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My Entire High School Sinking into the Sea (2016) Dash Shaw

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My Entire High School Sinking into the Sea (2016)

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Animation  Action  Comedy

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Title: Brave [5 of ?]

Pairing: Orc!Steve x Reader

Summary: The journey to Tarrath is not one to be undertaken lightly—there are more things to fear in the untamed places of the world than stags, a lesson you are soon to learn. 

Warnings: 18+ Only, Genre typical violence, Warlord Nomad AU, Dark Fantasy/n AU, Enemies to lovers, Eventual smut, References to past abuse

A/N: 👀

You have been riding since before sunup, and your hips and back ache from long hours spent in the saddle. The pack sets a leisurely pace through the grass sea, meandering through the plain in a loose line. The vast mountains you knew are at your back now, shrinking into misty, faint points. They tell you how far you have come with their distance, and you wonder how many steps you have taken since last you were the person you had been before. 

Since you left the woman you were supposed to be by the riverside—and how many more you will have to take to become someone else entirely. Though it has been only a fortnight sine you watched the village burn, it feels like a lifetime ago. Someone else’s memory, someone else’s eyes. 

The pack keeps a steady pace until the sun is high in the sky and the mountains are meaningless pinpricks. The land changes too, the flat plains turning into rolling hills that remind you of the cresting waves you have seen painted in books and on tapestries. The only difference is, these don’t come crashing down to drown you, the grass whispering quietly in the breeze. 

You ride somewhere in the middle of the line, the pack stretching both before and behind you, riding towards the sun as it begins to sink low in the sky. You can see Steve near the front, his sword strapped between his broad, bare shoulders. Like he can feel your gaze, he turns back, one thick fang hanging over his lip as he grins. You drop your head, your cheeks burning. 

Let them see.

When you look up again, he’s gone. 

—

Night on the grass sea is beautiful. A thousand thousand stars glow like fireflies caught in tar, stretching out further than you can see into the darkness. The pack does not stop, continuing at the same pace as all light fades, and the moon rises cold and clear. At first, the sheer drop in temperature is enough to keep you awake—without the thick furs and blankets neatly rolled and strapped to your horse, your ripped dress offers less protection against the biting wind. But after a few hours, despite the chill, your eyelids begin to droop heavily, your shoulders dropping as you slump in the saddle. 

It is the feel of Steve’s warm hand on your back that wakes you, instantly jolting you into panicked awareness as you turn sharply to glare at him. 

“Easy, Sweetmeat,” he replies. “I mean only to keep you from breaking your neck.” He raises an eyebrow. “Unless that is your wish this night.” 

You scowl. “No, I—thank you.” The words come haltingly.

“The journey is a long one.” Steve shrugs. “You will learn to sleep in the saddle.” 

“Or fall out of it,” you mutter, and he laughs, a loud boisterous sound that carries out into the night. 

“You never cease to amuse, Sweetmeat,” he says after a moment, the words still colored with the sound of his mirth. “I wonder what the elders shall make of you.” There is fear at his words, but your curiosity burns just as brightly. 

“What is it like?” You ask. “Your city?”

“In your tongue, Tarrath means ‘city at the end of the world’.”  You feel your eyes widen in spite of your attempt to keep your features schooled into neutrality. “It was built into the cliffside by my people long ago, before we knew the arbitrary lines your kings drew on their maps.” You gape at him, floundering for words. The maps you know end somewhere out into the grass sea. At their edges, perhaps an orc settlement or two, but mostly… nothing.  The impossibly vast mountains and the forests that border them are all you know.

But perhaps the truths you know are not truths at all. 

“Have you seen the sea, little one?” You shake your head. 

“What does it look like?”

Steve smiles. “Blue. The water is salt to the taste, but so blue. Like… two skies.” He motions with his hands, and you hold the reins tightly as you close your eyes and try to see it. More water than you could possibly imagine, as deep and endless as the sky.

“And the city?” You ask, stifling a yawn. 

“There are great towers of red brick with fires at their hearts. And there are not so few men as you might think.” 

“Humans?”

“And more.” He nods. “Elves, Dwarves. Children of the world before.”

