusement license. “It’s on the wall. In the nice frame.” Three minutes later, the phone rang again. There was a problem. I threw on my pants and came downstairs.
The next morning, the Sun-Times ran a short story about the DoR sweep of six or seven small, Off Loop theaters that had been shut down due to licensing violations. We were among the list. Adding insult to injury, our theater was saddled with the only full paragraph and quote, saying that our license had been forged. I called to see what they were talking about. I called my landlords who didn’t return my calls. I called the League of Chicago Theaters and was told they couldn’t help us because it was reported that we — I — had forged the license.
Outside, there was a huge red sticker on our place — CEASE AND DESIST. We were being shuttered. I spoke to an attorney and was cautioned about what I might say to the press. “Don’t piss these people off. Play nice.” I was told. So when I was interviewed for the Reader, I played nice. When I was interviewed on WBEZ, I played nice. I’m not particularly good at playing nice, at watching what I say. And it made me seem guilty. The expectation of those around me was that I wouldn’t sit still for this. That, if I were in the right, I would tear off my shirt, march down to City Hall and raise bloody fucking hell. A natural born brawler, I tried to dance the political Foxtrot.
Three of my best friends — who had stood up with me at my wedding — became convinced that I had, indeed, forged the license. That, while they were performing shows, I was out in a back alley, selling forged documents to strangers using Photoshop and a color printer so kids could get into bars and underage girls could get abortions. They started working with the landlords to transfer the lease to a member of our Board who was ALSO a member of a theater company that had also been shut down.
My books were audited. Every dime, every receipt. It was concluded that everything was kosher — that there was no malfeasance. In fact, it was this audit that uncovered the fact that I had “donated” over $35,000 of my own money over three years to keep the place afloat. But, said my friends, I was pretty clever and could have figured out how to cook the books ahead of time. In the span of a month, I had gone from the guy who made sure the stage was painted and the lights worked to a criminal mastermind. It was like Kafka.
At a meeting of the majority of the 48 members and associates of the theater, I broke down in tears. I felt trapped and maligned. The tears were hot and angry and impotent. I was failing on an epic scale and could not find a way to make things right. The Three Groomsmen had successfully negotiated the transfer of the lease to the other theater behind my back; it was up to us whether or not we wanted to try to fight it out. We didn’t because I didn’t.
Getting Up the Eighth Time
2004
From the New York Times (top of fold on the cover of the Arts Section in the print version):
“John Huston's ''Let There Be Light'' (1946), a meticulously shot government-sponsored documentary that presented psychiatrists curing World War II veterans of mental ailments with such absurd quickness that many suspected it was rehearsed, now appears like more of a piece of propaganda for Freudian psychoanalysis than for the United States military.
Jen Ellison and Dave Stinton's adaptation of this fascinating movie, which was banned by the United States for over three decades, is one of the most curious shows in this year's fringe festival. It's a staged version of a documentary that may have been staged itself. Instead of commenting on or contextualizing the material, the creators of the play, which concentrates on four of the soldiers, play the material as straight as if it were a kitchen-sink drama. While the style can be stiff, the sensitive actors playing the soldiers -- Peter James Zielinski, Peter De Giglio, Chad Reinhart and James Yeater -- manage to tease emotional depth and nuance out of their thinly drawn parts.
Still, the show's optimism about the government's treatment of its veterans is jarring, especially when compared with more cynical recent moves like ''Born on the Fourth of July'' or ''The Manchurian Candidate.'' It's almost comic when Cpl. Joe Hardy (Mr. Reinhart) regains the feeling in his legs after a few moments of hypnosis.
Ms. Ellison and Mr. Stinson seem to acknowledge this anachronism in their one major departure from the film -- Mr. Zielinski's sensitive and beautifully realized portrayal of a depressed grunt who never recovers from an unspecified psychological sickness. He adds a dour tone to the drama, reminding us that the talking cure has its limitations.”
2005
One fall day, I substitute taught at a school in Humboldt Park. It is a neighborhood filled with culture and vibrancy but is one of those in Chicago left mostly out of the resources loop but I discovered that I am, as a teacher at least, at my absolute best when working in the classic "troubled inner-city school" filled with kids who America has chosen to leave behind.
I bopped around the school in the early morning, providing prep periods for fourth and sixth grade teachers - strictly high priced babysitting. Then I landed in Room 102. Seventh Grade Science. For the rest of the day.
