I feel like Barbie 2023 is doing what Charlie's Angels 2019 failed to do.
Because CA's big draw was "oooooo sparkly women stealing from men and their boss is a woman slay girl power #feminism" but it felt so..... performative? but Barbie is so sincere that it just draws me in in a way that charlies angels never managed to achieve
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At some point in the Barbie movie, I hope one of the villains steps on a tiny Barbie shoe because if you've ever had one of those clear plastic spikes spear your instep, the trauma is real.
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☆ - ̗̀✨ He's just Ken ✨ ̖́- ☆
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what was i made for?
“ophelia” by john everett millais but it’s barbie and for the sake of this concept let’s pretend that there is in fact water in barbieland
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I’d lose interest if I found out it wasn’t about horses too
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Ken's favorite movie is Spirit and you can't tell me otherwise. @lvsifer
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Chuck Dickens Has His Day In The Sun
It was the best of times...
It was the worst of times...
And somewhere on a sun-scorched L.A. sidewalk, I really hope there is a card carrying guild writer who is not suffering from heat stroke and manages to consider a modern day tale of two cities movies set amidst the strife and sorrow of modern day life and the class struggles and the gender struggles, and the race struggles that continue to exist. Wherein Chuck Dickens, producer, stepping outside in the scorching sun; runs across his old pal Carton. Carton, (whose nickname derives from his current state of homelessness), can barely recall what life was like before and during the year of the strike when the answers seemed so obvious and yet "it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness." While Dickens buys him lunch and they chat, and Carton thinks of one on his own: it was the age of conspicuous cruelty.
Is the tale I just constructed obscenely obvious (as to its origin) and didactic in its manner? Yep. But that's because I'm not the talent; the writers are. The artists are. Not the machines, but the humans. The ones who come up with the stories that make us laugh and cry and rage and wonder and most importantly: think, consider, imagine the possibilities.
I cannot imagine life without the tapestry of human experiences that continue to be woven as we speak. Pay the humans who help us discover perspectives, who help provide services and goods that improve our lives, and whose labor and efforts have value beyond numbers and machines. The choice to have done the better thing is sometimes made too late and the Age of Regret begins.
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