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delopsia · 3 months

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If Outer Range's characters truly are loosely based on the Greek Gods, then Royal is Chronos, Cecelia is Rhea, Rhett is Zeus, and Maria is Hera.

Let me explain.

The moment Outer Range's season one starts, we open up with a stormy shot of Royal and his horse, Tilly, riding in a dark field with Trevor's body.

Voiced over the shot is Royal speaking to the audience, "You know anything about a Greek god called Chronos? He carried a sickle. He used it to cut a hole. A tear in the cosmos, between heaven and earth, to separate this world from the next. To separate the known from the unknown."

Immediately, we establish a link to Greek Mythology, and this is repeated later in the episode when Autumn catches Royal throwing Trevor into the hole. Through season one, we learn that Royal has used the hole to time travel on three occasions.

To escape the shame of accidentally killing his father

When Autumn pushes him into the hole

And when he jumped back in after the hole transported him three years into the future.

Through this, it's somewhat implied that Royal is Chronos. He doesn't carry a sickle yet, but he is deeply linked to this hole; he's the only one aware of its presence aside from Wayne. The hole is consistently there when he needs it. To escape his father's death. To hide Trevor's body. To show him what will happen in three years, if he does not change fate. And it deliberately returns him to the exact time period he just left.

But that isn't the only thing.

I've seen a lot of debate on whether Cronus, God of the Harvest, and Chronos, God of Time, are the same entity. For this interpretation, I'm arguing that Royal is based on both because he shares characteristics of both of them. For simplicity's sake, I'm just going to keep saying "Chronos" since that's how they spell it in the show's official subtitles.

Royal is depicted as a cattle rancher; he's a harvester of some fashion. In art, Chronus is often depicted with a gray beard, and I find it fun that Royal happens to share this feature. Is it exact? No, but its a detail in common.

Now here's where I get to the big thing. When Royal was nine and jumped through the hole, it brought him to "present time" as we'll call it, where he was taken in by the Abbott's as their own, and lived along side Cecelia, who he later married. Technically speaking, Cecelia was Royal's adoptive sister.

What did Chronos do? He married his sister, Rhea, the goddess of the Earth. Establishing Royal as Chronos and Cecelia as Rhea.

Now that I've laid that groundwork let me get to something nifty.

Rhett is Zeus.

Here is a photo shared by Amazon Prime on their Instagram.

This photo originates from the S1E2 scene when Royal reveals what happened after Autumn pushed him into the hole (refresher: he traveled roughly three years into the future). As pictured below, it's the same outfit.

You're probably wondering what the hell an outfit is supposed to tell us. Well, I'll show you. The belt buckle.

Here's his S1 buckle compared to the one in the future.

S1:

Future:

We can assume that this is the buckle Rhett earns during episode 8, after he wins the Amelia County Rodeo Finals. It's a huge tradition that bull riders win buckles, and they wear these literal trophies with pride. With how Rhett has been chasing this dream for a decade, we can assume he's going to wear the ever-living hell out of that buckle.

But do you see that on his buckle? That, my friend, is a lightning bolt.

Who is the God of Lightning? Zeus. The lightning bolt (or thunderbolt) was his most iconic weapon.

But we can't draw from that, no no no. I have something else.

In S1E1, we are introduced to the fact that Rhett sleeps around a lot, a trait Zeus is infamous for. Who haven't they slept with? Until his childhood crush, Maria comes back into town, and he's still just as crazy about her, despite her never reciprocating his advances (until now) and telling him (in Spanish) that she doesn't usually go out with men like him.

Similarly, Zeus was enchanted by Hera, the Goddess of Marriage. (Haha, get it, Maria...Marriage...similar words...I'll stop) but she didn't want a damn thing to do with him. But as the story goes, both Maria and Hera come around and agree to be with them.

Which establishes Rhett as Zeus and Maria as Hera.

Edit: I remembered another detail, Zeus and Rhett are both the youngest sons!

I don't have a solid standing on this portion, but Perry reminds me a bit of Poseidon.

