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Alex Daily votes for the 96th Oscars, Part Two: The Big Six Awards

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These are the awards people actually care about. Why are these the awards people actually care about when none of these are worth shit without the contributions from the other branches? I don’t know, and neither do you. Is anyone even reading these intros? Just go reread the one from part one.

Best Supporting Actress

Emily Blunt – Oppenheimer as Katherine “Kitty” Oppenheimer
Danielle Brooks – The Color Purple as Sofia Johnson
America Ferrera – Barbie as Gloria
Jodie Foster – Nyad as Bonnie Stoll
Da’Vine Joy Randolph – The Holdovers as Mary Lamb

I’d love to give this to Danielle Brooks, who is just terrific, but Da’Vine Joy Randolph is utterly the heart of The Holdovers, and key to the film opening up emotionally, while Brooks drives into and then, crucially, out of The Colour Purple. I genuinely don’t think the America Ferrera performance is anything.

My vote: Da’Vine Joy Randolph
My prediction: Emily Blunt

Best Supporting Actor

Sterling K. Brown – American Fiction as Clifford “Cliff” Ellison
Robert De Niro – Killers of the Flower Moon as William King Hale
Robert Downey Jr. – Oppenheimer as Lewis Strauss
Ryan Gosling – Barbie as Ken
Mark Ruffalo – Poor Things as Duncan Wedderburn

I think this is gonna go to Gosling, who is good, but not that good, in a frustrating upholding of the very thing Barbie presents as a problem. But god, that Ruffalo performance is so funny. He’s so distraught. He’s such a snivelling bastard. Just the best.

My vote: Mark Ruffalo
My prediction: Ryan Gosling

Best Actress

Annette Bening – Nyad as Diana Nyad
Lily Gladstone – Killers of the Flower Moon as Mollie Burkhart
Sandra Hüller – Anatomy of a Fall as Sandra Voyter
Carey Mulligan – Maestro as Felicia Montealegre Bernstein
Emma Stone – Poor Things as Bella Baxter / Victoria Blessington

I keep wanting to give this to Sandra Hüller, whose quiet, understated performance is so deep, so rich, but Lily Gladstone delivers such a devastating performance as Mollie Burkhart that I think she deserves this, even if we don’t deserve her. Just fucking incredible. The best to ever do it.

My vote: Lily Gladstone
My prediction: Lily Gladstone

Best Actor

Bradley Cooper – Maestro as Leonard Bernstein
Colman Domingo – Rustin as Bayard Rustin
Paul Giamatti – The Holdovers as Paul Hunham
Cillian Murphy – Oppenheimer as J. Robert Oppenheimer
Jeffrey Wright – American Fiction as Thelonius “Monk” Ellison

It’s gonna be Cillian Murphy, we all know it’s gonna be Cillian Murphy. But that performance is a good steak with an expensive cigar — while Giamatti in The Holdovers is dinner with family. It fills the heart like nothing else.

My vote: Paul Giamatti
My prediction: Cillian Murphy

Best Director

Jonathan Glazer – The Zone of Interest
Yorgos Lanthimos – Poor Things
Christopher Nolan – Oppenheimer
Martin Scorsese – Killers of the Flower Moon
Justine Triet – Anatomy of a Fall

Again, this is Oppenheimer‘s award and we all know it — I’m gonna say that again — but it’s not the choice I would make. While The Zone of Interest may be the least directed movie I’ve ever seen, and Poor Things occasionally makes a big choice that falls flat for me, Scorsese does the best work of his career with Killers of the Flower Moon, and Anatomy of a Fall is perfect. Truly misses no step. Immaculate work.

My vote: Justine Triet for Anatomy of a Fall
My prediction: Christopher Nolan for Oppenheimer

Best Picture

American Fiction
Anatomy of a Fall
Barbie
The Holdovers
Killers of the Flower Moon
Maestro
Oppenheimer
Past Lives
Poor Things
The Zone of Interest

I’ll say it again — this is Oppenheimer‘s award. But it’s Anatomy of a Fall that blew me away.

