#oscar blank

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have The Day the Earth Stood Still 1951

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as an american, sam reid’s total inability to hide his contempt for overly fake-chipper american journalists, especially ones who Have Not Done The Assigned Reading know and care about the show, will never not be hilarious and iconic to me

[rebouks]

Robin gingerly sat beside his mother, the cold, damp ground immediately sending a shiver up his spine. She hadn’t noticed him yet, but it was clear that she’d abandoned her attempts to be productive and a sad mound of dirt was all she had to show for her efforts. It was the wrong time of year for gardening anyway…

“Hi, honey! How’d you get on at the dentist?” Courtney sniffed, wiping her nose against her sleeve as though it’d erase the fact that she’d been crying again.

“A-okay…”

Robin offered Courtney a smile as weak as her own, idly picking at the grass between his legs. His mother hadn’t been very well for a while now but his presence usually managed to cheer her up, so he made a conscious effort to spend time with her-.. despite wanting to be somewhere else. It didn’t really matter if they didn’t say or do anything.

“Did you have a good day at school?” Courtney asked, far less comfortable with prolonged silences than her son.

“Yeah, it was pretty good.” Robin lied.

Courtney’s smile finally reached her eyes as she nudged Robin affectionately. It put her mind at ease that his aversion to school had let up recently, and he intended to maintain his miraculous turnaround, for her sake. He hated that she wasn’t happy, but it was no one’s fault and he couldn’t just fix her, nor could anyone else.

His parents had tried to hide it at first, but Robin could feel the tumultuous emotions that’d consumed her before they’d even realised something was wrong; and sometimes, she felt nothing at all, which was actually more unsettling.

He’d occasionally find her wandering late at night, staring out to sea when she should’ve been in bed, her bare feet as numb as her mind.

Perhaps she was sleepwalking, he’d thought at first-.. but she wasn’t, and Oscar had been forced to explain what was going on after the third time Robin had brought her inside past midnight, even though he already had a pretty good idea.

Robin’s rumination was interrupted by Oscar yanking the kitchen window open. Wren stood upon the counter, gleefully smashing a wooden spoon against her father’s favourite saucepan.

“Chow’s up, losers!” Oscar yelled.

Courtney shook her head with faint amusement, groaning as she staggered to her feet on limbs stiffened by the cold.

“Y’know.. papa’s gonna teach me how to cook properly.”

Robin pulled a face as he leapt up. “Uh-oh.”

Courtney chuckled, playfully swatting Robin upside the head. “Cheeky git.”

Robin grinned as he headed inside, enjoying the rare sound of Courtney’s laughter behind him.

He could sense the haze slowly lifting from her mind as time went on and she didn’t look quite so exhausted anymore, even though she’d been spending less and less time in bed, especially during the day. He’d learned the hard way that no one recovered from a mental breakdown overnight; and though it didn’t always feel like it to anyone else, she was getting better.

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It is with deep regret that I inform you that on the 21st of May 2024, Oscar Jack Piastri revived the Grid Dad Industrial Complex (GDIC). A deceptively innocuous interaction with one Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc resulting from a call back joke referencing the controversy disputing Daniel Joseph Ricciardo's Italian heritage resuscitated the dormant GDIC. If you or someone you know has fallen victim to GDIC please reach out to the to the GDIC Helplines. If you or someone you know has been radicalised by GDIC, please reach out to GDIC de-radicalisation network.

