a month ago i picked up a book on stage directing in my school’s black box and opened to a random page and it was something about making shakespearean actors rehearse by adding the word fuck to their lines to turn the archaic language into something familiar for the emotional resonance (of course taking it out as rehearsals move along to fix rhythm/etc but just to start off) and the example it gave was the solid flesh speech. like. iirc it was specifically “but two fucking months dead”
and like. im obsessed with this. as a concept. not even for acting i just think it’s so fucking funny. to be or not to be, that’s the fucking question. is this a fucking dagger i see before me. this is the excellent fuckery of the world -
What fucking fire is in mine ears? Here is my fucking butt.
“Press not a falling man too fucking far!” - Lord Chamberlain,Henry VIII, Act 3 scene 2
One of my absolute favourite things in the world is a ‘fuck run’. If the energy is too low, or the intensity is dropping the director might ask you to run a scene, or sometimes even the whole play, and insert ‘fuck’ or any of its derivatives wherever you feel the urge to. I have never experienced anything so quickly and ferociously liven a scene. It’s like a defibrillator.
Once did the last half of Oedipus Rex as a ‘fuck run’ leading to such incredible double entendres as: ‘Oedipus, son, dear child, who motherfucking bore you’.
Other highlights from times I’ve either taken part or seen a fuck run:
“I would eat his heart in the fucking marketplace” ”I have, of late, though wherefore I know the fuck not, lost all my motherfucking mirth.” “Your royal father’s fucking murdered.” “Fuckfuckfuck. O, by fucking who?” ”Gentlemen, remember that I am a fucking ass” ”Why the fuck did you bring these fucking daggers from the place? They must lie fucking there! Fuck! Go fucking carry them, and smear the sleepy grooms with fucking blood” “Screw your courage the FUCKING sticking place and we’ll not fail”
Other highlights from
times I’ve either taken part
or seen a fuck run:
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I am not a little girl, I understand that when Biggie Smalls said “they dont call me Big for nothing” he meant his penis. But when Hunnid-P, appearing as Knuckles on the Sonic Adventure 2 soundtrack, said “they don’t call me Knuckles for nothing”… what did he mean?
he meant it’s only as long as your knuckle. and theres 4 of them
he meant it’s only
as long as your knuckle. and
theres 4 of them
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the twitter communists currently are getting mad because some random undergrads made an edible burrito tape bc they should instead be doing medical research
i had to work hard to make sure the similarly corrosive take of “only few people in the world make their own food” also fit in the screenshot
lest y’all think i was making up a conversation that wasn’t in the op the comments are all like this
btw the vaccine in question is a cancer treatment (ie. not a preventative/immunization) similar to another one already also used in the US and is currently undergoing clinical trials in the US.
Okay, but also the tape is getting glossed over a lot. Seriously, food safe tape could be revolutionary for people with poor mobility/one hand or any other kind of disabilities that don’t have the ability to hold something closed while they eat it. This is really beneficial to a lot of people and pretending it isn’t simply because it doesn’t cure cancer is pretty stupid.
“This thing could make life a little easier for disabled people!”
“So what? It doesn’t cure cancer. Dipshit.”
“This thing could make life
a little easier for
disabled people!”
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All the weird misinterpretations and revisions of Russian history aside, Anastasia is one of my favourite movies because its plot structure is so fucking weird
It’s a period piece romance. That’s cool, that’s all well and good, except that on the sidelines there’s an undead warlock who’s trying so hard to kill the protagonist, but all in ways that the protagonist either doesn’t notice or doesn’t accept as supernatural
And it isn’t a twist! The audience knows about the warlock! The warlock has a villain song! The warlock is one of the principal characters! But the protagonist spends 95% of the movie completely unaware of the warlock, and just spends the entirety of the movie doing period piece romance things while being repeatedly inconvenienced by the warlock until the climax, when the protagonist has to very suddenly
Acknowledge the existence of the warlock
Acknowledge the existence of the supernatural
See some real-ass goddamn magic
Kill the warlock
I have never seen a movie with a plot structure like this before, and I don’t think I’ll see one like it ever again. It’s like an adaptation of Pride and Prejudice that turns Lady Catherine into a vampire who’s just repeatedly trying to drink Lizzy’s blood, but Lizzy doesn’t even notice until the climax whereupon she stuffs Lady Catherine’s mouth with garlic and cuts off her head (an adaptation I would kill to see, by the way). There are two completely different genres playing out at the same time, and one of them is trying to kill the other
Anyways that’s why the stage musical is bad, thank you and good night
Anyways that’s why
the stage musical is bad,
thank you and good night
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- the Specific Vod, logging in to take care of things with some switchy back and forth POV dream sequences manipulating minecraft mechanics and grand speeches, taking a solid hourish and some, dealing with major interpersonal relationships and grand revelations
- 5 hours deep into a building stream Dream just shows up at Foolish’s house
- 5 hours deep into
a building stream Dream just shows
up at Foolish’s house
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