My vote: Anatomy of a Fall
My prediction: Oppenheimer

This concludes my Oscars post! Did I make any calls or cast any votes you vehemently disagree with?

Alex Daily votes for the 96th Oscars, Part One: The Awards for Good Jobs Done

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For the most part, for all the reasons people usually give, I don’t care about awards. But somehow, despite my better instincts, I care about the Oscars. I don’t watch the actual awards show, but the Oscars inform what I think about, what I talk about, and, crucially, what I watch. For the past few years I’ve watched every Best Picture nominee, and I’m in 1940 with watching all of them.

Now, somewhat bafflingly, I am not a member of the Academy of Motion Pictures Arts and Sciences,1Something about me “not being in the industry” and “how did you get this number, please leave my family alone.” and so I don’t get to vote on them. But this is the internet, so I can pretend! So let’s vote! Let’s pretend I am a member of the Academy, and lay out all my rationales for who and what I’m voting for!

For several categories I’ve watched none or only one or two of the nominees, and I wouldn’t, if this were for realsies, want to vote for things I haven’t seen. So for each category, I’ll list the nominees, with the ones I’ve seen bolded, and then both my own vote and my prediction of what or who will win.

Best Visual Effects

The Creator
Godzilla Minus One
Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3
Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part One
Napoleon

The Best Visual Effects category is a classic way to get some genre films in even when the bigger categories seldom acknowledge them. As such, I’m just ruling Napoleon out right away. Similarly, Mission: Impossible looks great, but the effects, of which I’m sure there are many, are simply not as flashy as in the other three films.

It’s tempting to give it to Godzilla Minus One for how impactful the Ginza sequence is, but it’s hard to overstate just how great the otherwise tepid The Creator looks — by building on top of real spaces and places, the film creates a rich and textured world unlike any other this year. I expect the Academy will agree.

My vote: The Creator
Prediction: The Creator

Best Original Song

“The Fire Inside” from American Symphony
“I’m Just Ken” from Barbie
“It Never Went Away” from Flamin’ Hot
“Wahzhazhe (A Song For My People)” from Killers of the Flower Moon
“What Was I Made For?” from Barbie

Essentially a choice between the two Barbie tracks for me, it’s an easy one — while “I’m Just Ken” is a great showstopper and showpiece for Ryan Gosling, “What Was I Made For?” is a crucial keystone to the film’s climax. If the song in that moment doesn’t work, the whole thing might fall completely apart.

My vote: “What Was I Made For?” from Barbie
Prediction: “I’m Just Ken” from Barbie

Best Original Score

American Fiction – Laura Karpman
Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny – John Williams
Killers of the Flower Moon – Robbie Robertson
Oppenheimer – Ludwig Göransson
Poor Things – Jerskin Fendrix 

Gonna be honest here, not a big scorehead — outside of really iconic stuff, the score of a film rarely sticks with me the way dialogue or story structure do. Speaking of iconic stuff, does John Williams do anything new with his Dial of Destiny score? And for all that Oppenheimer‘s score is terrific, the single most standout moment of that film is the exact moment where it falls away. That leaves two, neither of which I can bring front of mind without listening to them, so let’s do that right now.

These scores do such different things — Göransson’s Killers of the Flower Moon score has to capture a pre-existing world, while Fendrix’s Poor Things has to figure out what a whole person without any precedent for their existence sounds like. Killers is bigger, but the Poor Things score is much more of a precision-engineered music box of madness, and the film would not be the film without it, while Killers you can imagine with a different score just fine.

The Academy hasn’t actually given John Williams a statue since 1994, and with the man only eight years away from his third digit in age, one of these days they’re gonna have to give him this thing for his whole career, so it might as well be this year.