Poseidon was angry with Odysseus for blinding his son, Polyphemus. While Perry doesn't have a son, he does have a daughter, Amy. Who was "blinded" by her past and became Autumn. It's a stretch, but I wanted to share the thought lmao.

This...does partially concern me about how Rhett's relationship with Maria may be depicted in season two, but you know what? I am ✨brilliant✨at sticking my head in the sand.

#i gotta get this out of my drafts im sorry #del's tin hat thoughts #outer range #rhett abbott

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peachhoneii · 6 years

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Plane Crazy: DTFW Day #2

A/N: DTFamWeek #2…DUCKS. Here is a small dash of itty bitty Donald and Family. Huey, Dewey, and Louie got their trouble making tendencies from someone, and it wasn’t Scrooge. Poor Cousin Abner

Abner was going to be in trouble. He was going to be in more trouble than he ever was and ever was going to be. He didn’t have time to think about that now. He curled his wings around his beak and shouted, “Fethry, where ya’ at?”

“Fethry!” The name was repeated at loud, desperate volumes across the farm. Fethry! Where he could have gone, Abner wondered. He had taken his eye off of him for a second. All it had taken was that single second, and toddler Fethry was gone the next.

“He isn’t in the chicken coop,” Donald huffed.

“He isn’t in the pig pen.” Gladstone scrunched his face in disgust, “But I did find this extremely rare coin, says Grandma.”

“Seriously.” Donald glared, “You’re worrying about some nickel when Fethry’s missing!”

Gladstone pulled back as if slapped, “Course not! Just sayin’ I found it. He was not in the pig pen.”

“He ain’t in the kitchen!” Gus honked and shoved the morning’s breakfast into his mouth, “Checked the basement too – ain’t there.”

Not in the chicken coop. Not in the pig pen. Not the basement. Not in any of his favorite hidey spaces in the house. Abner started to wheeze. This was not good. What would Grandma say? What would his parents say? He didn’t want to imagine their expressions, the horror, the shock, the disbelief – no, the guilt.

He needed to find Fethry.

“We haven’t checked the barn.” Donald suggested, sensing their eldest cousin was about to enter panic mode, “And we haven’t seen Della, y’know.”

Gladstone’s eyes widened, “We haven’t,” he tapped his beak thoughtfully, “where’d she say she was going again?”

“I don’t know.”

A moment of silence passed between them.

“We need to get to the barn.”

The three ran with Gus not too far behind. At a distance they heard the distant cries of amusement and potential danger, and Abner felt his heart throb painfully in his chest. Della was clever and daring. Fethry was odd enough to try almost anything.

Della and Fethry? Della and Fethry. He swung the barn door open, “Fethry, Dels!”

Gladstone was the one who pointed up, “Look, there they are,” and Abner directed his attention to the top of the barn, “wow, they’re really high.”

“What are they doing?” Donald panted behind them, “Dels, what are ya’ doing?”

Abner didn’t have to think hard on it. Della had somehow crafted a makeshift plane out of the old materials left in Grandpa’s shed. Fethry stood behind the makeshift plane as Della, ill dressed for her first flight, readied the controls.

How? He didn’t have time to ask how or when or what before he screeched, “Della Downy and Fethry Humperdink!”

They peeked over their work, seeing their brothers and cousins below, and they shared an uneasy glance, “Hi Abner, what ya’ doin’ down there?”

“You know what I’m doing!” Abner shouted, “Now, come down y’all. We were lookin’ everywhere for ya’.”

“But we’re not finished yet!” Della said. Fethry added, “We oughta test it, Delsie.”

“That’s a really bad iea,” Donald shouted.

“Like a really bad one.”

“You’re agreeing with me.” Donald faced Gladstone who shrugged his shoulders indifferently, “Grandma’s gonna be mad.”

“Not after she sees this!” It was possible Fethry was not the one who pushed the self-manufactured tale. His fingers brushed gently against the metal, not so much to force it forward, but gravity’s fiddle played its part.