You begin to slump again as he speaks, but this time Steve doesn’t wake you. He reaches across your lap to grasp the reins in one large hand. He loops them around the horn of his saddle. When you do finally begin to lean over, it is against his warm shoulder. 

“You coddle her.”  Bucky’s irritated voice doesn’t wake you—the firm hold exhaustion has on you is too heavy to drag your mind back to wakefulness, and you will not remember these words when you do wake again. Steve chuckles. 

“I like her.”

—

“Storm’s too thick.” You, and the rest of the pack are crowded around Bucky as he speaks, the horses shifting anxiously in the stillness. You can see it, the band of dark, angry dust stretching across the horizon. You’ve never seen anything like it, like the Gods’ fury given terrible form. When Bucky had set out to scout, it was a pinprick–and now the cloud stretches almost as far as you can see. “We’ll be waiting days for it to pass.”

Steve grimaces, his tusks hanging over his lip as he showcases his displeasure. 

“Aye,” he agrees, turning his eyes toward the horizon, eyeing the storm. “We’ll go around.” 

“The pass?” There’s a murmur of something like discomfort that passes through the pack. Something like fear. “Gods damn it.” Bucky looks back toward the storm and curses again. “We don’t have the rations to wait it out.” He doesn’t ask—it isn’t a question. And Steve’s grim expression is all the answer you need. 

“We’ll put it to a vote. The pass—or the storm.” He turns to the pack. “Those who want to brave the storm, step forward.” Lightning crashes in the distance, and you swallow thickly. By the sound of it, the pass is equally formidable. You recall the stag, it’s hungry jaws and fierce eyes, and wonder what else waits for you on this road—the one you’ve chosen. 

After a moment, Steve nods stonily, his expression battle-fierce. 

“The pass it is.” 

The pack wastes no time reorienting itself, turning west to skirt around the tempest of stinging sand and thunder. Carol rides up beside you, her expression grim. 

“Do not think we have chosen the easy road, little human.” 

You don’t. “What is the pass?”

“It was a road, once. One that has returned to the sea and the things that live inside it.” Her voice is low, warning. “Men are wise to fear the zikaegina,” she gestures at the endless shifting grass. “It hides many things.” 

“Why did you abandon the road?” Carol grimaces, her expression heavy with memories, knowledge you don’t share. Her eyes are dark when they meet yours again.

“Because other things used it too.” 

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everyone should watch My entire high school sinking into the sea its a wonderful film im serious

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MY ENTIRE HIGH SCHOOL SINKING INTO THE SEA Dash Shaw USA, 2016

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every may 9th i think abt my freshman year of high scchool when during breakfast a friend said "man im so high rn i hope no one tells anything important today" and my immediate response was "On May 9th 2014 the entire east coast of the united states will sink into the sea until you bring in two bags of chocolate chip cookies to share with me that morning" and it stressed her so much she remembered it all four years of high school and we ended up graduating like right around the day i predicted and she brought me some cookies to graduation and i told her the curse was lifted but i do still think to myself i need to have some cookies every may 9th to prevent the collapse of the east coast

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Top Ten Films Seen in 2022

Every year it seems impossible to narrow our favorite movies of the year to just ten but, through sheer grit & determination, we persevere! And this year is no different! So here's our list of the movies we loved in 2022. Click on titles to see their trailers! Let us know your favorites too! 10. Weird: The Al Yankovic Story 9. Truffle Hunters 8. Unbearable Weight of Overwhelming Talent 7. Pinocchio (Guillermo del Toro) 6. Drive My Car 5. Tick, Tick…Boom! 4. Phantom of the Open 3. Dual 2. Licorice Pizza 1. The Banshees of Inishirin Honorable mentions: My Entire High School Sinking Into the Sea, Jackass Forever, I Want You Back, The Duke

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Sorry for the very long story but children understanding stuff is my absolute biggest joy in the world so I couldn't help it.

I have fond memories of spending entire afternoons as a teacher assistant in developmental psychology watching children figuring shit out as my students were administering classical piagetian tasks to them.

