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Things to Come (1936) William Cameron Menzies
September 18th 2024
#things to come#1936#william cameron menzies#raymond massey#ralph richardson#margaretta scott#edward chapman#derrick de marney#ann todd#maurice braddell#h.g. wells' things to come#the hundred years to come#the shape of things to come#whither mankind
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Swedish poster for Things to Come, 1936, with Art Deco design by Moje Aslund.
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TV screens of the year 2036, from Things to Come (1936)
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On May 6, 1938, Things to Come debuted in Italy.
#things to come#h.g. wells#retro futurism#retro futuristic#science fiction#sci fi#sci fi and fantasy#sci fi art#dystopian science fiction#dystopian sci fi#dystopian film#post apocalyptic film#1930s#1930s sci fi#movie art#art#drawing#movie history#pop art#modern art#pop surrealism#cult movies#portrait#cult film
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The Shape of Things to Come (1979)
My rating: 4/10
A bunch of silly nonsense happens, involving cardboard sets and cardboard characters. Possibly the most notable thing in this is that it has a saucer separation (several, in fact, each excruciatingly long of course) almost a whole decade before TNG.
#The Shape of Things to Come#George McCowan#H.G. Wells#Martin Lager#Jack Palance#Carol Lynley#Barry Morse#Youtube
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H.G. Wells, Pearl Argyle, and Raymond Massey on the set of Things to Come
Things to Come (William Cameron Menzies, 1936)
Cast: Raymond Massey, Edward Chapman, Ralph Richardson, Margaretta Scott, Cedric Hardwick, Maurice Braddell, Sophie Stewart, Derrrick De Marney, Ann Todd, Pearl Argyle. Screenplay: H.G. Wells, based on his novel. Cinematography: Georges Périnal. Production design: Vincent Korda. Costume design: John Armstrong, René Hubert, Cathleen Mann. Film editing: Charles Crichton, Francis D. Lyon. Music: Arthur Bliss.
Works of fiction that pretend to depict things as they will be in a specific place and year tend to look a little foolish when that year actually comes. The years 1984 and 2001 didn't turn out to be precisely as George Orwell and Arthur C. Clarke envisioned them. But neither Orwell nor Clarke expected them to: Both were extrapolating from what they saw about the times in which they were writing. Orwell was viewing with alarm the struggle for power in 1949, and Clarke was elaborating on thoughts he had about the relationship of man, technology, and nature -- for good or ill -- in a series of stories beginning with "The Sentinel" in 1948. It's significant that both of these writers were working from a post-World War II point of view. But Things to Come starts from a very different place: England just before the second World War. H.G. Wells's 1933 The Shape of Things to Come was a meditation on a utopia founded on science, replacing religions, and a world government, replacing nationalism. The adaptation of these ideas in Wells's screenplay involves a world on the brink of war at Christmas, 1936 -- less than three years before the world actually went to war. Wells didn't have to wait long to see the ideas in the film superseded by reality. In the film the conflict lasts 40 years, and is devastating to the old order of things. There arises a kind of technotopia, which then has to battle with (and triumph over) reactionary, anti-science forces. We no longer have the kind of undimmed faith in technology to solve all problems that Wells possessed -- in fact, if the atomic outcome of World War II is any indicator, technology presents as many problems as it solves for humankind. Things to Come is muddled but fascinating: It raises the right questions while providing unsatisfactory answers. The best things in the film are the ones closest to home. For example, Ralph Richardson's performance as the dictator known as "The Boss" -- a slangy translation of Il Duce. Richardson's eccentric manner is the key to the role, and he plays it to the hilt. Unfortunately, Menzies, a gifted designer, wasn't much of a director, and he surrounds Richardson with inferior performers: Margaretta Scott, who had a long career once she grew accustomed to film acting, here recites her lines as if reading them for the first time and assumes poses copied from silent film vamps. For contemporary viewers, the most interesting things about the film are the set designs by Vincent Korda and the fantasias about what people will be wearing in 2036 -- which in Wells's scheme of things is the year of the first voyage around the moon. The costumes are credited to John Armstrong, René Hubert, and the Marchioness of Queensberry. (Her given name was Cathleen Mann; a portrait painter and costumer, she was married to the 11th Marquess of Queensberry from 1926 to 1946.)