My vote: Poor Things — Jerskin Fendrix
My prediction: Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny — John Williams

Best Sound

The Creator
Maestro
Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part One
Oppenheimer
The Zone of Interest

I can’t picture anything about The Creator or Mission: Impossible‘s sound. Maestro captures the Bernstein concerts well, but it’s all delivered so… adequately through Netflix’s compression that it’s hard to take seriously as a nominee here. That leaves Oppenheimer, again most notable for its moment of silence, and Zone of Interest, which is completely made by its extremely oppressive sounds of nearby terror. Tomorrow I might make the other choice, but today the decision is clear in my mind.

My vote: The Zone of Interest
My prediction: Oppenheimer

Best Makeup and Hairstyling

Golda
Maestro
Oppenheimer
Poor Things
Society of the Snow

I’m ruling out Maestro — even setting aside the question of whether it’s offensive, that big fake schnozz on Bradley Cooper has a totally different shine patina than the rest of his face when he sweats. Awful.

Oppenheimer and Poor Things would both basically be “Most Makeup and Hairstyling” votes — Oppenheimer for the sheer number of people, but Poor Things is maximalist in all the ways Oppenheimer is minimalist.

My vote: Poor Things
My prediction: Poor Things

Best Production Design

Barbie
Killers of the Flower Moon
Napoleon
Oppenheimer
Poor Things

Napoleon and Oppenheimer are both in that boat of, I get why they’re nominated, but they’re not really doing anything new in this field, there’s so many other productions that have done similar things very well, while the other three films create worlds we’ve either never seen before or never seen done this well before. Of those, Barbie and Poor Things are perhaps the most creative — but Killers of the Flower Moon‘s world blew me away and made a part of history I never knew about come totally alive.

My vote: Killers of the Flower Moon
My prediction: Barbie

Best Costume Design

Barbie
Killers of the Flower Moon
Napoleon
Oppenheimer
Poor Things

I look at Best Production Design, I look at Best Costume Design, I look at Best Production Design, I look at Best Costume Design. They’re very similar pictures. With Poor Things very much the “Most Costume Design” candidate, I’d like to emphasise again how much the costuming on Killers of the Flower Moon brings the world of it alive. The meticulous research that went into it really shows on screen, and that’s worth rewarding.

My vote: Killers of the Flower Moon
My prediction: Poor Things

Best Film Editing

Anatomy of a Fall
The Holdovers
Killers of the Flower Moon
Oppenheimer
Poor Things 

Simple. The Holdovers for bringing back the slow fade.

My vote: The Holdovers
My prediction: The Holdovers

Best Cinematography

El Conde – Edward Lachman
Killers of the Flower Moon – Rodrigo Prieto
Maestro – Matthew Libatique
Oppenheimer – Hoyte van Hoytema
Poor Things – Robbie Ryan

Gonna be honest here, never been entirely sure exactly what the cinematographer does, so I’m just gonna go by vibes here — Maestro‘s recreation of old styles of screen visuals is meticulous, Poor Things looks very exciting, but I’m gonna have to give this one to Oppenheimer for the bomb sequence.

My vote: Oppenheimer
My prediction: Oppenheimer

These next few are… a little less thorough just because I haven’t, uhhhhhh, seen any but two of the films from the first five of the next eight categories. International, short, and documentary categories are big blindspots for me, something I should really work on. There’s three more awards I actually have opinions about at the end, though.

Best Animated Short Film

Letter to a Pig
Ninety-Five Senses
Our Uniform
Pachyderme
War Is Over!

Only heard anything at all about War Is Over!. Do people still love John Lennon?

My prediction: War Is Over!

Best Live Action Short Film

The After
Invincible
Knight of Fortune
Red, White and Blue
The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar

A beloved feature director showing up in the shorts is, perhaps, unfair. But this seems like an easy call.