Most teachers I know fear nothing more than seventh and eighth grade. The kids are just swimming in the chemical dump of their overloaded hormones and their emotions and bodies are careening at a breakneck pace without the experience to guide it away from the fourth turn wall. I love this age. They crack me up; every time I work with them I have new stories to tell and feel like I successfully navigated a rudderless boat through the most violent of storms and lived to tell about it. (Jesus - a NASCAR metaphor and a sailing metaphor in one paragraph - what you got to say to me now, motherfucker?)
The day was interesting. I had enough time during the day to talk to a couple of the teachers, all of whom looked tired and stretched a bit too thin and who spoke in the slow, hushed tones of the shellshocked. They told me of the gentrification on either side of the local neighborhood and the resulting dramatic rise in drug dealers and gangs in their school over the past few years. They quietly railed against the sense of entitlement their students were trained to have in an environment that dictates that teachers could not punish children in nearly any way whatsoever for increasingly violent behavior - the idea that flunking, suspending, or holding back a kid who has no perceived use for school in the first place is like fighting a wooly mammoth with a loaf of bread. While the kids were away, they would talk with a worn but slightly amused look on their faces which immediately hardened into a disgusted scowl as soon as any kid appeared.
Excerpts of my day include:
"I forgot to tell you," I gleefully stopped the class in the mid-riot of getting prepared to switch classes. "Look at this look on my face." I deadpanned. "It says 'I don't care.' You say you absolutely have. to go to the washroom or you'll die and you must have your friend with you? 'I don't care.' Your friend jabbed you in the eye and you can't see? 'I don't care.' Your teacher said that you sit in the corner with six others while 'doing your science' together? 'I don't care.'" "You say you need to KNOW something or are looking to LEARN something? Then I care."
"Mr. Hall, why are you so happy?" "Because teaching you guys is like a day at the zoo! And who doesn't like the zoo?"
"Pardon me. (a beat) Excuse me. (a beat) I need your attention! (a beat) I don't want to yell over you, folks. (a beat) Excuse me! (a beat) GOOD GOD - THE SKY! LOOK AT THE SKY!! OK, listen up really quickly -" "Mr. Hall - you're weird."
At one point, I run into Antoine. Antoine is a 15-year old, six-foot-three inch, drug dealer's son. He is a huge white kid who somewhere along the line decided he would mimic a stereotyped black kid. He is in the behavior disorder class and, according to his teachers, pretty much has the run of the school. He is what most teachers know to be a hopeless case - no pragmatic use for education, no respect for any adults except those that can pummel him, and the realization that nothing, absolutely nothing can be done to him until he's eighteen.
He came in during a class switch and was chatting up one of the girls. I had no idea he wasn't supposed to be there and was actually mystified that he simply would not shut up for me (I'm actually pretty good at that sort of thing). He literally acted as if I wasn't there. After ten minutes of attempting to explain the science lesson (Matter, Mass, Volume, and Density), he gets up and makes for the door. I intercept.
"Where are you going, Antoine?"
"This ain't my class."
"Then why have you been here for ten minutes?"
"Ah bumbbges digghuff chaetky mumblemumblemumble...."
"What?"
"Nothin. Get out my way."
"How about we wait for the security guard to swing by and take you to the class you're supposed to be in - I don't get a thrill at the prospect of you roaming the hall freely."
"What?" He tries to shove me out of the way of the door, getting right up in my face. "Don't you lay your hands on me!"
This is a trick. Antoine knows that this is the phrase that freezes the blood in most teachers' hearts. In a time where parents file lawsuits against teachers for failing grades, the stigma attached to a corporal punishment charge is career suicide.
"I didn't lay a hand on you, Antoine. In fact, it was you who laid your hands on me. We now have two choices." I get quiet enough for only Antoine to hear. "We can wait for the guard to come by and pick you up and escort you out of here so I can teach some seventh grade science. Or. I'm gonna beat the crap out of you and then have you arrested for assault. Make your choice."
His face reflects a number of conflicting emotions and finally he flashes a shit-eating grin and asks, "We cool. right?"
It turns out that the kids don't really care much for Antoine. They're afraid of him. The teachers are, too. I think it's a shame that things have come to this - it's only October. The atmosphere for the rest of the day slows down to a mere category 2 hurricane and the day breezes by.
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In thirty years, I’ve lived in a lot of the neighborhoods in the city. Again, in the laundry list version:
Edgewater Rogers Park Bridgeport Lakeview Avondale Northcenter Portage Park Bucktown Uptown Wicker Park
Every neighborhood has its own flavor and people and businesses. The cornucopia of experiences based entirely upon your immediate surroundings is extraordinary. All of it connected by the train (and busses if you go to where their are fewer rich, white people...)