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I'm getting quite impatient waiting for the next episode, so I'm just going to list all the possible s5 endings that I can think of along with the popular ones that I've come across
▪︎ The good ending AKA the delusional ending
Verlaine, Natsume, Yosano, H.G. Wells or someone- ANYONE shows up to save the day and then everything gets resolved and returns to normal. And so everyone lives happily ever after
▪︎ The sad but hopeful ending
Aya's ability is revealed, Bram's backstory followed by his death, which results in the vampirism being nullified. The DoA loses. Fukuchi dies/gets caught. Dazai has a plan. He and Chuuya take down Fyodor together in true Soukoku fashion. Fyodor dies/gets caught.
▪︎ The fake out ending
Dazai dies, Fukuzawa dies, basically anyone who is on the verge of death of death, dies BUT someone finds the book or the page (someone from ADA? Atsushi?) and brings them all back.
▪︎ The bad (sad) ending
Fukuzawa dies and everything falls apart. Atsushi loses control of his ability. It's the end of ADA (Goodbye Twilight theory- The ADA oversees the twilight so it's a goodbye to the agency)
▪︎ The doomed bungover ending
The whole world ends, and everyone just freaking dies. *55 minutes flashback intensifies*
▪︎ The Ranpo ending
Ranpo has a plan beyond the whole "trapping Fukuchi in Poe's novel" thing (in Ranpo we trust)
▪︎ The best ending
It's a rightfully deserved beach episode! (The past 2 seasons were not real. All the characters are alive and well, being silly as usual)
If Asagiri is involved in the making of the next episode (which he most likely is), then knowing him, he's probably gonna defy our expectations and write the most unpredictable ending for this season
#I have wayyy too much time on my hands right now and this is the result of that#these are all very real possibilities because Asagiri told me so#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bungo stray dogs#bsd dazai#dazai#osamu dazai#bsd manga#bsd spoilers#skk#soukoku#bsd shitpost#bsd theories#bsd fukuzawa#ranpo edogawa#bsd ranpo#bsd ramblings#bsd s5#bungou stray dogs season 5#bsd theory
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HERMES
���I sing of Cyllenian Hermes, the Slayer of Argus, lord of Cyllene and Arcadia rich in flocks, luck-bringing messenger of the deathless gods. He was born of Maia, the daughter of Atlas, when she had made with Zeus, -- a shy goddess she…. And so hail to you, Son of Zeus and Maia; with you I have begun: now I will turn to another song! Hail, Hermes, giver of grace, guide, and giver of good things! (-Homeric Hymn, translated by H.G. Evelyn white)
HERMES (HUR-meez), is the trickster herald and messenger of the gods, as well as god of diplomacy, commerce, travelers, and trade. He is one of the few deities with the power to move between the earthly and underworld realms. Initially he was portrayed as middle aged with dark beard and long locks, but later he was portrayed as a beardless youth. He created the first musical instruments, the lyre and flute, and, interestingly, was the father of goat legged Pan.
Hermes is a psychopomp; (a leader of spirits into the Underworld.) He also appears as an ally to mortals in a number in myths:. Hermes assists Perseus by providing an adamantine sickle sword to behead Medusa, and in the Odyssey, Hermes assists Odysseus by providing a magic herb to protect the hero against the witchcraft of Circe.
Hermes mother is Maia, one of the PleiadesPleaides, who eventually became constellations. With this ancestry, Hermes has associations with both Astronomy (sky constellations) and astrology (zodiac signs surrounding his herald’s wand). He was also the god of sleep, and could put mortals to sleep or wake them up with his wand. Being the god of travelers and herds, at the bottom we can see stone markers called Herma, and a herd of sheep.
