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So this morning, I watched World's Greatest Dad for the first time. His recent suicide is a powerful lens into the mechanics of the story. No spoilers, but it's an intense exploration of identity, transference, and projection ("I didn't choose to be born," from the son is all Sartre). If you can, check it out on Netflix, they have a whole RW thing going on right now. Then, afterward, compare "Wheatfield with Crows" by Van Gogh. SIA
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Blue Star posted:I watched The Fisher King and World's Greatest Dad for the first time this week. Enjoyed both. Also rewatched The Birdcage and Jumanji. Living a lie is one of the most soul-crushing things you can do, even if it seems to make other people happy. I learned that from serving under DADT in the marines. The film (written by Bobcat Goldthwait) was an allegory for his own life and never being understood by the people who loved only an ideation of him, who shunned the sight of his real face and voice and personal problems that couldn't be sublimated into funny jokes. There are certain types of anguish that we are conditioned to neglect. Running to parents when you're a child and telling them you're sad makes them just try to convince you that you aren't really sad and your pain is illegitimate ("how can be sad? we feed you and give you stuff to play with") and if you keep it up, you get a ride to the therapist. However, telling them you have a stomach ache or some other somatic issue elicits sympathy, because that's something within their power to treat and diagnose. In so many ways, we're all just big dumb kids, and we can never truly understand one another. (lmao @ life)
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