The best part? Local businesses. My guess is that Vegas will be populated more with chain restaurants, bookstores, etc. It is the local dives and boutiques and coffee shops that make Chicago one of the most amazing places on Earth.
My Chicago is:
The Lincoln Restaurant Haymarket Pub & Brewery The Green Mill The Metro Chicago Comix The Athenaeum Old Town Tobacco Bang Bang Pies The Red Lion Victory Gardens Theater at The Biograph Quenchers The NeoFuturarium G Man Tavern Smoke BBQ The Chopin Theatre Pequod’s Pizza Easy Bar Uncharted Books The Music Box Theatre Empty Bottle Lem’s BBQ Dollop Coffee Black Dog Gelato
Sure there are more but I’m old and can’t remember everything. Calm down.
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2006
“Did you hear that Hall kicked Bernie Sahlins out of the Athenaeum lobby last night?”
“What? Why?”
“One of his Chicago Improv Festival stage managers pulled the lights on some Los Angeles group because they were going way over time and Sahlins lost it. Found Don and tried to dress him down in front of a crowd getting tickets. Hall stood by his stage manager and Bernie was not having that. Finally, he snapped an told him to get his old motherfucking ass out of the theater.”
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah, Pitts got heavy pressure from Second City so he had to fire Don.”
“He’s been with CIF for, what, five years?”
“Not any more.”
2007
“Can I ask you a question I’m not legally supposed to ask? You seem like you’d be alright with it but I want to check.”
“Shoot.”
“You’re twenty years older than every other applicant for this job. Why do you want it?”
I laugh. “First, I like Wait Wait...Don’t Tell Me!” Second, I like NPR and WBEZ. Third, if I do a great job house managing for peanuts, maybe you decide to offer me a full time gig.”
Four months later, he offered the full time gig.
2008
“Are you Jackie’s son? She’s right. You got fat.”
Betrayal in Tornado Alley
2009
Monday morning at WBEZ. Eighteen voicemails. Not so many until you understand that the outgoing message specifically instructs people to NOT leave voice messages and that these eighteen recordings were from the same person.
“Hello! My name is [REDACTED] and I’m here to see “Wait Wait...Don’t Tell Me!” I have a ticket and I’m at the Chase Bank but I can’t find the auditorium. Can someone call me back?” - “Hello. [REDACTED] again. I’m wandering around the bank and no one seems to know where the show is being taped. Please call me back. I don’t want to miss a minute!” - “I’m in my car right now and I can hear that you’ve started the show! Where am I supposed to go? There are no signs and nothing on the ticket page. Where are you?” - “Goddamn it! I can HEAR THE SHOW RIGHT NOW! LISTEN! Someone needs to call me right the fuck now or I’m going to lose it!”
This went on for an hour, all the way up to voicemail number seventeen which was apoplectic. Voicemail number eighteen was the next day, Sunday.
“Hello. This [REDACTED] and I am so sorry I left all of those messages. Oh my. I’m so embarrassed. My husband pointed out to me that the ticket to your show was for Thursday night, not Saturday morning. I’m so used to hearing it on Saturday, I thought... Well, you can guess what I thought. Please accept my apologies.”
I called her back and gave her tickets to the following Thursday. VIP. But only if I could tell the story.
2010
For part of 2008 and all of 2009, Jen worked with a team of nineteen writers on a project that involved them writing short one-act plays or scenes inspired by the artwork of Edward Hopper.
Following the divorce and her resignation from WNEP Theater, these writers came at me.
“Are we going to do anything with these pieces or was it all just wasted time?”
So I hunkered down, stitched together 24 scenes to create a ridiculously huge theater piece, cast 18 actors, 4 understudies, booked the Storefront Theater on Randolph Street, and hired a few brilliant designers
It was the last show I produced for WNEP. It was the last theater piece I directed for WNEP. Unbeknownst to me, included in the sold out run’s audience were Jen and her new husband, Lois Weisberg, the acting Chairs of the MCA, The Art Institute and the Driehaus Museum, and a woman who hadn’t been in Chicago for very long but heard about the show and came with a friend. This mystery woman also went to the play’s off-night series and reconnected with her college roommate, Scott Whitehair.
Four years later, I’d marry her in Las Vegas.
2011
“There’s no electricity in this warehouse.”
“What? It’s 4:30am. Why are you calling me?”