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Later...
Claudia: Why do you look like that, man?
Pete: I can't get this bronzer to come off.
Claudia: Did you get the temporary stuff?
Pete: Tem... porary?
Claudia: Dude.
Pete: Huh, well that explains that.
Claudia: Why do you even have it on to begin with? And so much?
Steve enters the kitchen, stops and stares at Pete.
Steve: Who won an Oscar?
Claudia laughs, pointing at Pete.
Pete: Ha ha very funny.
Claudia: It was.
Pete: Hey, leave the jokes to a professional, okay? Of which, I am.
Steve: Not at all shockingly, you truly believe that.
Pete: It's the first day of October. I'm just trying out a few costumes before the 31st, to see if I can get H.G. back into the spirit of Halloween.
Steve: I wish you were lying.
Claudia: Do we want H.G. back in the spirit of Halloween? I recall the last Halloween that she was into being a bit too spirity.
Pete: Of course, we do--
Steve: Not. We absolutely do not. Do you not remember what happened?
Pete: Yeah, we all went on an amazingly awesome adventure in the Warehouse, together, as a family. We fought off animated Halloween decorations that stalked us in the dark. Myka used the zip-line upside-down like a bad ass to save her wife from encroaching darkness. And then we blew up every light in the warehouse to level an army of murderous, soul-snatching plastic skeletons--
Steve: That took us days to clean up...
Claudia: I'm still changing lightbulbs...
Pete: --and I'm not so sure all of those skeletons were plastic.
Claudia: It was kind of fun blowing up the Warehouse. You know, in a not-destructive kind of way.
Steve: No, no. It was destructive. It was a very destructive kind of way.
Claudia: Right. Sure. But we didn't have to artifact it back.
Pete: What's another warehouse explosion amongst friends, huh?
Claudia: I mean, I do still have some light bombs stashed away in my room. Don't tell Artie.
Pete: That's the spirit!
Steve: I just want to drink hot tea, read a book, and watch the weather change from the comfort of my own bed, in my own room. Is that so much to ask?
Steve does not wait for an answer. He turns and leaves the kitchen.
Abigail enters in his place, she stops and stares at Pete.
Then bursts into laughter.
Abigail: I really thought Myka was pulling my leg when she said you'd lathered yourself up in bronzer, just to play a prank on Helena.
Pete: It wasn't a prank. It was encouragement. She loves Halloween!
Abigail: She loved Halloween. I think the soul-snatching skeletal remains of a Spirit Halloween clearance sale sucked that love right out of her.
Pete: Well. She liked my costume.
Abigail: That's not what I heard.
Pete: Then you've heard nothing but dirty, rotten lies.
Abigail: Did she seem amused when you revealed your costume?
Pete: She didn't seem entirely unamused.
Abigail arches a skeptical brow at Pete.
Claudia: What was the prank?
Pete: Not a prank.
Claudia: What was the not-a-prank?
Abigail: Apparently, when Helena questioned him about (Abigail gestures toward Pete with her hand) this, he said, very enthusiastically, that he'd been bronzed.
Claudia: Peter Jenkins Lattimer.
Pete: That is not my middle name.
Claudia: The woman has trauma!
Pete: It was inspiration!
Claudia: Fueled by nightmares!
Abigail: I don't think the woman who spent a century encased in bronze needs to be inspired. Like, at all.
Pete: That was a century ago.
Claudia: No, it started a century ago. She's barely been free for one decade.
Abigail: You do know she remained conscious the entire time.
Pete: I know she remained conscious the entire time.
Claudia: And was so fucked up when she got out, all she wanted to do was destroy the world and everyone in it.
Pete: I mean, I was there. So yeah. I do recall her attempting to, at one point in time, destroy the world and everyone in it. Thankfully Myka's hotness saved our asses.