Piaget's research method was to present (supposedly) fun tasks to children to figure out at what age/developmental stage they acquired certain concepts such as conservation of matter, for example. It's less standardized testing (although the task itself is the same for every child) and more of a conversation with the child to try to figure out their reasoning. (So YES very much talking to them! You ask a lot of questions. A LOT.) The point of Piaget's developmental psychology theory is that children before a certain age/developmental stage absolutely CANNOT grasp certain concepts because they just haven't matured enough to do so. Doesn't matter that it seems perfectly logical to you as an adult, doesn't matter that you show them that's not how it works, doesn't matter that you try to explain it to them. They CAN'T get it.

Of course in that class we'd test children that were right on the cusp of acquiring said concept as to have a variety of responses to the task (it's not like you turn idk 7 and it suddenly dawns on you, there's individual differences, hence the variety at the same age/inside the same classroom). Some of these children would be baffled by the questions because the answers seemed so obvious to them there must have been some kinda trick to us asking. Some were equally sure of their answers although the answers were, technically, "wrong" and they would not hesitate to give contradictory justifications to their answers. (Doesn't actually matter if it's right or wrong in practice, you're trying to figure out their developmental stage, it's not a school exam.) Some of them initially didn't understand, until they had a "eureka" moment so intense and sudden you could almost see the lighbulb light up above their head as they went "OH WAIT ACTUALLY I KNOW" and it made me beam every single time.

But the most fascinating ones were the ones who understood that their solution wasn't adequate, but couldn't figure the "right" solution because they just weren't quite there yet. I swear some of them must have laid awake at night at the end of the day still trying to understand what the answer was with how hard I saw them thinking during the task. And some of these children, the ones on the cusp of the cusp, would come up with such creative solutions to that cognitive dilemma as well!

My favorite was a kid around 9 years old. The task was the islands task, and here's how it goes : you present the child with a blue cardboard sheet on which there is brown rectangles and squares. This is the sea, you explain, and these are islands. There's a wooden block you set on an island that fits it perfectly. This is a house, you say. People are living in it. The problem is, the island it's built on is sinking! You must build a new house for the residents on this other island. The new house needs to be just as big as the old house, so everyone can live in it like they used to in the old house. You give the child a bunch of small wooden cubes and let them build a new house. Now here's what you don't tell the child : the trick is that the first island is 3x3 cubes, and the second island is 3x2 cubes. If you were to build the big block with the little wooden cubes it'd be 3x3x4 cubes. To get the same volume on the new island, the child must thus build a 3x2x6 house with the cubes.

Accordring to Piaget, children between 5 and 7 yo (again: not exact ages) will first refuse to build a higher building than the model even though they should and then will build higher but not know when to stop (some children I've seen stacked all the cubes at their disposal, making high, very unstable towers, two to three times the height of the old house, without batting an eye). Between the ages of 7 and 11-12, the child will start to measure the old house with the cubes to try to figure out how much higher the new house must be until they're able to figure out how big a story is and multiply by the height etc. Children from 12 years old on should have acquired volume conservation and get it right more or less easily.

That child I saw though wasn't there yet. He was at the point where he wouldn't build higher than the model. So he built a 3x2x4 house on the new island. But he KNEW that it wasn't big enough to fit everyone inside! He was positively perplexed by the problem. He could voice the issue, the island was smaller, but didn't know what to do with that information. He tried building beside the island, so the base of the building would be the same size as the old one. "Oh but look," my student told him, "you can't do this because it's in the water! It will sink!" The boy spent long minutes thinking about it. "We could build it on stilts," he said. My student was not prepared for this but she did well. "We don't have stilts, unfortunately, we only have cubes," she said. He spent more long minutes thinking about it. "But if we sink many many cubes, then we can build on top of them, maybe?" My student looked up at me baffled. "No, unfortunately we can't do that, the sea is so deep we wouldn't have enough cubes," she said. She put her hands on the blue cardboard all around the house he built. "See you can't build here, nor here, nor here, nor here. Where else could you build?" He thought some more. By then, all my other students had moved on to the next task already. As the teacher told this student they should do the same, he still came up with a last idea : "What about floaters?"

This child thought about stilts, sinking building materials until it filled the sea, and floaters before he thought about building a taller building. If you don't find that fantastic and fascinating I don't know what to tell you. Creativity through the roof! I would spend my whole life watching children figuring shit out if I could.