“The warehouse where I’m supposed to set up the movies, the spoken word, the B-Boy/B-Girl Dance Battles? I have no electricity and the door between spaces is welded shut.”
“The Block Party starts at noon. It’s 20 below zero. What are you going to do?”
“I suppose I’ll find an old breaker box that seems to still be connected to juice and try to hotwire it. I’ll electrocute myself the first time and my fingers will turn black from it. The second try will knock me unconscious for around seven minutes and make my mouth taste like pennies. The third time — because I’m both tenacious and stupid — will work. Though later tonight when I get home, my feet will be bizarrely bruised and look like dark purple beets with toes.”
“Oh. Good plan.”
“Breeze?”
“Yeah?”
“WBEZ doesn’t pay me enough.”
2012
“Your story was amazing. We loved it. We wanted to know if you were interested in hosting the story slam at Haymarket?”
“Hosting? Why not have Tyler do it?”
“He’s the producer. We love him but he’s not really host material.”
“Yeah. OK. Sounds good.”
The back room at the Haymarket Pub & Brewery is packed to the point that people are sitting on the floor. Tyler introduces me with platitudes about being the House Manager for WWDTM — it’s a touchpoint the largely NPR crowd can cheer.
“According to the legend, The American feud begin over notches on the ears of a hog Exchanges of retribution from this humiliating start Gaining traction to equal the obsession of two warring families
The thirst for vengeance, once fomented Is unquenchable, irresistible, all-consuming The Klingons say revenge is a dish best served cold But most of the meal involves the heat of righteous anger.
Someone became stridently political Someone else cheated with your boyfriend Yet another spread rumors about you There is no end to the razor-sharp slights you have endured. Time slipping through your fingers, wasted on rage That thing that got the revenge ball rolling Lost in a cacophony of calls for justice and "It's not right"
Revealed to be, in the end, nothing more than notches on a hog's ear.
Tonight’s theme is GRUDGE. Welcome to The Moth!
Like a Burning Moth Without a Clue as to How He Caught on Fire: A Collection of Word Jazz
Of The Seven, Americans Suffer Sloth More Than the Other Six
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The act of reflection upon a thirty year period forces perspective. In writing this, one of the choices to make has been to determine which moments are worth hanging onto and which ones are better left erased. Sure, these erased moments are still visible but like a heavily used white board, the remnants of the words are almost scrubbed off, slightly visible but unimportant.
The odd, highly passionate fights that occurred are not limited to one or two years but peppered throughout like scars that look like faces if you squint. The betrayals are lower in volume, a tune you remember from way back when but can’t quite recall the lyrics. The specifics and details behind divorces and other failed relationships might be juicy in that Buzzfeed sort of view but aren’t truly relevant.
I scaled a mountain and, during the journey, broke few bones, got hypothermia, and lost some of my equipment but no one wants to hear the tale of those things but rather the feeling of epic transformation that such a path includes. I’ll not use my platform for therapy, gang.
I know people who tend to stare back into the rear view mirror and wax nostalgic as if the best times (or worst) are behind them. I am not one of those people. What’s past informs the navigation but does not determine the destination. I have very few regrets and I think that’s the best way to live.
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2013
“You were involved with the Global Activism Expo?”
“Yeah. I produced it.”
“The 5K Fun Run with Peter Sagal?”
“Produced it.”
“The Chicago Chef Battle at Kendall College? The WBEZ Day of Service? The Winter Block Party for Chicago’s Hip Hop Arts? The Year in Review at Park West? The Sound Opinions Summer BBQ?”
“Produced them all.”
“Did you have a favorite?”
“Oh yeah. The Richard Steele Holiday Party at House of Blues with featured performers Billy Bragg and the Sons of the Blues. That was seriously one of the highlights of the year.”
2014
“Hey. How about you shut the fuck up?”
Three dates later.
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes.”
How to Jump Out of a Plane and Survive
2015
Along the road, there was General Admission. It was a WBEZ podcast co-hosted by my Events Assistant and myself. We interviewed local artists as well as a handful of national talents (including Kate Mulgrew, Steven Yuen, Taylor Mac, and, of course, Henry Rollins.) A true highlight of 2015 was getting to sit down with a personal hero of mine, Chuck Palahniuk, and ask him questions. The interviews for these are long since deleted but the memories remain.