The boys screamed in terror as she and her machine propelled towards them, propellor spinning. They broke apart, Donald and Gladstone to the left and Abner to the right. Landing in hay, they watched in dumb shock as the plane didn’t reach its predicted hot, rolling into the corn stalks. Chicken squawked, pigs squealed, and the goats graze disinterestedly as the makeshift plane came to a loud, rackety stop in the middle of the corn field.

There was shocked, terrified silence. Abner pushed himself up, confused as to where he was supposed to start.

Smoke trailed up from the corn field’s center, “I’m okay! Engine’s busted though!”

“She lives!” Fethry cheered.

Abner glared sharply.

“I come down now.”

“Yeah, you should.”

Abner rubbed his eyes. His heart rate decreased steadily, “Donald, you and Gladdy take Fethry to the house. I’ll drag Della out.”

“Are you sure ‘bout that, cuz?” Gladstone tilted his head towards the corn field, “You might need some luck to get that thing out…or to not destroy all Grandma’s crops.”

Abner thought, “Donny, take Fethry to the house. Gladdy, you come with me.”

Donald was about to protest until he saw the wired tiredness in Abner’s face. He gripped Fethry’s hand, “I’ll get you some strawberry, milk.”

“With pickles?”

He winced, “Yeah, sure, whatever you want, Fethry.”

In the corn field, Della stumbled out. They all watched her snatch her goggles and hat off, covered in black smoke from head to toe, “Oh come on, that made good distance!”

“I’ll get the tin tub too,” Donald whispered to Abner.

“Good idea.”

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #donald duck #della duck #dtfamweek #gladstone gander #fethry duck #abner duck #mywriting #miilkywrites #duckfiction

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isabeledmiston · 3 years

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Pajaros del Amor

The sun was setting, casting marbled shadows over the spiked red rocks that ringed a gob of runoff from a long-ago rainstorm. The earth glowed like a poker.

Del glanced up in time to catch Paloma mid-leap between the high points of two stones. Her hands scrabbled and she kicked for a foothold.

“Get down.” he snapped at her. “Hey! Quit fooling around.”

She dragged herself up and stood on the ledge, spinning her arms for balance.

Del saw the nameless girl in Louisiana who jumped from the window. He could still see little bones snapped flat and her skirts rucked up, red rills pouring from under the lace in her hair.

“Hey!”

Paloma dipped her chin towards him and blinked, as if she didn’t understand.

Since he first met her, when she’d shown up with Beck at the station with her little purse for the stolen gold, he’d known she was clever. There was no glint in the eyes that gave her away. He just felt her having thoughts, like quicksilver fish in still water.

She didn’t speak any English, but he knew she understood him.

Devil.

She sprung up onto her toes and climbed higher.

“Hey. Jenny.” Del put his hands on his belt and looked up at her. “Quit wasting time. We gotta get moving.”

He wasn’t partial to leaving her here, not all the way, but she was wearing him down. He was tired and sick of her. And if she fell and broke her neck, that was her problem.

But she didn’t fall and break her neck. She floated down from stone to stone like she was caught on the wind, skidding down the last slope and stopping at the edge of the water, nestled in her puffed-up petticoats like a kid in a pile of leaves.

The girl who killed herself in Louisiana had a brown dress, too. Only velvet, instead of dull cotton. She’d been made to do it. And it shouldn’t bother him to see Paloma jumping around like that.

He applauded her slowly, and she pretended to preen.

“Hey. Jenny.”

She didn’t look up. Her small brown feet poked out from beneath her dress and kicked up the edge of the water.

He sat back on his heels and dropped his rucksack in the dust. “Fine. Fine. Paloma.”

She looked up.

“We have to go.” he jerked his head toward the horse, who was dozing at the other edge of the pool.

She held his gaze, slowly inching one leg into the water.

It was his fault for taking her swimming the first time. They’d come across a lake along the New Mexico border, and he’d let her hold onto his shoulders while he swam laps.

“No.” he pointed at the horse. “We have to find somewhere to camp.”

She raised her eyebrows, mimicking him. He mimed eating, and that got her moving. She sprung up and helped him saddle Elk.