[ludicrousladybug]

I lived as myself

Manga panel redraw while I cope

[liceparade]

i could fill an entire blog with rise of skywalker hate but aside from piss-poor pacing, scenes written like vague outlines, and baffling choices like force dyad and palpatine.....?????, so much of this shitfest of a movie feels like it was filmed over zoom even though it wasn't. rey and kylo aren't even in the same location most of the time. rey spends half the movie staring off into space. finn and poe might have been kidnapped and forced to record tiktoks. chewie is exploded and unexploded within 5 minutes. leia dies in a way where we don't even know why she dies until 25 minutes later. after talking to a rather grumpy harrison ford, kylo doesn't speak until the runtime of the film? don't get me started about hux. star destroyers rise out of the sea like pirates of the carribean and are all starkillers now?????? the jedi of the past have a gal gadot style believe tiktok medley and rey blasts palpatine's skin off and then DIES???? something sad happens and the pixar lamp droid literally says "Sad"????????? HAN CONFRONTS KYLP AND THEY LITERALLY ADLIB LINES FROM TFA AT EACH OTHER UNTIL ?????? EPIPHANY ????? despite having an established backstory and parents who fought at yavin poe is a drug dealer (???????) rose is ??? absent ??? and finn does not say a single substantial word related to his character at all???? this movie actually got written funded AND made??????????

[p1325]

Movie: The Importance of Being Earnest (2002)

#taylorswift #pop #popmusic #blankspacelyricstaylorswift #fanvidfeed #literature #oscarwilde #theimportanceofbeingearnest #fanvidfeed #viddingisart

Song: Blank Space (Taylor's Version) Artist: Taylor Swift

[shermangepherd]

happy birthday cater ‼️4️⃣💎🃏

[bright-and-burning]

if the grid + associates had some form of superhuman abilities what would they be… or just. what are interesting superpowers ppl find cool in general. that would also help

[etruatcaelum]

On Semblances.

As this post mentions, neither Salem nor Ozma have ‘true’ ancient magic anymore: her immense power derives from the pools of light and darkness, and when Ozma created the maidens, they sacrificed their divine gifts but awakened their aura. Both now wield powers functionally identical to the aura and dust-based magic of modern humans; the sole difference between them and ordinary humans is vastly greater experience and, in Salem’s case, the interaction between her infinite aura and her grimmness.

(That is the subject for another post, but in essence grimm flesh and atrum ‘burn’ aura and this reaction can be controlled and channeled just like dust; Salem, who is grimm, uses this to her advantage to mimic ‘true’ magic.)

And, because their ‘magic’ is really just aura trained to a level beyond what any mortal could achieve in a single lifetime, both of them do have semblances.

Salem’s semblance is less an outward projection of her self than an inward one. It developed through the slow reconstruction of her mind and soul after a long period during which she had no sense of identity and was just kind of mindlessly dreaming all the time; her semblance sparked from the need to become whole and to know herself again. What it does, in essence, is immanentize her thinking.

Think method of loci, but crystallized from the imaginary construct into a real, tangible place—in a sense, the interior of her soul, her semblance, is a realm. Not one anything like as vast or complicated as Remnant or the Ever After, but quite a bit larger and more intricate than the vaults, and accessible only through doors she chooses to open.

It’s how she keeps herself sane and also why her sense of identity and conviction are so unshakable in the present: Salem knows herself extremely well and nearly everything that defines who and what she is, she made a deliberate choice to include as a fundamental part of herself. She is capable of change—and in fact capable of changing herself very rapidly and easily, once she decides to do so—but she cannot be forced or coerced or compelled or worn down or manipulated into it. Because the only way she can change is for her to literally disassemble and reassemble parts of herself and her semblance will not let her do that if she doesn’t truly want it to.

Ozma doesn’t know that they even have a semblance, because their semblance fluctuates from one life to the next; they believe the permutations of their own semblance have all been semblances taken from the lives they steal. What’s actually going on is that their very fragile sense of self gave them a semblance that lacks clear definition because it has yet to be fully-realized. It warps and bends and molds itself into the hollowed-out masks of every host, then loses that shape once those masks crumble again to expose Ozma.

There are, however, some constants:

The base essence of their semblance is remembrance and accretion of time. It’s the grasping for another chance and the tearing pain of almost and the venom of what if and maybe then and it wasn’t supposed to happen this way all rolled into one. It’s the aching possibility on the trailing edge of a mistake. Often, it takes the form of small-scale temporal manipulation: with Ozpin, it became an ability to ‘skip’ a second or two here and an idle moment there and ‘save up’ that time to spend all at once, squeezing several minutes worth of action into a single fraction of a second. (<- Ozma still has this ability and Oscar can tap into it for a while, but after the events of V8 it fades as their self-identification as Ozpin disintegrates.)