Half a Century
2016
A meeting at the bar below my apartment. Commiseration over the online trolling I’d endured from unfriending a psychopath and her army of aggrieved idiots. A pitch — how about an online magazine? Something cool and interesting and featuring all kinds off writing? Something that Himmel could sink his own Angry White Guy voice into like a fetid beef sandwich with so much mustard it covered up the gristle and the rot?
“Well, I’ve recently updated my 10-year blog (Angry White Guy in Chicago) to something less Trump-centric sounding. I’m calling it Literate Ape. Whaddya think?”
“Sounds perfect.”
2017
“In the nearly five years I've hosted The Moth (58 regular slams, 8 Grand slams and nearly 700 stories in that time) I've had a real ball.
I started every single slam with the admonition that while we are each snowflakes, unique in every way with our individual crystalline natures, we are all just made of fucking snow. With the onslaught of identity politics and partisan bickering, I hope that is something people remember.
I closed every single slam with a quote: "If you want to change the world, have a meal with someone who doesn't look like you." - Chef Coco Winbush.”
Farewell to The Moth
”In parting ways, I can say that my decade working for WBEZ, Vocalo, and especially NPR's Wait Wait... Don't Tell Me! was thrilling, challenging, inspiring and worth every moment. I got to watch Obama's first speech as president on multiple televisions in a bona fide newsroom. I got to meet Michael Moore, Denis Leary, speak to Bill Clinton and hang out with Tom Hanks. I produced events for as many as 5,000 people (as well as had a hand in producing a record-breaking performance of WWDTM at Millennium Park for 17,000 people). I produced events at the House of Blues, Victory Gardens, Adler Planetarium, Metro Chicago, City Winery, Chicago History Museum, Chopin Theater and hundreds of other excellent venues.
I was there to assist in orchestrating the 10th Anniversary of WWDTM at Adler Planetarium. I was there for Carl Kassell's final show in D.C. I directed Ira Glass, Scott Simon and Peter Sagal in a gala performance. I have been privileged to work with Bill Kurtis. I got to throw Richard Steele and Claude Cunningham their retirement parties. Winter Block Parties with YCA, New Year's Eve Parties with The Moth, Pi Day, the brilliant town hall meetings for the Race Out Loud series. Jim and Greg of Sound Opinionswith Frankie Knuckles on the MCA stage. Drive-In movies in West Chicago. 5K Runs with Peter Sagal. Running front of house for WWDTM with Kate Kinser by my side almost every single night. Laughing and planning things with the amazing Vanessa Harris.
The list of amazing experiences and incredible people is a bit mind-boggling in hindsight. And Good Christ, the Pledge Drives..“
Farewell to the Public Radio Mines
2018
“In the park, there is only one we, the collective patronage of the thousands of multicultural Homo sapiens gathered to hear an orchestra or a jazz ensemble or the blues or a rock band. It is a larger and more lovely we and, therefore, a stronger foundation from which to find solutions to the seemingly insurmountable obstacles to society.”
All the World’s a Stage and Identity is Just Another Costume
“"Tiffany to Don."
The terrible analogue radio crackles in my left ear.
"This is Don. Go."
I'm on the southwest end of the park. It's hot. Really hot. Hot enough that one begins to question the sanity of standing out here, wearing all black, amidst 11,000 people listening to a world-class orchestra play Tchaikovsky. Tiffany is one of my 50 ushers. She has encountered an older couple who came out to the park to hear the music yet hadn't really thought through the difficulties of being post-70 years of age in heat that can only be described as Global Warming Hot as Balls HOT. The gentlemen is so overheated that he can no longer walk. They need a wheelchair.
"Copy that. I'm on my way."
I walk quickly to the Welcome Center on Randolph, check out a wheelchair, then navigate the unwieldy thing through throngs of casual walkers around to the east side of the the stage. It takes me around eight minutes and I'm sweating like I'd been in the volcano room at King Spa. The old man sits in the chair after navigating the fear of just falling on his ass while sitting down. They need to go to their car in the parking garage.
Tiffany shrugs. "I don't drive. I don't know the parking garage."
"I got it," I say with a forced smile.
I wheel the man and his wife through the bowels of the building. We get to the elevator and they can't quite remember what floor they parked on. They left their ticket in the car. We sit for a moment, as the garage is huge and the prospect of finding their vehicle with no concept of even what floor (of the seven levels) it is on is an impossible task.
"It's on three." "How sure are you?" "I'm pretty sure it's on three."
We go to three. No idea what section (3A? 3B? 3C? Jesus Christ…) they give me a description of the car and a license plate number and we set out through each aisle, each row, looking for the car. Thirty-five minutes later — with frequent radio calls for assistance that I direct while seeking an end to the labyrinthian journey I'm on — I spy their ride. They are relieved and thrilled. So am I.