My vote: The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar
My prediction: The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar

Best Documentary Short Film

The ABCs of Book Banning
The Barber of Little Rock
Island in Between
The Last Repair Shop
Nǎi Nai & Wài Pó

Only heard anything at all about The ABCs of Book Banning and The Last Repair Shop, and the former seems like the one people will vote for just based on the subject matter.

My prediction: The ABCs of Book Banning

Best Documentary Feature Film

Bobi Wine: The People’s President
The Eternal Memory
Four Daughters
To Kill a Tiger
20 Days in Mariupol

Genuinely not heard anything about any of these.

Best International Feature Film

Io Capitano (Italy)
Perfect Days (Japan)
Society of the Snow (Spain)
The Teachers’ Lounge (Germany)
The Zone of Interest (United Kingdom)

I’ve only seen The Zone of Interest, though I’ve also heard good things about The Teachers’ Lounge and Society of the Snow.

My vote: The Zone of Interest
My prediction: The Zone of Interest

Best Animated Feature

The Boy and the Heron
Elemental
Nimona
Robot Dreams
Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Finally, another real category. Spider-Verse was half a film, and Elemental was a nothingburger. But I can not begin to tell you how much I adored Nimona. My sweet, precious, biting child Nimona. Hard to imagine it’ll win, but my vote is my vote.

I think if Miyazaki had actually committed to retiring, I’d feel more confident predicting Boy and the Heron, but I don’t think the Academy will care about it more than it will care about Spider-V2rse.

My vote: Nimona
My prediction: Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Best Adapted Screenplay

American Fiction – Cord Jefferson; based on the novel by Percival Everett
Barbie – Greta Gerwig and Noah Baumbach; based on characters created by Ruth Handler
Oppenheimer – Christopher Nolan; based on the biography by Kai Bird and Martin J. Sherwin
Poor Things – Tony McNamara; based on the novel by Alisdair Gray
The Zone of Interest – Jonathan Glazer; based on the novel by Martin Amis

How do you judge adaptation? Barbie squeezes so much out of its source material that you start to wonder what they make those dolls out of, Oppenheimer mixes the strict fact of its source material with openly admitted fiction, for all that you can’t do many of the literary devices of the novel, Poor Things seems like it’s as fairly straight an adaptation of the source material’s raw story as you could make with Lanthimos’ sensibilities, while The Zone of Interest more just kinda does its own thing with it. I don’t know.

My vote: Oppenheimer
My prediction: Barbie

Best Original Screenplay

Anatomy of a Fall – Justine Triet and Arthur Harari
The Holdovers – David Hemingson
Maestro – Bradley Cooper and Josh Singer
May December – Samy Burch
Past Lives – Celine Song

I love three of the four of these I’ve seen, but what do I actually love about them? So much of it is in the performances, so much of it is in how it all comes together. But I always bring up the ambiguity of Anatomy of a Fall before I bring up Sandra Hüller, so let’s give it to it for its immaculate structure.

People seem to think May December was largely snubbed, so I can see that feeling coming together into votes here.

My vote: Anatomy of a Fall
My prediction: May December

To be continued! This is part one of two. Part two, out tomorrow, will cover the big six.

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    Something about me “not being in the industry” and “how did you get this number, please leave my family alone.”

On very busy men

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(Game of Thrones 1×05: The Wolf and the Lion)

1 The King…

“I thought being king meant I could do whatever I wanted.”

We’re all subject to something, someone. At King Robert’s level, he’s subject to the office, and as much to the people as the people are to him. Many of these characters are subject to their families, to systems that keep them in check, to traditions that none can conceive of dying. Anyone who might consider themselves free in this world would also have few meaningful connections, few ways to connect to society.

More loredumping — Bran is tasked by Maester Luwin with reciting the names and mottos of various Houses. What is a family motto if not being subject even to your dead ancestors?

2

Sky cells! Yikes!