Claudia gasps.
Pete: What?
Claudia: You did bronzeface!
Pete: What? No. That's not a thing.
Claudia: You're doing it right now!
Pete looks to Abigail.
Abigail: Don't look at me. I was born this way.
Claudia: I can't believe you did bronzeface at H.G.
Pete: Stop saying it like it's a thing.
Claudia: People from the bronze sector do not deserve to be mocked in your incessant quest for validation and frights.
Pete: They are literally criminals.
Abigail: Wow, Pete. I really thought better of you.
Pete: You know what, I'm just going to go take a very long and very hot shower until either the bronzer or my skin comes off. Whichever happens first.
Pete exits.
Claudia, laughing and calling after Pete: Hey, maybe try painting yourself blue tomorrow instead. Pretty sure none of us has ever been Smurfed.
Claudia and Abigail fall into a fit of laughter.
Somewhere between the kitchen and the upstairs bathroom, Pete retrieves his phone from his pocket and says, "Hey Siri?"
She appears.
And Pete whispers into his phone, "What is bronzeface?"
#bering and wells#and go away pete#halloween 13#skelena hells#hey i am trying to revive my drawing life okay#as always no promises#also i'm pretty sure the skelena incident was more than two years ago but i don't know exactly how many years ago it was so for now twas tw#will i do this everyday? not likely.#because kids and work and court reporting school and dispatch supervisor school and upcoming birthdays and parties#but i will try and it's more than i was doing before so#bronzeface
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A rough landing in British illustrator Reg Hill's pre-production art for The Shape of Things to Come, 1979.
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did you guys know i'm a writer? yeah i had no idea either.
anyway, AMAPOLAS IN THE DESERT is a new short story (3.4k words) that just went up for free on patreon if anyone's feeling zesty and wants to read about a displaced latino roaming the american southwest, coming across a questionable watering hole, getting flirted with by trickster gods, and getting torn asunder by a trans woman who may or may not be a primordial deity.
but also, for like a whole $1, you can get access to a T4T sci-fi romance short (8k words) inspired by H.G. Wells' The Time Machine.
but also also, i've got a couple of nonfiction essays dropping next year where i set out to piss people off by arguing that their favorite pieces of media are grossly mis-categorized (in a fun and non-judgy way; and who knows, it might make it onto podcast or even video format if i can afford to outsource editing). among other things.
#yes i am extremely worried about my finances now that i have a ton of medical stuff to deal with#but i hate asking for donos and shit. i also hate locking stuff behind paywalls. i'm just BAD at this.#so like. yeah here's how you can keep my ass from going insane. 'but mitch it's free' LISTEN I KNOW. leave me alone.#text tag#if y'all let this flop i am spiritually shoving you into an animatronic suit and triggering the springlocks (with love)
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Please imagine a pithy title about fresh starts here.
(crossposted from Patreon)
Coming into 2024, I had big plans for how I was going to get back on track and get back to posting once a week and yeah, obviously, that hasn’t happened.
But what I have been doing is looking at my Patreon and at my own projects and figuring out some things I need to do differently. Last April, I changed my nom de plume because I wanted a fresh start. Now it’s time to give this entire Patreon project a refresh.
Here’s what’s happened so far:
Deleted my old A.F. Linley website and gave up the domain; the cost for hosting has risen by $200/year and I wasn’t using it as much as I thought I would back in 2018. Also I kept getting spam emails through the contact page.
Took down my Smashwords account; the single title I had managed to self-publish, a short story collection called Creeps, Ghouls and Jewels, had some serious formatting issues that it was not going to be worth the time/money to correct. Plus, I’m not happy with the changes that have come since Smashwords merged with Draft2Digital. (I’m considering moving to Payhip for future self-pubbed titles but that’s a discussion for a different post.)