Bonus story : one of the last children I had the absolute pleasure of witnessing figuring this shit out highjacked the whole piagetian stages system by building the exact same house in cubes right next to the first one then just stacked them in a way that fit on the new island. Got it right on the first try, didn't calculate shit. Out of something like 100 children I saw through this task, he was the only one to think of it. Galaxy brain stuff fr. Entertaining af.

nothing frustrates me more than when adults refuse to even slightly indulge the questions and thoughts of children. i remember one time when one of my younger cousins accidentally stumbled across the concept of purchasing power parity because she realised 10 rupees which bought her 10 candies in India only bought her ~3 candies when we went on holiday to Japan, and when she asked her mother about “why the same things cost different amounts in different places” my aunt had the audacity to call her spoiled for not understanding the “”worth” of money, that’s not what she was ASKING damn it!! your daughter just set up her own big mac index and realised a key metric of macroeconomics!!! how do you not find that utterly fascinating !! why don’t adults talk to children !!

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Reading Wrap Up: September 2024

The summer months came and went by quick and I ended up "technically" finishing 3 books, but I already told you about my thoughts about The Song of Achilles in my last reading wrap up. If you'd like to read my thoughts then click here. For the rest of the September I read and finished two books that I really enjoyed!

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Title: Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Chalice of the Gods Author: Rick Riordan Publisher: Disney Hyperion Genre(s): Middle Grade, Fantasy, Fiction

It's been 14 years since Percy's final adventure in The Last Olympian, and in this continuation Percy is a senior in high school. He missed his entire junior year due to losing his memory, now he has to make up additional credits so that he can graduate on time so that he can attend New Rome University with his girlfriend and fellow demigod Annabeth Chase. Percy's plans come to a screeching halt when his dad, God of the Sea Poseidon, tells him that if he wants to go to New Rome University that he need to get 3 letters of recommendation from the Gods.

It was easy to slip back into this world of modern Greek Mythology that Rick Riordan has crafted. Percy and the gang are older and relatable to the readers who grew up reading their earlier adventures. The humor I enjoyed in Riordan's other books shine through in this new adventure. Riordan has continued to have a good pace, the story is consistently moving forward and it doesn't lag or feel like there is too much exposition. It is easy to sink into your favorite comfy chair your favorite snack and drink and get lost in the story Riordan weaves.

The only critique I have is that the story doesn't seem to have the high stakes like the previous books did. From what I can tell, this is the first book in a trilogy so there are two other books that will feature the other two quests and maybe we'll get a gradual build to make the story more high stakes towards the end. Even though there may not be the same sense of urgency, if you've read Riordan's earlier books featuring Percy, this return is still enjoyable and satisfying because its like we're catching up with a friend we haven't seen in awhile.

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Title: That Librarian: The Fight Against Book Banning in America Author: Amanda Jones Publisher: Bloomsbury Genre(s): Nonfiction, Memoir, Politics, Books About Books

In my quest to read more nonfiction books, I found this one at my favorite local bookstore and just HAD to pick it up! Amanda Jones is a school librarian in rural Louisiana who became the target an alt right group from her area after she spoke out about proposed censorship at her local public library. Jones takes readers on her journey and recounts her harrowing experience in great detail so readers understand the amount of hate she received by just simply attending a public library board meeting and was one of twenty who spoke at this meeting.

While Jones recounts the truly terrible experience she went through, she also makes sure to let her readers know that this is not an isolated incident, this is happening all across America as librarians and even educators are being vilified by these alt-right groups and extremists being called "groomers" and how they are teaching children about sex. Jones makes the point that these groups are doing this so they can get control of what books the general public has access to as long as it aligns with their beliefs.

Jones decides that she is not going to sit by just let this happen to her, she take legal action against two of her biggest "haters." Jones also tells us how we can take action in our own communities against censorship so that our right to intellectual freedom is not taken away from us.

If you like books about anti-censorship, social justice, or someone rising to the occasion when they are tested then do yourself a favor and pick this up!

If you'd like your own copy of the books mentioned, I have them linked below!