Del put her up on the horse and they walked toward the sun, where orange clouds spilled from windswept slashes in the endless blue like loose stuffing.

They came up on the edge of the valley. Del felt along her hip for the gold sewn into the bulk of her crinoline.

She slapped his hand and glared for a moment before she realized what he was doing. She rolled her eyes and suffered his grubby hands as he checked for the three gold blocks, then seven in the saddle bag.

They had everything in that saddle bag— tooth powder, coffee, soap cakes with Paloma’s 25/75 score—and she made plain without words the bigger half was for him— two tin forks, cups, shallow bowls, tonic, flint, and a comb. Gold. What they didn’t have was clean water.

But they’d reach town by tomorrow, and the important thing was Elk got a nice long drink at the pool back there. Poor horse was having more trouble carrying Paloma than Del would have.

He’d been so spritely only a few weeks ago, when they’d found him tied up to a nice stage coach— Paloma had given him hell for that one, even after he’d let her name him, “Elkabayo.”

They found a roll of soft, sunbaked Earth to set up camp. Del swung Paloma down from the saddle. Elk laid down and flopped onto his side like a dog under a porch. The first time he did it, Del thought he was lame. He’d almost shot him.

“Fool horse.” he scratched the brown spot on his muzzle.

They shook out the bedrolls and scrapped together a fire from brush. By the time they had it going, the desert was dark and cold again.

They had what was leftover from their breakfast at the inn, and some bread and jerky.

When Del was done, Paloma’s hand inched into his line of sight, offering a handful of bread, so soft it held fingerprints. He took it and ate it crumb by crumb.

She asked him a question. He took a guess at what it could be— not that it mattered how he answered.

“I figure we’ll hit town by sundown tomorrow.” he leaned back onto his bedroll and tugged his hat down over his eyes. “We’ll meet with Sidney, give him his cut, and then we can go on to California. I have a cousin who might want you, if he’s not already married. How’s that sound, Jenny?”

After a few moments she responded with bright, scathing nonsense.

He only called her Jenny anymore to get on her nerves. She was nothing like little Jenny, except for when she talked like that. Nagging sounded the same in every language.

“Well what do you want me to do about it?” said Del. “Town’s another eight miles at least. We can finish off the trip tonight if you want.”

She sized him up and shoved their saddle bag between them, handing off the rest of the food and crowding him out of her space.

“Alright, alright.” He rolled clear of the fire, where the blue dark ebbed at the edge of their campsite like a pool of cool water. “You don’t want to go there in the dark, anyway.”

Elk made a nagging noise, echoing Paloma, and Del pulled his hat down over his face.

#western #anthology #writing

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weekendwarriorblog · 5 years

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WHAT TO WATCH THIS WEEKEND April 12, 2019 - HELLBOY, LITTLE, MISSING LINK, AFTER

We’re almost midway through April (already?) but that also means that we’re one week closer to Marvel’s Avengers: Endgame, which is probably the only movie everyone is really waiting for anyway, going by advance ticket sales.

For those who can’t wait for more super-heroics, Mike Mignola’s HELLBOY (Lionsgate) gets another go in theaters, this time played by David Harbour (Stranger Things) and directed by Neil Marshall (Game of Thrones). I wish I could say I was looking forward to seeing this, but frankly, I loved Guillermo del Toro’s Hellboy: The Golden Army, and I have secretly wished for the last ten years that he would be able to continue that story with Ron Perlman, Doug Jones and the rest. This one has some interesting casting including Ian McShane, Milla Jovovich as the main baddie, Sasha Lane and Daniel Dae Kim. I guess with that cast, maybe it won’t be so bad? I expect the movie will be more geared towards the fanboys and girls rather than the mainstream audiences that have been flocking to other comic movies. (My review is now over at The Beat… and I hated it!)

