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narutomaki · 4 years ago

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I was tagged by @shikakunaras to do this tag game, thank u Julesey🥺🥺🥺

What do you prefer to be called name-wise? Mav , Vinny , Maverick

When is your birthday? June 2 1997

Where do you live? Canada in Southwestern Ontario

Three things you are doing right now: At this very second; doing this, preparing for bed, coping with pain. Overall; working out plans in my head for the next month irt budget and meal planning, cleaning up the house and preparing my mothers gifts, and coping with pain.

Four fandoms that have piqued your interest? RGG/Yakuza, Naruto, LOZ BoTW, and The Way of the Househusband

How has the pandemic been treating you? There have been some scares but overall. Eh. It just made my fears rational in some areas, negated them in others, and I've been coping with the isolation aspect of it decently because I have / had a job as well as a roommate and do all the household shopping. So I'm never really bored or alone.

A song you can’t stop listening to right now? The Ballad of Love and Hate by The Avett Brothers , Hello My Old Heart by The Oh Hellos , and Flesh and Bone and Small Hand both by Keaton Henson. I listen to them all in a row and then repeat em.

How old are you? 23

School, university, occupation, other? Highschool dropout working on my HS diploma, crossing guard, aspiring Househusband.

Do you prefer heat or cold? No. I don't prefer either. I want to be at a solid 20°c (which is a good temp for me these days where I could wear whatever and be fine) at all times. I hate both extremes now. If I was forced to choose I would saw cold bcus its more expensive and I pay for electric heating and have to buy weather appropriate gear for my job (NOT CHEAP)

Name one fact others may not know about you: I'm much quieter in real life unless I'm talking about a SI, which involves a lot of yelling and pacing and stamping/clapping. It's embarrassing.

Are you shy? Yes 😔

Pronouns? He/Him , They/Them , It/Its

Biggest pet peeves? Hah. Haha. Haha ha ha. Hmmm... Uh I don't have a lot of em in general that aren't brought on by mental health problems so I don't consider them pet peeves??? Idk

What is your favorite “dere” type? whichever the male slut dere is./hj (i don't know these things...)

Rate your life from 1-10, one being crappy and 10 being the best it could be: my entire life? 2. my current situation? 6.5

What’s your main blog? This one :^)

List your side blogs and what they’re used for: mlmtoadsage - gay yearning reblogs, mostly defunct , nardoau - for my naruto au(s) also mostly defunct , and i have a password locked vent blog

Is there something people need to know about you before becoming friends? I communicate poorly / can't keep conversation going most of the time unless my hand is being held. It comes from both autism and the fact I suffered month long bouts of isolation for 3/4 years. (Saw no one, talked to no one, went out for groceries once a month.) So there's definitely some left over ... *gestures* issues I'm still working on wrt relearning social rules and skills that I knew before along with learning the new ones expected of me as a 23 y/o and adult.

I tag - uhhhh idk. Im sowey

#mvp.txt #me #ask meme #tag meme #ask 2 tag #mental health

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thegloober · 6 years ago

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30 Minutes on: “The Hate U Give”

by Matt Zoller Seitz

October 20, 2018 |

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I saw “The Hate U Give” after a couple of weeks spent revisiting classic silent films made nearly 100 years ago. George Tillman, Jr.’s film, which is based on Angie Thomas’ bestselling young adult novel, reminded me of them, a bit.The movie is at its best while channeling work from cinema’s earliest era, when films were still disparaged as lowest common denominator entertainment because they put beautiful images in service of simple, powerful stories stocked with simple, powerful characterizations, and always took the direct route in trying to connect with viewers.

It tells the story of Starr Carter (Amandla Sternberg), an African-American private school student who narrowly escapes a shooting incident at a party, gets a ride home from a charismatic young drug dealer named Khalil (Algee Smith) that she’s known since childhood, and becomes the sole witness to his murder at the hands of a jumpy white police officer who pulled them over in traffic stop that has all the hallmarks of routine harassment. The traumatized Starr has to decide whether to testify in front of a grand jury. Informing would put her and her family in the crosshairs of a drug dealer named King (Anthony Mackie), who bought her father, an ex-con and former gang member named Maverick (Russell Hornsby), a convenience store as reward for doing three years in prison for King’s crimes.