As themself—once freed from their curse and restored to live as their own person—their semblance is effectively only half-formed: not quite latent, but not truly manifested either. They will need to find themself and know themself before they’re able to fully bring it out. In its true, unalloyed form, Ozma’s semblance is unbinding: the breaking of chains, the opening of doors, the snipped thread of fate to unleash boundless possibility.

In less poetic terms, they will be able to reach back and bring forward the moments when what is now became inescapable. Nothing can be undone, nothing erased: the past cannot be unwritten, but what they can do is create a second chance to rewrite the future, whether by literally making a new possibility that didn’t exist before or by cutting through whatever beliefs or rationalizations a person clings to to pretend that they have no other choice.

Their fully-realized semblance will turn inward and confront them whether they like it or not; toward other people it is entirely under their control. (<- It is also quite likely the one thing capable of reaching into Salem’s head and shaking the foundations of her self, by drawing out her line of reasoning for committing to those choices and asking her to walk those paths anew, decide again.)

Oscar does not have a semblance and will not have a semblance until he’s separated from Ozma. If the integration were completed he would eventually produce a new permutation of Ozma’s, but it wouldn’t in any meaningful sense belong to Oscar, because Oscar as an individual would, for all intents and purposes, be dead.

But once he’s separated from Ozma, and once he sorts out who he is and who he wants to be outside of the looming existential dread of becoming Ozma, he’ll be able to discover his semblance.

(<- Also his aura, when not subsumed by Ozma’s, will turn out to actually be orange. Like a pumpkin. Because his Ozian allusion isn’t Tip OR Dorothy, it’s Jack Pumpkinhead)

Oscar’s semblance is… essentially, a hyper-specialized form of empathy: he can take the words people say and unfold them to reveal the things they mean, the feelings they’re trying to express but can’t communicate clearly, and then find the words to articulate those things back. He’s an interpreter, not of language but of emotions. He’s able to very quickly talk through to the heart of a problem, and he’s preternaturally good at listening in a way that makes people feel seen and heard. It also has the side effect of making him almost impossible to lie to.

Even with Ozma in his head, there are traces of this latent ability eking through to the surface—his determination to connect with Ironwood throughout V7, his intuitive sense for what to say to Hazel and Emerald to earn their trust, and even earlier, his realization that Ozpin is lying and his ability to break through long enough to spill Jinn’s name: these are all inklings of what could be, if not smothered by Ozma’s curse.

That sort of rising-to-the-surface is very rare among Ozma’s hosts. With Oscar, it’s happening partly because he’s fighting so hard to hold on for as long as he can, partly because his upbringing gave him a pretty strong sense of identity to begin with, and partly because the nature of his semblance itself resists falsehood and obfuscation. Latent though it is, it still gives him a firm place to stand when he pushes back and asserts himself against Ozma’s resignation. This struggle also has the effect of deepening the potential of his semblance—in effect, training it before it even properly manifests—so that once he’s free and it emerges fully he gets in tune with it fast.

[ashes-in-a-jar]

When I say I listened to the newest malevolent episode I heard it but I don't remember what happened

[rebouks]

Rawr..

[wellntruly]

knighthooded replied to your post "Happy Day After Oscars Day"

oh man I've for some reason kept putting off going to see The Fabelmans (partly due to those trailers you mentioned) and Aftersun (because I need to be emotionally ready) but it sounds like I've got some tickets to buy

amelodie replied to your post "Happy Day After Oscars Day"

I've similarly been putting many of these off, so thanks for the insights and encouragement! I'm really curious about these parasocial critic friends though. Who are some of your favourites to follow?

Oh man, my close personal friends! Many of them responded to The Fabelmans and Aftersun so similarly to me, while also some others really did not!! But maybe the true ~magic of the movies~ was the different ways they affected us all along.