3

Sansa and Arya both fight for the respect they crave, though they’re different respects. Sansa wants to be like her mother, and Arya like her brothers. One imagines Arya would be perfectly happy with Jon Snow’s life.

It’s a queer story, that. But the faux-medieval thing of it all is an extremely limiting factor to that ever going anywhere. Even with Ser Loras and his freshly-shaven boyfriend around, queerness here is about what people want, not who they are. And I hate to imagine what any of the many aggressively heterosexual shitheads in this show would say if they knew about them.

4 …and below

Who is most looked down upon in Westeros? There’s Tyrion, who is mocked and ignored, respected in this episode really by Ros the sex worker, and by Catelyn Stark and her entourage, for what he’s capable of, not for who he is. But he still has the ear of characters above him, could still get things done if need be. There’s Bran, whose disability and age put him in a similar place, without even the respect for what he can do.

I’m thinking also of the White Walkers, who are, at least, humanoid, but not even thought of as people.

“I’m the same as you”

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(Game of Thrones 1×04)

1 Spring

There should not be more than a month between me watching ones of these — the break strikes me as not particularly conducive to keeping up with yer who’s whos and what’s wheres and all that. Who was that prince again? Who’s fucking who again? I suppose for this one I’m Sam — who I like — on account of I, too, am new here.

2 A long time ago

People love to tell each other history in this show. When did people do what with dragons, who built the throne, who built the room, what made who legendary.

Do we do that in real life? Do we go on and on about what people did five hundred years ago? I feel like when we do it tops out at the edge of human memory — an American might reference Lyndon B Johnson, Brits might talk about the Blitz. But we don’t go much further back than that. As a cartoonist, the history of my field doesn’t stretch that far back, as a Dutch person the history of my country is fractured and divided. What emperor Karel V got up to on these lands in the year 1514 is functionally irrelevant to my life, and–

Wait, fuck, I teach art history, I do actually bring up 16th century artist Albrecht Dürer all the time.

Fuck.

3 Summer

I like Sam. But I especially like what his presence at the Wall tells us about the people around him. He’s not the fastest, the strongest, the hardest, or the best at anything. Their boss goes on and on about this, how Sam is soft and useless, about how he eager he’d be to eat him in a Donner Party situation. But Sam is kind and nice, qualities in short supply at the wall. And so, we must notice, who does and doesn’t value him and include him, who does and doesn’t see that he might not be all of those things everyone else has to be at the Wall, but that he is still there, with the rest of them, at the Wall?

“I’m the same as you,” Jon tells him. They’re talking about virginity, and bonding about both having been somewhat unlucky in the relevant regards. But they were both essentially sent there to get out of other people’s ways, they’re both at the edge of the world they know. They’re both there.

4 Winter

Tyrion: “I must say I received a slightly warmer welcome on my last visit.”

Well, yes. Winter is coming, after all.

Things That Are Coming

  1. Winter, still.
  2. A war of some kind.
  3. Bran’s testimony, though he supposedly has no memory of the accident.
  4. White Walkers.

The Pitcairn Review: “Contemporary View,” by Maze de Boer

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Being approximately the size of a large shoebox, the Pitcairn Museum for Contemporary Art is, probably, the world’s smallest museum. I walk past it several times a week, and would happily say it’s my favourite museum. But I’ve never seen any kind of serious writing about it, so in the spirit of living the change, enjoy this recurring feature.

The Pitcairn typically asks you to imagine standing in the space it presents, but for Maze de Boer’s Contemporary View, no imagination is necessary, because we’re already standing in the space. In fact, from this side of the fourth wall, we appear to be the art.

A photograph of the exhibit described in this review. We see the back of what is, relative to the scale of the space, a large canvas, and, in the corner, a tiny fire extinguisher.
“Contemporary View,” by Maze de Boer.

Or, in other words: Ah, a meta one.