The wife wants to tip me and offers me a dollar. I politely decline and send them on their way. I return just as the concert ends and just in time to set up the two recycling bins in the arcade for the ushers to dispose of the now outdated programs leftover from the weekend.”
Managing a House for 50,000 People
2019
Seven weeks. 2019 in Chicago has been spent doing side gigs, hanging out with people who have meant something to me in the past thirty years, and driving to old neighborhoods and reflecting upon the time here.
My last night in Chicago is spent on the Haymarket Pub & Brewery stage doing BUGHOUSE! And drinking myself stupid on Mathias Ale.
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And that, as they say, is that.
If you made it all the way down to this sentence and clicked enough half of the links, I applaud you. Writing this freaking tome took me most of the final seven weeks and occupied more of my brain space than most things I can recall. I’ve spent the entirety of my adult life in Chicago, a feat that I could never have predicted in 1989.
Chicago has shaped me, taking the doughy calzone that crashed upon the shores of Lake Michigan and baking me until I was a golden brown with tons of gooey melted cheese and some questionable meat product. While not born here, I can and do call myself a native. A Chicagoan.
Certainly, I won’t miss the weather — I’m quite certain there is no such thing as dibs or a viable need for shoveling and salting your walk in Las Vegas. There will be things I will be happy to shed my daily grind of: the incredibly high cost of living, the taxes, the corrupt government, the fucking parking issues, the baked-in tribal mentality of neighborhood cultures, the extreme segregation, the crap school system. Dana and I are riding the crest of a wave of deserters as Chicago continues to bleed residents like she goes through restaurants.
I will, however, miss the grit of the people. I’ll miss the almost blissfully ignorant pride in the city. I’ll miss the transit system that binds us together like arteries and the theater and spoken word scene that blossoms even under the auspices of the interminable social justice rage profiteers. I’ll miss my friends especially those who have stood by through good times and harsh times and, while always challenging me, never gave up on me either. Just like the city.
There is so much I did not include in this Dear John letter it’s hard to fathom but that’s the nature of something like this. Plenty left out but always stuck to me.
Just like the city.
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Fruits Basket, SE02, Ep23
Love is in the air is the theme of this ep! All kinds of luv~ for everybody!~ kyo/tohru (main), yuki/machi(new!!), rin/haru(on going), Arisa/Kureno (dead-end?), hiro/kisa (babies to luvers...), hana/tohru/arisa (sisters love!) yuki/kakeru (friendship), momiji/tohru (cutest friendship!) kyo/haru (underrated friendship), hana/kyo/arisa (living to tease*torment* you friendship!XD), kyo/kazuma (parental love!), Haru/kisa (big brother care), yuki’s fanclub (toxic love), hana/food (OTP). What an ep!! One of a kind where you start off crying of laughter & end up crying from broken heart!
-Arisa’s second outburst:
The best thing abt this play is that you can’t tell if they’re following a script or not for the most part. XD, However, for some it IS clear when they bring in their personal feelings. Arisa was fine acting her role with improvised jokes on kyo’s expense. However, due to kyo’s refusal to meet the princess, she got angry to the point of screaming in front of the whole school & visitors? The outburst was treated seriously with climatic music, audience reaction, fellow actors surprise & narrator-san pointing out it IS personal & not scripted. But afterwards arisa is fine. Even though I’m not into love at first sight, I acknowledge it exists in fiction & in reality. No problem. But the extreme intensity of kureno/Arisa’s love is higher than everybody’s without enough basis from those two meetings they had before... Sure, she can fall in love with him, wish him to meet her.. but her outburst is too much, too painful, too heartbreaking. However if you look at her outburst as a plot device to get kureno involved once again & complicate things, bingo, you get why it was planted there. Momiji’s footage will reach him. cool. but too forced in my opinion.. everything abt their interaction is too forced, from her first outburst at his few words that got her to cry her heart out & leave the restaurant & get nearly kissed on the lips to her second outburst in front of the entire school. Arisa likes ppl who are tohru-like. The narrative hints that kureno is tohru-like. First, his clumsiness, second? being content with his unjust life? what is tohru-like abt him so far that gets arisa to scream her heart out? I’m sure we’ll see more of his tohru-like qualities. but so far, it comes across too forced for me.
