Just saw someone on Twitter complain about the lack of Japanese people in Oppenheimer, and what did you expect??? Did you want the final act to be the bomb dropping and see people burning alive???
The reason why we don't see a Japanese perspective is because one, including a Japanese perspective, just to see how bad the suffering was would be exploitation. Two, to see an accurate and sensitive take on how the japanese felt about Oppenheimer, Christopher Nolan (as incredible as he is) isn't the right person to do this. And three, it's based on Oppenheimer's biography
Oppenheimer, the movie, literally shows you people (mostly the superiors, because by the middle/end of it you see Oppenheimer regretting his creation) doing something dubious and inhumane because they removed themselves away, both emotionally and physically, from the people they are hurting.
Nagasaki and Hiroshima only exist in those men's distant thoughts and imaginations. One guy literally asks to take a city off the bombing because that's where he had his honeymoon. It's disturbing and unsettling, as if those people were not real human beings. The lack of Japanese people drives the entire point home.
Also, Japanese cinema is right there. Barefoot Gen, Grave of the Fireflies, or Hiroshima (responsible for showing to many Americans the effects of the bombs for the first time) are just a few of the many, many decades of post-war Japanese movies we have
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A wave of nausea hit you, sending you reeling back from your papers. You grasped your stomach, willing the pain to go away. There was a deadline set for this work and of course you being you had to wait last minute to finish.
You glimpsed at the time, 1:03am, the paper was due at 6:00am and you were hoping to get some sleep before then.
A knock sounded before the door opened, "Hey love, you okay?"
It was your husband, John. You had forgotten he came back from a mission two days ago. You've just been too busy with work.
"I'm alright."
"You sure?"
He raised an eyebrow at you. Maybe it was the way you were hunched over or the papers scrawled all over the office desk. Or the time...Time.
You had to finish this paper now. For both your mental and physical well-being, but none of it was making any sense.
The words started to jumble on the pages.
You didn't know when, but John came back with a plated sandwich.
"It's not much, but you haven't any yet."
You mumbled a thanks before going back to writing. Your lover watched over you, waiting for you to pick up and eat the sandwich he made.
"Gonna eat, love?"
"Yeah, yeah," you mumbled, too focused on thinking of what to write. So focused that you didn't realize when John started tapping his arm in impatience.
It was only when he stood right behind you with his hand on your wrist, pulling your arm away from what needed to be done.
"You need some sleep."
"But I have to finish this!"
He grabbed your arm, pulling you away from the desk and chair. You wouldn't fight him. You didn't have the strength to do so because you were too tired.
He laid both of you down, wrapping an arm around you.
"Goodnight, love."
"Goodnight," you laid awake with your eyes wide open. Your thoughts were too big for your head and it felt like you needed rest, but you couldn't.
"I didn't eat the sandwich you made me."
"Huh?" He was confused by your statement.
You repeated yourself, "I didn't eat the sandwich you made me."
You could imagine him closing his eyes again while he spoke, "You can eat it in the morning."
A moment passed before he sighed and pulled you closer into his arms. The married couple snuggled together for both warmth, love, and comfort. They understood one another and that was all that mattered between them.
Sometimes moments of comfort like this makes one want to dream.
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Ty paused too, rooting around in the pocket of his hoodie. "I have something for you."
Kit rolled up the bag of chips and stashed it behind a rock. "You do?"
Ty produced a small white stone, about the size of a golf ball, with a rune etched into it. "Your witchlight rune-stone. Every shadowhunter has one." He took Kit's hand unselfconsciously and pressed the stone into his palm. A hot flutter went through Kit's stomach surprising him. He'd never felt anything like it before.
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i love. all powerful whumpers. i know i talk about this a lot but i just really absolutely love when a whumper controls every aspect of whumpee's life. not even as a human, but more as a god. a being so far above whumpee that they genuinely have no chance of fighting back.
maybe whumper literally created whumpee, and is now playing with them like a puppet. and whumpee is forced to bump into the invisible walls of their confined world over and over again, realising again and again that they can only ever go as far as whumper allows.
and maybe... sometimes... whumpee thinks they have outwitted whumper. they find a little loophole, a glitch in the matrix, a tear in the fabric of their artificial reality. they take the opportunity immediately, thinking they're about to be free... only to end up as a pawn in whumper's game yet again. the opening was put there on purpose, specifically for whumpee to find. and where it led was entirely controlled. and whumper enjoyed every second of this delightful little show of whumpee feeling some hope, only for it to be violently ripped away.
again.
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