From Exhibition Continues Upstairs by Gerbrand Burger and No Show by Maurice Bogeart, which play with the gallery’s implied but non-existent space, to Michell Bows’ Sorry for the Inconvenience, in which the lack of exhibit becomes the exhibit, the meta exhibit is, at this point, a standing tradition at the Pitcairn. Even the fourth wall break of the art gazing back upon you is nothing new, with Jelte van Lente’s Kijkers previously having taken a much more literal approach.

But what we have here is much more pared down than those. There’s no stairwell, no mirror1Unless you count your own reflection in the glass., nothing looking at you. The only things in the space are a large2Relatively speaking. canvas, visible only from behind, a bench, a fire extinguisher, and, in the very back of the space, a sign.3I need to remember to transcribe the text from a better picture.

A lightly blurry photograph of the sign in the back of the space. The text on it can't be made out.

Mostly, I’m bored here. So bored that this review has been sitting here unfinished for four months. The next exhibit will have gone the way of the courier service back to where it came from by the time this review goes up.

So let’s just turn it around. If we are the art… what are tiny visitors to the tiny museum seeing through the fourth wall? Or, well, what did they see, back in November?

A photograph of the street as seen from in front of the Pitcairn Museum.

I walk past there three times a week. Maybe parked vehicles, the top bit of a trash can, and ugly construction fences are inspiring to you, but they’ve lost a little of their luster to me.

The Pitcairn does not publish images of its full exhibits until they’re already gone, but with limited local exceptions, I’m writing for a global audience here. To publish without an image of the full exhibit robs that international audience of context, and to publish with full images spoils the full exhibition for people who might still want to go see it. As a compromise, these reviews run one week before the exhibit closes or, uh, much later.

Some of my photographs of the space have been lightly modified only to obscure my reflection in them.

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Review: “Rebel Moon — Part One: A Child of Fire” (2023)

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Also on Letterboxd, based on the usual Mastodon thread.

I feel about Mr Snyder’s work like most people do about the dentist, every now and then you come out and go “that wasn’t that bad,” but most of the time it’s like somebody is just violently wrestling your face. And 2023’s Rebel Moon — Part One: A Child of Fire is the exact oral fistfight it looks like.

Backing up a little, okay, so, in Star Wars, at the same time Luke’s aunt and uncle are killed offscreen by Stormtroopers, the film is in the middle of presenting this whole galaxy of magic that you, the viewer, want, nay, need to see more of. Luke, this innocent, a survivor of imperialist violence, touches but the edge of an imaginative world full of funny droids and cool swords and interesting people, and immediately you’re desperate to see him explore it, to see him bring his innocence into the galaxy, to see it through his eyes. There’s pain and loss and greed and corruption — but it’s a world full of love and life, too.

In 2023’s Rebel Moon — Part One: A Child of Fire, Mr Snyder’s equivalent of Luke is a brooding badass, already a highly-trained ex-military fighter, whose backstory is that her entire family is already long dead and she was trained by a different brooding badass. Having retired from being an action here, now her fight is against the people1Imagine the Empire from Star Wars, make their costumes 10% more Nazi, and stop there. who want to tear her village apart with visceral violence and explicitly sexual threat. Before she sets off on her quest, the world around Kora is depicted only as unpleasant, dangerous, hard to exist in — even on a better day it’s hard to imagine her having a particularly good one. And yet her quest is to put together a team2Because this is doing Seven Samurai just as much as it’s doing Star Wars. to defend her way of life on her South African-coded3I’m sorry, it’s literally called “Veldt.” home moon — even though nothing about her way of life on Space South Africa feels particularly worth defending. I certainly don’t want to see any fucking more of it. I’d like to see less of it!