Universal and Will Packer Productions are offering some interesting counter-programming to Hellboy in the comedy remake (of sorts) LITTLE, written and directed by Tina Gordon and starring Regina Hall, Issa Rae and Marsai Martin (from ABC’s Black-ish). This is the type of body-swapping comedy that’s delivered some great laughs in movies like both Freaky Friday, Tom Hanks’ Bigand others like Jennifer Garner’s 13 Going on 30. I mean, there’s still so much that can be done with this sort of thing as seen by Shazam!, and this sort of high-concept premise is also fairly easy to sell audiences. I missed the press screening of this, but if I have a few moments in April (it might happen!) I’d go check it out.

The other movie I saw that’s opening this weekend is LAIKA’s new stop-motion animated film MISSING LINK (Annapurna/UA Releasing), featuring the voices of Hugh Jackman, Zoe Saldana and Zach Galifianakis. I’m not going to review the movie even though I generally liked it, mainly since it’s been a minute since I watched it, but if you like some of LAIKA’s other films (particularly director Chris Butler’s earlier film ParaNorman) then you should enjoy this one, and like with all of LAIKA’s movies, I

Lastly, there’s Aviron’s AFTER, another teen romance drama, this one based on Anna Todd’s fan fiction that pairs Hero Fiennes Tiffin (Ralph’s nephew) and Josephine Langford in the type of Y.A. romantic drama that has had mixed results in recent years. Sure, the recent Five Feet Apartdid fine but others, like last year’s Midnight Sun, released by the defunct Global Road, barely made $10 million. Since I haven’t seen the movie – honestly, I haven’t even watched a trailer -- I’m not really sure what the appeal of this is going to be except that some younger women may not have much interest on other options this weekend.

LIMITED RELEASES

Well, I totally screwed up last week… including one movie that was delayed until this week and neglecting a movie which I thought opened this week. (This is why you need to keep me apprised on date changes, publicists!)

Actor Max Minghella makes his directorial debut with TEEN SPIRIT (Bleecker Street), starring Elle Fanning as Violet, a young woman from the Isle of Wight who hopes to get out of her smalltown blues by performing on a popular talent television show called “Teen Spirit.” Helping her out is the scraggly Vlad (Croatian actor Zlatko Burik, who starred in Nicolas Refn’s Pusher trilogy) who was an opera singer in Croatia and offers to manage Violet and help her get to the finals of the show. While Elle is no Aretha Franklin, I was truly impressed with her singing voice as well as Minghella’s screenplay and direction of the film which has a distinctive look and tone but is also a movie with quite a lot of mainstream appeal. If you like television shows like The Voice and American Idol, you might be interested in seeing one contestant’s (fictional) journey to get onto one of those shows.

You can read my interview with writer/director Max Minghella over at the Beat.

The movie I left out of last week’s column is HIGH LIFE (A24), the new movie and first in English from French auteur Claire Denis, which stars Robert Pattinson, André Benjamin, Juliette Binoche and Mia Goth. I saw the movie at the New York Film Festival last year, but I guess I never got around to writing about it, but I wish I did. Not that I particularly liked the movie, but if I wrote about it, at least I could remember what it was about. I know it takes place on a spaceship with a bunch of astronauts including Pattinson and his young daughter, all of them trying to survive.

But my absolutely favorite new movie of the weekend is Alex Ross Perry’s HER SMELL (Gunpowder and Sky), starring Elisabeth Moss as Becky Something, the lead singer of an all-girl punk band who have hit the big time but are about to implode due to Becky’s addictions and eccentricities. Becky also has a baby daughter who she is constantly neglecting and her bandmates (Agyness Deyn, Gayle Rankin) and everyone is worried about her. I’ve liked some of Perry’s past work, but something about this one really connected, maybe because I spent a couple decades working in the music business, so I can relate to the frustrated engineer in the recording studio section of the film. Moss, obviously, is amazing as Becky, a role that puts her through all the highs and lows of success and fame, but I also liked the cast around her, actors like Cara Delevigne and Amber Heard who I barely could recognize in their respective wigs. I actually saw this at the New York Film Festival, and I liked it even more when I watched it again recently. It opens in New York on Friday and in L.A. and other cities next Friday, and I hope to have an interview with Perry, probably over at NextBigPicture by next week some time.