I’m starting the process of taking down my Redbubble shop and....Okay, actually, I might have done that already? I just went to grab a link to the site in case anyone wanted to order a Moonicorns t-shirt before I deactivated but uh, it looks like it might’ve deactivated itself? Anyway, merch isn’t the right direction for me at this time, but I’ve still got all the actual designs and I really do like the “Finishing Things is Hard” logo, so I’m definitely going to hang onto that and slap that onto some stuff at a different print-on-demand site in the future.
Here’s what’s happening next:
New posting schedule: Starting in April, patrons will receive one short non-fiction post every week (500-1k words) and a piece of fiction every month (2-2.5k words). Oddments posts will continue to be free to read, but these take a decent amount of research and will be sporadic, basically happening around patron-only posts.
Revised patron tier perks: Getting rid of physical rewards and adding more digital ones. More details to come.
Current and long-time patrons: Thank you for sticking around while I get my shit together. I say that frequently. I mean it every single time.
Potential new patrons: Hello. I have just met you, and I love you. My name is Ethan, I live in a 200-year-old house and I’m writing a novel called The Lion’s Paw. It’s set in 1925 and is about an immortal queer disaster woman and what happens when 400+ years of terrible decisions catches up with her.
(I will neither confirm nor deny that she was inspired by H.G. Wells from Warehouse 13.) (Yes I will confirm it, she totally was.)
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On August 29, 1936, Things to Come debuted in Uruguay.
#things to come#h.g. wells#retrofuturism#science fiction#post apocalyptic film#retro scifi#retro science fiction#1930s#classic film#fan art#movies#movie art#sci fi art#sci fi#art#drawing#movie history#pop art#modern art#pop surrealism#cult movies#portrait#cult film
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The Mind Readers
“Wait, so you can hear each other’s thoughts?” said Pete, looking over Artie’s shoulder on the Farnsworth screen.
“No!” said Myka.
“Yes,” said Helena. “Several voices, in Myka’s case. All rather critical of her, which I find sad. Is one of them your childhood piano teacher?”
“Helena...”
“Actually, it’s a very interesting experience, if rather an overwhelming one,” went on Helena, “I need merely mention, say, John Keats and I can ‘see’ (in my mind’s eye, you understand) a book of his poetry. It has a red binding and... ah, Myka is searching for quotes for an essay. I can actually read the poems! Your ability to recall detail is truly remarkable, Myka. She’s in university...”
“Helena!” hissed Myka furiously.
“... Oh, there’s a plan of the university in my head now. I could now find my way around the place without error—”
“HELENA, STOP!” said Myka, and Helena, jolting slightly at her voice, stopped.
“Yes, thank you Agent Wells,” said Artie, “If we can get on with—”
“College days, amiright?" interrupted Pete. “Away from home, staying up all night, making out with as many... Aw, but Mykes wouldn’t have had a boy-crazy phase, not around all those books—”
Myka reddened, and Helena said “Who’s Madeline Ferrero?”
“Nobody!” said Myka too quickly
“Oh, she’s lovely!” said Helena. “That skin—! And lovely brown eyes.”
Pete almost pushed Artie off the Farnsworth’s screen. “Wait, what!? College Myka was makin' it with girls!? Mykes! Although now I think about I guess it makes a lot of—”
“PETE!” said Myka.
“No, I don’t think so.” said Helena, disappointed. “I think Myka just sat behind her in... a law lecture, perhaps? Yes. And looked at her. Quite often. Did you ever actually speak to her?” she asked. Myka’s head was now in her hands. “She didn’t,” reported Helena. “Oh, but she knew Madeline’s schedule though! When she had lunch, when—”
“Yes, well as interesting as this all is IF WE CAN GET BACK TO OUR ACTUAL JOBS NOW” said Artie, pointedly turning his Farnsworth away from Pete.
Myka dropped her hands and sat up. "Thank you."