-Machi SEES the real yuki:
It seems that the confirmation that any female is heading to yuki’s heart is to be bullied by yuki’s fans. lol. Machi not seeing yuki as a prince is her unique thing. Everybody including tohru see him as a prince & put him in a pedestal. In the play yuki descended from the sky, emerged from underground, said deep lines & glowed. Yet, machi saw thro the acting. I was cheering for yuki to step in & put these toxic girls at their place. Machi can be saved by kakeru’s indirect plan, sure, but this toxic behavior has been going since ep1. tohru was saved from them by hana & arisa. Bullying is always used as a plot device in furuba & unfortunately a comedic gag (there’s an entire ep dedicated for the fanclub). Sure furuba isn’t going to fix every issue or even provide solutions. It can’t. it shouldn’t. bullying is one hell of hard issue to solve. furuba wants to use bullying for plot. no problem. but also decides to comment on it quickly? yuki & kakeru’s argument abt the proper reaction towards bullying with each one of them taking an opposite opinion while machi herself is being bullied behind them felt too philosophical & untimely. Only for all this to end with a gag. Yuki is stuck paying the consequence cuz they’re his fans?.. ok. I’d love if the entire scene didn’t involve this argument. For example, yuki finding the girls, him listening to machi’s opinion abt him, him about to step in & defend her, then kakeru makes a prank abt photo-session with yuki, unknowingly saving the situation. Cuz the whole point of the scene is for yuki to know machi is different & sees the real him! Not that I hate how things played out, it is just furuba’s treatment of the issue of bullying is always weird to me. Similar to its treatment of violence, sometimes it’s serious, sometimes it’s comedy.
-Tohru’s best visual presentation ( show-NOT-tell): YES!
I’ve complained plenty abt furuba not treating tohru with enough visual presentation when it comes to hints for her issues or thoughts. but NOT today! This ep is tohru’s heaven! Tohru was torn apart between too many things & she didn’t inner monologue abt anything, YET, the visual imagery was enough to talk in her behalf!!! They showed tohru’s reaction to arisa, they showed tohru noticing haru/rin connection, they showed tohru react to Hana’s words without showing any of her inner thoughts & it works 100%. I’m so satisfied with this kind of treatment. You can show tons of silent emotions & trust the audience to make the correct conclusions without making your character spoon feed the audience on what they’re feeling. Hana’s “ do you plan to keep on deceiving yourself, locked in the castle, until you die?” is too close for comfort! it triggered kyo to react & say exactly his reasoning behind his decision without bringing the real world “ So what if I do? Does it hurt anyone else?” Kyo is sick of believing that he’s causing harm to his loved ones (mother, father, kazuma, kyoko, tohru). He agrees to be locked till death cuz this way no one will be harmed. ONLY him. he thinks he DESERVE it for existing & causing harm to these same ppl. His response prompts tohru to forget herself & react. What did tohru say? ( you are loved? you need to live? don’t hurt yourself? ) NO. It is NOT abt kyo. it IS abt HER!!! It is the (true form ) scene again but this time symbolically with 10 times harsher consequences!!! kyo’s true form’s final scene is NOT abt kyo deciding to stay, it IS abt tohru saying what she wants. That day tohru talked abt HERSELF. “ I want to listen to your complaints cuz u listened to me”. “ I want us to stay together” By demanding things & acknowledging herself, she got kyo to come back. This time, too, she react cuz SHE wants kyo to stay. “ I wouldn’t..” It is ME. I’ll be hurt if you’re locked. it is abt ME. I need you. I want you. I’m too scared to loose you. You’ve been my true support for long time now. Don’t Leave me, too!!!. Tohru stops herself cuz tohru doesn’t allow herself to want things or even acknowledge that she is worthy of things!! Just focus on her dialogue with others “ if I’m not troubling you, it is forward of me, please allow me” she’s talking to her friends! tohru has the lowest self esteem in furuba!
-Kyo, being an expert on reading tohru, knew the rest of the line. Kyo notices she’s in love with him. but again sinners don;t deserve love! You can’t love monsters? you’ll end up hurt!! hello!! tohru bled in the true form ep. he can’t hurt her again!!! NO way!! Enough causing her pain & tears. “ I wont take anything away from you again” he said in ep, 9. So, kyo forces himself to NOT see the truth. Forces his eyes to close tight. He’s an expert on that. Last ep, his eyes were forced to open to the reality that he doesn’t really hate yuki, but hates himself. Now, you want him to un-hate himself a little & acknowledge tohru’s love? if he did, where will it lead to? they’ll both confess & live together without him telling her abt kyoko?? that’s deceit! Him telling her abt kyko? she won’t forgive him, she’ll hate him! it is better to leave with happy memories than leave after causing tohru harm. Heck! tohru forgiving him or not IS not the issue, at all. the issue is HIM. he can’t forgive himself. he’s unforgivable!