A movie that I hoped would play the Toronto Film Festival in 2017, but instead got up in the Harvey Weinstein scandal was Garth Davis’ MARY MAGDALENE (IFC Films), the follow-up to his Oscar-nominated film Lion. It stars Rooney Mara as the title character and her real-life boyfriend Joaquin Phoenix as Jesus… and just hat last part gets me worried just because I remember Rodrigo Garcia’s Last Days in the Desert a few years back, starring Ewan McGregor as Jesus. This is being released this weekend into about 50 theaters in select cities after playing in just about every other country in the world last year as it sought out a new U.S. distributor.

Italian filmmaker Matteo Garrone of Gamorrah fame returns with DOGMAN (Magnolia), a crime thriller set in a small seaside village where a dog groomer named Marcello (Marcello Fonte) is being coerced into committing petty crimes by an ex-boxer bully named Simoncino. Apparently, this is based on true events, and I generally liked it, particularly the performance of Fonte. It opens at the Film Forum and at the Film Society of Lincoln Center Friday, as well as the Landmark Nuart in L.A. It will expand to more California theaters on April 19.

Martial arts fans will want to check out master fight choreographer Yuen Woo-Ping’s latest The Ip Man Legacy: Master Z (Well GO USA), starring Max Zhang as Cheung Tin Chi, who is trying to make a life in Hong Kong with his young son after being defeated by Master Ip. The movie also stars the legendary Michelle Yeoh (in a great sequence with Zhang), Tony Jaa (ditto) and Dave Bautista… yeah, well I guess two out of three isn’t bad, but Bautista is pretty terrible, and the movie is disjointed in its storytelling. But the action is cool, so there’s that! It opens in select theaters this weekend.

Eva Husson’s Girls of the Sun (Cohen Media Group) stars Golshifteh Farahan (Pasterson) as Bahar, commander of the “Girls of the Sun” battalion, who are set to free their hometown from extremists, while also freeing her son. Emmanuelle Bercot (My King) plays a French journalist who is embedded with the warriors during the mission. Husson’s film opens at the Quad,Landmark 57and the FIAF Florence Gould Hall (now showing first-run films) on Friday, as well as the Laemmle Monica Film Center in L.A.

A movie I sadly had to miss at this year’s Oxford Film Festival is V. Scott Balcerek’s doc Satan & Adam (Cargo), a movie that took twenty years to make, as Balcerek pulls together two decades of documentary footage of the blues duo that were a fixture in Harlem in the late ‘80s and early ‘90s. “Satan” is Sterling Magee, who played with so many greats but felt exploited so he walked away from the music scene, before being joined by Adam Gussow, an Ivy league scholar…but then Magee vanished, and the film follows what happened after that.

I had heard great things about Kaili Blues director BiGan’s Long Day’s Journey into Night (Kino Lorber), when it played a number of film festivals last year. It follows a man, played by Huang Jue, who is haunted by a woman from his post who he goes looking for her. And it includes a substantial single shot in 3D… for no particular reason that I could ascertain. To call the movie a “slog” would be an insult to actual slogs, and I barely could stay awake while watching it. It’s playing at the Metrograph and Film Society of Lincoln Center starting Friday.

Also now playing at Film Forum is Camille Vidal-Naquet’s debut feature drama Sauvage/Wild (Strand Releasing) following a gay sex worker, played by Felix Maritaud from BPM (Beats Per Minute).

Tim Disney’s William, opening at New York’s Cinema Village and L.A.’s Laemmle Monica Film Center, is a love story between two scientists who fall in love while trying to clone a Neanderthal from ancient DNA creating William, the first Neanderthal to walk the earth in 35,000 years. The film stars Will Brittain, Waleed Zuaiter, Maria Dizzia and Beth Grant.

Gilles de Maistre’s Mia and the White Lion (Ledafilms Entertainment Group) is an ambitious film about a ten-year-old named Mia whose family moves to Africa to manage a lion farm, bonding with a white lion she names Charlie. The film was shot over three years, so that the film’s young starsDaniah De Villiers and Ryan Mac Lennan could bond with their lion co-stars. The film also stars Melanie Laurent and Langley Kirkood, and it opens in select cities.