The film truly never makes a case for her quest, or for anything at all, beyond that that’s… what you do in these. She doesn’t need to learn anything to go on it, she already knows who to reach out to. We get a cantina scene where they meet a pilot and get some exposition because that’s what they do in Star Wars, but the scene is homophobic, misogynist, and anti-sex work at the same time, and has none of the life in it you want from a cantina scene. We get episodic introductions to each team member because that’s what they do in Seven Samurai, but they’re all sketched so thinly that they might as well be cool action figures, clanking against each other plastically. The scene with the griffin-like bennu is straight from Avatar. You’ve seen every part of this before.

While the shift of focus to an already competent adult who knows what she needs to do might be an interesting flip on Star Wars in the hands of a competent storyteller — a Luke who’s blazing with righteous fury at the injustices of the world around him, discovering he has the power to do something about it4Wait, is that Anakin? — instead it all just serves to deliver the cold, oppressive bleakness Mr Snyder has so consistently forced upon the culture around him. It’s all just unpleasant.

I don’t want to accuse Mr Snyder of anything, but if I thought there was any kind of coherent ideology to this beyond “Star Wars and Seven Samurai are cool and Netflix will give me $166 million dollars to make a 2-part 5-hour crossover of those” I’d be extremely suspicious of a lot of what’s going on here.

On top of that it’s only half a film. In the rest of this review, I will

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    Wait, is that Anakin?

From the Starkzone to the Wallplace

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(Game of Thrones 1×03: “Lord Snow”)

1 On allegiances

Oh, Sean Bean’s folks and the Lannisters are separate things. Okay, okay, let’s write some of this out.

Ned Stark and the Starks in the, I wanna say, North. Winterfell? This is where Ned lives, though he’s out of town right now. Robb, Sansa, Arya, Bran are some of his kids, the latter is in bed, awake. Jon Snow is one of these guys, but a bastard, and attached to the Night’s Watch. Mrs Sean Bean is probably from some other grouping, but fuck knows who.

The Lannisters, then, obviously, in King’s Landing. Jaime and Cersei. Tyrion is part of this but also his own thing, also currently chilling at the Night’s Watch. Jaime is the one who chucked Bran out the window, that’ll probably come back to bite him in his naked ass. Cersei is Mrs King Robert, but also in a long-term incestuous thing with Jaime. Probably no protection from pregnancy in this world, so I assume Joffrey etc. are theirs, and that Robert doesn’t know. Lots of space for conflict here.

Daenerys and Jason Momoa and the rest of the Dothraki are their own thing. Ser Jorah is hanging out with them right now, as a sort of ambassador type figure connected to the… Starks? and so there’s a normal adult Daenerys can talk to who isn’t a grunting beefman. I think Ser Jorah is probably up to something. Daenerys’ brother seems like he’s probably not in season three, if you know what I mean.

If you’re in the Night’s Watch you’re very loyal to the Night’s Watch, but if you’re not you’re more like, wow, what a bunch of weirdoes in the Night’s Watch.

2 On places

I also haven’t really thought about geography yet, but the Starkzone is all autumnal, while Jamie’s place has palm trees. (It’s weird seeing the “Winter is coming.” guy next to a palm tree, I’m sorry.) The Wallzone is obviously where winter already is. Daenerys and the Dothraki are bare-shouldered, probably pretty warm there, too. Are these places very far away from each other? How far would I have to travel from my 5 celsius to see people in short sleeves?

I should pay more attention to the title sequence.

3 On contrasts

Arya is taught to fight as if it’s a form of dance, the Knight’s dance — when every death we’ve seen has been brutal, grotesque, awful. There’s only so much dancing you can do when somebody comes at you with a great big thing of metal that’ll cut you in half. Ned realises this, too.

4 On fantasy without fantasy

“I don’t believe that giants and ghouls and White Walkers are lurking beyond the Wall.”

You can tell which of those we’re meant to care about from which one the subtitles capitalise. No way are we ever seeing giants or ghouls.

Things That Are Coming

  1. Winter, still.
  2. A war of some kind.
  3. Bran’s testimony?
  4. White Walkers? Is this the same as winter? Are they just the friendly face of Father Winter?