“Wait,” said Helena, holding up a hand, “Did your father really say those horrible things about your admiration of Madeline? Or is that... Oh, it’s your father in your head.”
“Her what where now?” said Pete’s voice.
“She has her father constantly commenting on her in her head. What an unpleasant man. Myka, you know none of that is true, don’t you?”
Myka gritted her teeth. “Please, everyone, can we leave my mind alone and get back to the artifact?”
“Who’s James Thurber?” asked Helena. “Oh, I see. Word association. And, of course,” she added hastily as she took in her partner’s expression, “Myka is quite correct: we ought to concentrate on fixing this. As fascinating an experience as it is.”
“Yes, children, the potentially very dangerous device,” said Artie. “The one that will probably kill you if we don’t identify it. That one. Myka, you said you were each in contact with the coils—”
“Wait, wait, so Mykes, can you hear H.G?” asked Pete, popping up on the screen behind Artie again. “What’s her mind like? Hot? Is it hot?”
“No! I mean, no, I can’t hear H.G,” said Myka. “Or... I can’t hear her voice in my mind or see what she’s thinking about... I’m not sure she thinks in images... but her mind’s a.. a kaleidoscope of ideas, all coming and going and changing really fast. Each idea she has seems to branch into five more, or turn into mist before I can grasp it, and it’s, it's like I’m having the ideas and, um, it’s a lot actually.” She rubbed her temples. “Can you just stop thinking for a moment!” she pleaded, "Or just stick to one thing..." Suddenly intent, Myka pointed a finger at Helena. “Okay, don’t think about an elephant!”
Helena looked startled. “Alright.”
There was a pause then Myka gaped. “How are you doing that!?”
“Doing what?”
“Not thinking about an elephant!”
Helena gasped at the injustice. “You told me not to think of an elephant!”
“Yes! Because you’re supposed to... Alright then, do think of an elephant!”
They stared at each other. “But that's not an elephant, that’s just a list of facts about elephants!” said Myka in despair.
“We can’t all conjure up every memory like we're there again,” said Helena. “Oh, Myka went on an elephant ride when she was nine! Where were you? Ah, at the Denver zoo. And look at... is that Tracy? What a darling dress— Oh, do hush up Artie.”
Artie managed to look even more exasperated. “I haven’t managed to get a word into this innane—”
“Not you, Artie-in-Myka’s-head. He’s getting impatient and making Myka anxious.”
Artie brought his face very close to the screen. “Well good for Artie-in-Myka’s-head. He sounds like my sort of guy. I should give him a job”
“Yes, wouldn't that be lovely,” said Helena, “But let us consider this machine.”
Myka had begun cradling her head. “You've started doing it again. Examining the problem. How can you live with all this... chaos? I can't keep up.” she muttered.
Helena patted her shoulder. “Poor Myka. I promise we’ll work this out. I suppose my mind is rather magnificent, it must be quite overwhelming for you.”
Myka bristled, opening her mouth to retort, then stilled. “Oh! She has a theory. (Well, three theories so far, but this is her best guess because of the late-Nineteenth Century design of the machine)... ”
“Artie, have you heard of Andrew Webber?” asked Helena.
“Webber!” Artie became more animated. “Yes, that makes sense! He was a disciple of Carl Von Reichenbach, who first proposed the theory of the odic force—”
“A mystical energy that animates all living things?” said Myka frowning at Helena, “Really?”
“No! I don’t know! It wasn’t my theory!” protested Helena.
“Animates living things, and causes phenomena such as hypnotism and thought transference!” went on Artie, ignoring them. “Webber built several machines in an attempt to channel and store the odic force. This may very well be one of them.”
“I have some... I mean Helena has... six... seven different ideas as to how we could reverse the effect. Eight ideas HELENA THAT ONE WILL ABSOLUTELY GET YOU KILLED.”
“Please stop that,” said Helena wearily.