The movie’s even more tangled, plot-wise, than this synopsis suggests. It’s trying to cover major sociopolitical and historical ground while also succeeding as a three-hanky tragedy, an inspirational coming-of-age story, and a portrait of a community with its own distinct traditions and values, some noble, others self-defeating—all while appealing simultaneously to young fans of Thomas’ bestseller and newbies who have no idea what they’re about to see, not to mention enough of a demographic cross-section to make the film a mainstream hit. Starr has a half-brother named Seven (Lamar Johnson), born to a woman that Mav impregnated when he and Starr’s mother Lisa (Regina Hall) were separated; this would be irksome enough if Seven’s mother hadn’t taken up with King. King is so worried that Starr’s testimony will incriminate him that he and his goons try to terrorize the Carters to get her to clam up. The movie would fit nicely on a double-bill with “On the Waterfront,” another film about the ethics of informing (though one with a more problematic justification) where the story unfolds in a tightly knit community in which many of the key players are related by blood or work and everyone, including the most menacing or antisocial characters, are bound together by religion, politics, and a distrust of the government. Lisa even has a brother on the police force, a patrolman named Carlos (Common) who urges our heroine to tell the authorities what she knows, and asks, “If you can’t trust the system, can you at least trust me?”, seemingly oblivious to the fact that, when he’s wearing a dark blue uniform, that’s a distinction without a difference.

As adapted by the late screenwriter Audrey Wells—who died of cancer the day before the film’s release—”The Hate U Give” comes on like a basic novel-to-movie adaptation, designed to impress the source material’s fans with its faithfulness at the expense of subtlety. Its least effective scenes are overlaid with swaths of narration drawn straight from the book. These are read in a stilted tone, and tend to either duplicate what we can already see or supply facts that could’ve been conveyed through acting, direction, and expository dialogue. But they’re of a piece with the movie’s determination to take the most direct route towards explanation and illumination, and paint with a broad brush rather than leave anyone confused about what was intended.

This sounds like condemnation if you haven’t seen the movie with a decent sized audience, in which case you’ll appreciate how Wells and Tillman manage to keep the viewer emotionally invested at all times while constantly adding layers of information and marginal details that complicate our reactions to the characters. The actors all get at least one big monologue that lets them bring a lifetime of craft to bear on one or two minutes of screen time. The standouts might be Khalil’s playful attempt to seduce Starr, Maverick’s summation of his belief system, and Lisa telling Starr why she decided to stay with Maverick after he fathered another woman’s child, and Carlos admitting, with evident shame, that he’d treat white and black motorists differently in the same situation—but with this many spotlight turns, it’s hard to choose.

The film is a primer on systemic racism in the United States, aimed at young people as well as any older relatives who might not have gotten the memo. It embraces the idea that riots are the language of the unheard, inevitable and necessary if the people are being lied to, silenced, or micromanaged by authorities. A climactic clash between heavily armored police and anti-police brutality protesters in their street clothes is shot to evoke coverage of Ferguson, but also images of sadly similar incidents dating back to the origins of visual media. The film is also about how slavery and lynching continued in the United Staes under different labels while perpetuating the same multigenerational oppression. Starr’s Instagram page juxtaposes recent victims of police brutality with a graphic closeup of Emmett Till’s disfigured face, flat-out telling us that when American police kill unarmed black men for no clear reason, they’re committing acts of racist, vigilante terror, even though they refuse to call them that.

I’ve been watching Tillman’s work since “Barbershop” and “Soul Food,” but I didn’t know until I looked up his biography recently that he was inspired to become a director after seeing low-budget, predominantly black comedies and melodramas like “Claudine” and “Cooley High” as a ’70s child. That he’s managed to build a durable career making those kinds of movies at a time when it’s hard to get stories about reality into mainstream theaters is remarkable. That this film was released by a major studio and is essentially the story of a young black woman’s political radicalization is even more impressive.

And when the film is firing on all cylinders—as in the riot sequence, the political dynamism of which evokes the first Edmund Pettis Bridge scene from “Selma“—it’s nearly breathtaking in its sneaky audacity. The signature image in this film is a teenage black girl finding her inner revolutionary by chastising riot police through a bullhorn, then seizing a tear gas canister that they fired at her fellow protesters and lobbing it back a them. There’s a lot of commentary in the film about the way black police officers’ loyalties are torn, as well as how the tribal mentality ultimately decides the matter of whom to side with in a crisis. Maverick even draws an extended analogy between gang warfare and the rival houses in the Harry Potter books. If you somehow fused one of those earnest and didactic 1970s ABC Afterschool Specials with James Baldwin’s “Go Tell it on the Mountain” and “Battleship Potemkin,” the result might look something like this.

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