Here are some of my folks and where you can find them:

Richard Lawson, Chief Critic at Vanity Fair His reviews are on VF.com, and he's one of the co-hosts of the 'Little Gold Men' podcast, one of my stalwarts. Next week I believe they will be doing my FAVORITE episode of the year, the one right after the Oscars where Joe Reid (stay tuned) comes on with his spreadsheet of what's coming out this year and, sight unseen, they have to make their wild guess of what's gonna win Best Picture. Do they replay their predictions from the year before too? Oh you bet. A riot. I'll add the link once it drops.

David Sims and Griffin Newman, co-hosts of the 'Blank Check' podcast David is a film critic at The Atlantic, Griffin is an actor and comedian, and 'Blank Check' is their podcast where they cover directors' filmographies, in...depth. These episodes are long as hell. You know you're lost in the sauce when you realize that's become a feature not a bug. I have an intro episode! It's the start of their Bob Fosse miniseries from last summer, on his first movie musical, Sweet Charity (1969). I mean first of all you should absolutely watch Sweet Charity, dazzling and a hoot, but even if you don't see it first, this episode is so great. A lot of it is from their dossier on Bob Fosse (the Fossier), as the introduction of this series, so it's a lot of fascinating history and context of both Broadway and Hollywood at the time, but also they're just all in a particularly bouncy mood and it's a treat to listen to. Ben Hosley, their weird little sound guy of a producer, is basically discovering in real time that maybe he loves musicals?? It is so fun. Anyway. Lots of running bits, sure, lots of guests also (hi Richard!), LOTS of hours, but I just vibe so much with the way these two love movies.

Joe Reid and Chris Feil, co-hosts of the 'This Had Oscar Buzz' podcast Let's just stay on the podcast train for a stop longer. Joe and Chris are both Oscar historians and freelance critics, popping up on places like Vanity Fair and Vulture. Their podcast has the pretty brilliant premise of covering movies that once had dreams of Academy Award nominations, but it all went wrong. Their appreciable cattiness is perfectly suited for this. They also have really good film festival recap episodes, for the current year. Edit: Ahh I forgot my intro episode! It is this one from February on Magic Mike XXL, a film I have not seen, with special guest, their friend Pamela Ribbon, the reason we got this moment, and every moment in this episode where I almost crashed into something laughing.

Emily St. James, of, sigh, I guess just Twitter right now Emily was recently laid off from her job as a cultural critic on Vox, in the on-going horrors of the media job landscape. I'm sure she'll be somewhere else soon, and can't wait. I've actually followed her longer than anyone on this list, and this is where this gets so delicate and complicated!, but you may actually be more familiar with her under her old name, as she's been a noted voice in especially TV criticism for decades, and really shaped The AV Club for years.

Fran Hoepfner, Bright Wall/Dark Room, 'Fran Magazine' First found Fran through BW/DR, where she still turns out incredible essays on the regular, now a loyal subscriber to Fran Magazine, her stellar newsletter, and she is easily the best Letterboxd reviewer in the business (not a business). She's just so astute and so funny, how the FUCK does she do it! Best in the business!

Demi Adejuyigbe, of one million things but on Tumblr: the 21st of September music videos He's just on Letterboxd, but we should be so lucky. Any time I have relayed a Demi Letterboxd joke to someone they've lost their mind. Most recently it was him calling the white love interest in RRR Phoebe Waller-Bridgerton.

I've just realized that of course, ALL of these people are also on Letterboxd. Haha what a dumbdumb! I've gone back and made all their names links to their Letterboxd profiles.

Well I hope this is more than you asked for!! Will update with more people I've surely forgotten.

[goobleflop]

I mean, good on Miyazaki

But now what do I do?

[name-doggo]

Thinking about getting my Fetch book and adding in an entire page where Raj and Oscar Kiss-

Just so I can say "It's literally Canon 😒" and whip it out as a Prank

[femboycharles]

Carlos calls Oscar a slur at the next race