“Good," said Artie, "See what you can do. I’ll start looking into—”
Myka gasped and pointed a finger at Helena. “She wants to take the machine apart once we get it back to the Warehouse! She was going to offer to do the paperwork and then work on the machine overnight!”
Helena rolled her eyes. “Well, I was assuming we would want to know—”
“That’s a lie! She was about to lie!”
Helena narrowed her eyes and glared at Myka.
“It’s gone all quiet in there now,” reported Myka.
“Hey H.G, don’t think about making out with Mykes!” called Pete from somewhere beyond Artie's shoulder.
"Very well then, I shan't," said Helena smugly.
Even with the sepia tones of the Farnsworth screen Myka’s sudden flush was obvious, and Helena brightened up. “Oho!” she said, “Well! I shan't! Yes, what a wonderfully vivid imagination—!”
“Right, goodbye.” said Artie and the Farnsworth went blank.
Silly stuff based on the B&W discord conversation tonight, about how people think differently from each other without realising it.
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I Feel You Linger in the Air Ep 11 Stray Thoughts
Last time, Jom, his friends, and their allies teamed up to expose Dech and Robert and their cruelest abuses. We then spent most of the episode wrapping up a lot of plot threads. Most everyone has either moved on or is okay for now. Maey is back with Euangphueng, Ming is fine, the mom is rebelling in her own way, etc. Yai is going to France and expects Jom to stay here and wait for him, which made me immediately dissociate. Also, Jom's starting to disappear in images and mirrors and we don't know why.
I like that Yai is skeptical, but can comprehend some of what Jom is saying about himself. Yai may not be good at practical things, but he's a thinker.
Nonkul is really good, and you can feel the complex emotions coming off of Jom as he can finally talk about what he's been experiencing openly.
Okay, Bright has cake.
This is the same team that had a woman give birth, with her jeans on, in the back of a truck earlier this year. I hope they handle this pregnancy plot better.
Why does the subber keep adding Khun to Euangphueng's name when Maey doesn't say it, but doesn't add it to Yai's name when Jom usually says it?
Okay, I really like them articulating the long-term pain and suffering Euangphueng is dreading.
That Fong Kaew scene with Khamsaen was so good. She's worrying about EP and he's convinced himself that Robert didn't touch her, but we know the implications of him making her bleed when he does himself on her.
Bright and Nonkul are so good together. There was no dialogue in this soft montage of Jom redoing the drawings, but you could feel the wistfulness that Jom might disappear at any moment. It's not easy for some pairs to do the 'being together' part really well, but these two are hitting that beautifully. Now that the stresses have been removed, they are clearly in love and a team.
I really love the relationship that has formed between Fong Kaew and Euangphueng. EP is making a very difficult decision and I like the way Fong Kaew's supporting her. It's also interesting to see Maey worry about the karma of getting an abortion as a reason to raise the child.
Yai is reading The Time Machine by H.G. Wells!!!
Not that the monk is wrong about them having no control over this phenomenon, but they could also maybe keep track of the rate at which Jom's reflection is vanishing and see if they could predict the number of days.
There is a melancholy hanging over this that works so well, because Jom basically has a terminal condition that will strike at any moment and permanently end this relationship.
Poor Ming. He's losing all of his friends.
Wow, this farewell party reminds me of the stories shared with me about someone getting an AIDS diagnosis before we had anything resembling effective treatment. Throwing a party before their health plummets to say goodbye.
And now they're dancing as everyone reminisces. I'm just gonna cry thanks.
Jom isn't going to be in this photo and we're all gonna be sad.
Okay, the letter broke me. How many queer lives have been lost to time because we couldn't preserve their stories. I am so invested in this letter now.
If Jom vanishes after he reads this letter I will be crushed.
They ended the episode on the almost faded photo!!!!!
I feel so heavy after that episode. Nonkul and Bright really did the damn thing this week. You can feel the ache the entire time. That party was one of the most beautiful things I've experienced in genre in a while. This show is really special.
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