Percy Jackson: The Chalice of the Gods by Rick Riordan

That Librarian: The Fight Against Book Banning in America by Amanda Jones

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Lena Dunham: Exploring The Actress And Writer Beyond The Spotlight

Lena Dunhan is an American writer, producer, actress and director. She was born on May 13, 1986 in New York city. She is writer, star and creator of HBO TV series Girls (2012–2017), for which she received two Golden Globe Awards and several Emmy Awards nominations. Lena Dunham became the first female to win the Directors Guild of America Award for Outstanding Directing — Comedy Series and she directed several episodes of TV series Girls. Lena also directed,starred and wrote the semi-autobiographical independent film Tiny Furniture (2010) and for which she won an Independent Spirit Award for Best First Screenplay, she wrote this before the TV series Girls. In 2022 her second featured film Sharp Stick was released, which she wrote and directed. Catherine Called Birdy, Lena’s third film, premiered worldwide on September 12, 2022 at the Toronto International Film Festival. On 23 september 2022 it was released in a limited series by Amazon Studios, before streaming on Amazon Prime on October 7, 2022. Lena Dunham was added to the annual Time 100 list of the most influential people in the world in 2013 and she released her first book, Not That Kind of Girl: A Young Woman Tells You What She’s “Learned” in 2014. Dunham created the publication Lenny Letter, a feminist online newsletter along with Girls showrunnerJenni Konner in 2015. Lena appeared in films like Supporting Characters and This Is 40 (both 2012) and Happy Christmas (2014). In the 2016 film My Entire High School Sinking Into the Sea she voiced Mary and it premiered at the Toronto International Film Festival. Lena Dunham also has played guest roles in Scandal and The Simpsons (both 2015).

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Tales of a Lighthouse

When days always seemed too short and the horrors of night stretched through my restlessness, when the waves were tall and the shores filled with curious creatures unknown to me, my father and I lived at the base of a lighthouse. It was a time when the ships still needed the glowing beacon to keep them from crashing into the rocky shore. Every night, my father manned the lighthouse, hundreds of feet above the crashing sea. And every night, I tossed and turned in my bed, terrified of the creatures and terrors that had the capability to sink an entire ship. 

My grandmother lived inland in a little blue house on a skinny concrete road. I loved her house because it was perched upon concrete legs. My dad told me the legs were for hurricanes and would prevent the house from flooding. Whenever I imagined a hurricane coming, I always thought her house would jump so high on its thick legs that the water would be gone when the house returned to Earth. 

We visited my Baba every Sunday. She would always make Pedaheh and a salad for our lunch, and we would bring a roast that had cooked overnight. My dad told me that Baba was very religious. He said that was why she had statues of angels on her bookshelves. At the time, I thought they were the most beautiful things I had ever seen, the flair of their wings, hair which flowed behind them like gentle waves. Sometimes, when I was left alone, I would stare at the figures and pretend to be a beautiful angel, folding my hands to my heart and tilting my head to the side as they always seemed to do.

Sometimes when Dad had to work extra at the lighthouse for one reason or another, Baba would come to our house to watch me. On those nights, she helped me make box cake. When we had baked and frosted the cake, she would sit me at the table and cut me a slice and tell me one of her many stories. Many of her stories revolved around her Baba, and the many memories her Baba had given her. The stories were like a vast spoken history of all the soft memories, the dolls received as a little girl, the chiding nicknames, the money sent home.

Baba had, of course, never been to the Old Country, and I think she always knew, as she spoke, that she would never make the journey. Yet as a child she had spoken Ukrainian to her Baba, and she would help write letters to her long lost family she would never see in a land she had never visited. I think she wanted me to hold all of those stories she contained within my own heart and mind, ready to pass down when the time came.

When it was time for me to rest, Baba would tuck me into bed and say, “listen to those waves”. I had listened to those waves every night  since arriving at the lighthouse, and I found them quite terrifying. One night I told Baba that.

“Baba, what if I do not want to listen to the waves?”

“And why would you ignore them?” Baba asked. “The crashing waves sound like they are singing a lullaby to you.”

“But why would the sea sing to me and crash all those ships?” I asked, desperate and fearful for some of her grandmotherly wisdom.

“Maybe the ocean does not like ships.”