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Alright, I’ve had a day.

So I bought a new chair. Well, my parents bought it for me, because it’s my birthday soon, and my chair has not been getting less creaky, it has felt like it could break in half for a while, good useful gift that I’ll get a lot of daily use out of for years. Happy birthday to me.1Well, on the 17th.

Ordered it online, because none of us felt like shoving it into a car and all that hassle, picked a delivery window when I knew I’d be home. That was yesterday, the morning of the fifth, I was home the whole time. It did briefly announce it would show up today instead, right while I’d be at the cinema, but that only lasted about an hour. A little weird, not a problem. And I am, indeed, home the whole time. And then the delivery window ends, I check the mail box, and discover the delivery person has missed me. Funny way to find out I wasn’t home at all.

It is at this point that I start to seriously consider my previously announced intention to destroy and eat the next mail van I see.

Anyway, now I’ve got to get this 22kg box from a supermarket a kilometre from my house. Which is a lot more hassle than it would’ve been with the car, for anyone. Realise that might be a lot for me on my own, so I ask the Brother, who lives 300 metres away from me.2Close enough that we can juuuust about wave at and see each other if I go up the roof. He’s happy to help, and leaving a work a little early, anyway, so we go that same afternoon.

The Plan: We take my bike, pop the box on top of the bike, two pairs of hands should get it home. Simple. We’re Dutch, we could solve a murder with a bike and two pairs of hands, and we could do it without the hands if we needed to.

Halfway to the supermarket, my bike announces its plan to decouple from three of the spokes on my back wheel. Clang clang clang. Thunk, thud. Three loose at once, damn. The metal on the wheel has bad cracks in it. That’s gonna mean a new wheel, baby. Sigh. Oh well. It’s a 10-year old bike, it’s a miracle it’s served me this well this long. I’ll take it to the guy after I come home.

Get to the store, pick up the package. Well, two packages, they had a book for me, too. Coincidence. We try a few different angles, get it on the bike, standing up on the, what do you call that, the pakjesdrager, literally the “package carrier,” the metal shelf thing over the back wheel. A package carrier carrying a package. This works fine, almost exactly like I’d expected.

It is at this point that I’d like to talk about the ways in which you’re wondering how this is gonna go wrong. Maybe the back wheel collapses. Maybe the box falls off. Maybe the whole bike just explodes. Maybe– No. It goes wrong in none of these ways. The box is heavy, it’s a bit of a walk with that kind of weight, but we know what we’re doing. Two hands on the bike, two hands on the box. We get it home. I thank the Brother profusely, and offer to buy Subway tomorrow, before the movie.

Once I get the box in the hallway, I suddenly have a thought. I ask the Brother, hey, if I go inside, can you do this real quick? I do, he does. The thing that should happen… doesn’t.

There’s a beat, like a silent penultimate panel in a comic strip that overuses those.

My doorbell doesn’t work.

fml.

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    Well, on the 17th.
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    Close enough that we can juuuust about wave at and see each other if I go up the roof.

On blogging (II)

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The oldest revision of this post is dated 21 September, 2023, and I think I must’ve deleted four or five different versions of it between then and now. In its first iteration, it was about, what have we learned from blogging for a month, from being off the old web forum for a little? What has changed about how I think, how I exist in the world? In a later iteration, I go through a bunch of posts and go, what worked, what didn’t? I posted none of these, obviously. They all felt annoying.

5 days into 2024, what I think each of these iterations have in common is what I’m trying to say with them. So let’s just say it without structure, without format: To a tee, every single revision of this post is trying to say, hey, I’m… better off.

In the end, the basic truth of it is, the fact at hand, it’s, with that one door closed and this one opened? I’m happier. Six months in, I like myself more, I like the shape of my life better, I like the sound of the two dozen audio tracks playing constantly in my head a lot better, than I did a year ago.

That’s all I wanted to say. Happy new year.

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