-The most tragic Foreshadowing: (Symbolism DONE Right!)
They meet after the semi-confession, things are not the same anymore! they try to awkwardly get back to normal. Kyo says “ it couldn’t be, (I won’t let my self think it)” we know why. tohru says “ I wont (let my self think it)” WHY?!!! what is the show hiding for tohru? we know kyo’s issue. it is the BEST untold issue!! but tohru? What is stopping her more than her denying herself? it gotta be convincing & deep. otherwise, the writer would ruin the best complicated emotional dilemma that she is building her climax on! I know I’ll like what’s in store for tohru. No way such writer will miss on this. This will be EPIC. The tear between them is one of furuba’s greatest visual symbolism. One image only causing enough heartache to balance & take away the laughter from the entire ep!! One image leaving you with a punch in the gut. leaving you frustrated as to “Nooooooo~ stop! get back together”. I’m not usually into romance as I’m not a romantic person, but furuba has weaved this tale of emotionally abused children with traumatic experiences & tied them together with faint romantic direction & one of the best slow burns in anime! steadily building up their romantic connection without making it forced or in your face or apparent. I still can’t pinpoint when it first happened! Well-done writer & anime team. 10/10 scene!
Side Notes:
Narrator-san is the BEST! He kept everybody in check! & did it in style!
I’d like to thank the director for bringing their A+ animators to this ep! Kyo mostly looks hot & handsome but not HD, but there’s this kyo animator that kills the kyo animation!! kyo’d have three long strands of hair on his nose & his eyes would have more light animation than the mono-light. You can TELL the eps they bring this animator on! (such as Se01,Ep5, kagura ep, etc. ) & tohru!!!! my girl was done right!!!! no weird animation, no extra small baby hands, no shoulders that start around chest area, no bangs that are drawn like they suddenly ran out of brown ink mid coloring! lol. yuki is pretty & HD in every ep & so is hana!!
Hana is the prettiest furuba character hands down!
Let’s be honest, yuki could’ve said 1+1=2 & the school would’ve celebrated his wisdom! XD. I kinda wish he’d deliberately say sth stupid jst for the heck of it. part of breaking the perfect yuki image. XD.
The opening gag of the men ogling kisa is the most unnecessary scene in furuba, eww~ Not funny!
why is every character MUST be part of romantic couple in furuba? Even children? & they have their own mini love complications with jealousy & misunderstanding, pinning & all. lol
Kazuma. that’s it. that’s the note.
Hana was mocking fiction tropes (animosity in families, traditions pressuring youth, helpless heroine, love at first sight! XD, romance for romance, happily ever after romance, main male protagonist loving main female protg, magical beings saving the day). Best play ever!
why does it feel like kyo just came from war? XD. He was in last ep. perhaps cuz he was absent for most of the season after kagura’s ep, with cameos here & there, few lines & not much focus. But they made up for it & brought his face expressions game up! from annoyed, cat ears, love struck, teased, blushing, a white cartoon-ish cat with an orange cat inside his mouth, shirtless hot, childish jealousy for his papa, his fangs, his cat reflexes. Name it & you bet there’s a kyo face for it. XD.
Speaking of funny faces, prince yuki got one today! all thanks to machi. that’s what I call women power! XD.
What is this weird skin-colored thingi? school mascot?
I love that hiro is questioning the play. XD
momiji is back, I feel that it’s been long as I last saw him!
haru is hot. Haru is kind.
I love the small awkward tension between kyo/tohru as they met after the play, tohru’s faint sweat drops as she does her closed eyes smile & kyo’s sweat drop as he takes the food from her & talks abt shisho.
Shisho & kyo mini manga. is it published yet?
kyo & hana’s interactions are life!!!! XD.
Ayame deserves praise! costumes on point!!
Hana wins the one liners game. sorry haru, XD.
You know it is serious when kyo monologues! I used to think, it happens ONCE a season (ture form SE01,Ep24, akito confrontation, SE02,Ep,9)!! but he got one or two inner monologues lines today, if you count him repeating tohru’s line! Sh*t is going down! Will I hear more before the season ends???!! or will the honor goes to tohru?!! I can’t even imagine what’ll happen next!!!!
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