That was an odd thought. If I were the ocean, would I like ships? Maybe some of them, but not the ships that coughed up black smoke and took lots of fish. I would certainly like company if I were the ocean, but not those people who left cans on the shore. Maybe the ocean enjoyed my company, when I would sit upon the shore and sing songs from school. I bet the ocean liked Dad. He kept boats from mucking up the shore. The ocean also would like Baba, I thought to myself, because her house could jump from hurricanes and her ears could hear the ocean’s lullaby.

Baba stood and left my room. I got up and looked out my window to the waves that stretched beyond. With the tide having come in during the afternoon, the waves stretched far up into the shore. And in their endless cycle of crash and retreat, crash and retreat, they created a melody. It sounded like what I had learned in music class a few days before, like crescendos and decrescendos. The crashing became cymbals, the retreat was the low, rapid pattering on a drum. 

A song emerged with the wind whistling through a flute. I began to sing, yet to this day I cannot remember the words. In that moment, the song was perfect, with the cymbals and the drums and the flute and a dozen other instruments I could not name. I fell back upon my bed and listened to the instruments continue their concert. And I fell asleep.

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Day 2, 2019 - My Entire High School Sinking Into the Sea

My Entire High School Sinking Into the Sea – 2016 – Dash Shaw 

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“I like turgid prose!” - Dash

I saw a trailer for My Entire High School Sinking Into the Sea a couple of years ago when I went to a few rep screenings in Toronto and when I saw it I thought, “File for later.” I’ve had it gnawing at the back of my head to watch it ever since. 

Now I’ve seen it and I wasn’t disappointed.

Dash (Jason Schwartzman) is a high schooler just starting his sophomore year, trying to break away from the pack and get noticed, but is also currently a kind of a dick. 

Dash, his best friend Assaf (Reggie Watts) and mutual friend Verti (Maya Rudolph) run a self-published high school newspaper that none of the students care about. 

Dash considers himself quite the writer, but he’s a bit overwrought and can’t see the way that he constantly bulldozes over Assaf. But Verti does.

When she assigns Assaf is own by-line, Dash is incensed and retaliates (he’s a bit of a dick) thus further alienating himself from his classmates.

While ostracised, Dash discovers that the principal – Mr. Grimm – has covered up the fact that the school roof-top auditorium did not actually pass its inspection. The whole building is built on a fault line, and with the additional weight, it could break the cliff it stands on sending it into the ocean. WHICH IT DOES!

No one heeds Dash’s warnings until it’s too late, and the movie turns into this animated mash up of The Poseidon Adventure, The Breakfast Club and Lord of the Flies, as students try to make their way to safety by swimming through the sinking school.

Verti, Assaf and Dash call a truce and team up again to navigate the different parts of the building as water fills room after room. Verti provides an essential lesson to the guys, by showing them how to find pockets of air as they move through floating books, sharks and the threat of electrocution.

At one point, they join forces with Lunch Lady Lorraine who knows how to handle a ladle and hand-to-hand fighting, Mortal Kombat style (in the Ladies’ Room, no less). 

The sense of peril is real as they move through each part of the school. People are wounded, cliques are toppled and just when you think they’re safe, turns out there’s a real jock douche-bag running the seniors’ floor – Brent Daniels. 

The animation style of the film is captivating. It’s like a tempera painting and a comic book and a doodle. It reminded me a bit of “squigglevision” a la Dr. Katz, but elevated.

I can totally see me watching this movie over and over. It’s a fast paced, tonally surprising story and it’s just fun to watch. 

PLUS Maya Rudolph! It’s just her voice and she communicates so much. Honestly, is there anything she can’t do? Like, just hand over your PIN number to her; she deserves it.   

Highly Recommended!

Trailer: https://youtu.be/zepBuHGkiWc 

Review (Village Voice): https://www.villagevoice.com/2017/04/12/somehow-the-animated-my-entire-high-school-sinking-into-the-sea-is-even-better-than-its-title/ 

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Films seen in 2018

# 258 - My Entire High School Sinking Into the Sea (Dash Shaw, 2016)

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The 26 Animated Features submitted for the Oscars.

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Original art from My Entire High School Sinking into the Sea is now available on the Beguiling store here: http://store.beguilingoriginalart.com/index.php?cPath=185

(The above video explains the pieces.)