LOCAL FESTIVALS

I’m finally shifting my gaze over to Chicago where the 21stAnnual EBERTFEST kicked off yesterday with Alan Elliot’s Aretha Franklin concert film Amazing Grace, as well as a special showing of the Wachowski’s Bound with special guests Jennifer Tilly and Gena Gershon. It continues through the weekend with showings of recent and older movies, including Cameron Crowe’s Almost Famous, Jonathan Demme’s Rachel Getting Married and more.

REPERTORY

METROGRAPH (NYC):

Late Nites at Metrographwill screen Werner Herzog’s Bad Liuetenant: Port of Call New Orleans, starring the inimitable Nicolas Cage, while the Playtime: Family Matineesthis weekend is Danny Kaye as Hans Christian Anderson. Although I forgot to include it last week, Michael Blackwood’s 1968 docs Monk and Monk in Europe(as in Thelonious Monk) will continue for the next week, as does King Hu’s The Fate of Lee Khan from 1973. This Saturday night, the Metrograph is presenting a cast and crew reunion for Sidney Lumet’s 1988 movie Running on Emptywith Christine Lahti, screenwriter Naomi Foner and producers Amy Robinson and Griffin Dunne

THE NEW BEVERLY (L.A.):

L.A.’s hottest newish rep theater will show Michael Ritchie’s 1975 film Smile as well as his 1992 film Diggstownon Weds and Thursday (and apparently, Bruce Dern appeared in person on Weds!), Friday and Saturday are Clint Eastwood’s Dirty Harry (1971) and Escape from Alcatraz (1978), while Sunday and Monday screens David Lean’s The Bridge on the River Kwai (1957). This weekend’s KIDDEE MATINEE is Steven Spielberg’s Jurassic Park, while the midnight offerings are The Hateful Eight on Friday and The Blues Brothers (1980) on Saturday. On Monday afternoon, there’s a screening Stanley Kubrick’s Eyes Wide Shut, starring Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman.

FILM FORUM (NYC):

On Saturday, Film Forum will screen Jaime Chávarri’s 1976 documentary El Desecanto, introduced by author Aaron Shulman, who wrote a book about the Spanish literary family, the Paneros, on which the movie is based. (FYI, Chávarri’s film was never released in the States, and there is only one screening on Saturday.) Charlie Chaplin’s Modern Times (1936) will screen Saturday and Sunday as part of Film Forum Jr, and Francesco Rossi’s 1973 film Lucky Lucianowill screen a 4k restoration for a single screening on Sunday afternoon.

AERO (LA):

The late Luke Perry gets a tribute with Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1992) shown on Thursday, and then the Aero is doing its own Claire Denis tribute (cause everyone else is doing i!) with Salt, Sweat and Sunshine: The Cinema of Claire Denis with a double feature of her debut Chocolat (1988) and White Material (2009) on Friday, a screening of Beau Travail (1999) on Saturday, Nenette and Boni (1996) and 35 Shots of Rum (2008) on Saturday, and then Trouble Every Day (2001)and Let the Sunshine In (2017) on Sunday. Most of those will be showing on 35mm and Denis will be there, at least for the first two nights.

MOMA (NYC):

Modern Matinees: B is for Bacall continues with 1948’s Key Largo on Thursday and Jonathan Glazer’s Birth (2004) on Friday. The What Price Hollywood series will screen George Cukor’s Sylvia Scarlett (1935) and John Waters’ Female Trouble (1974) on Thursday, Nicholas Ray’s In a Lonely Place (1950) and Bill Gunn’s Ganja & Hess (1973) on Friday, Mitchell Leisen’s Midnight (1939), Clarence Brown’s 1931 film A Free Soul and George Cukor’s What Price Hollywood (1932) on Saturday and Fritz Lang’s Clash By Night (1952) and Joseph Lewis’ Gun Crazy (1950) on Sunday.

QUAD CINEMA (NYC):

The Quad begins its new series Wild Things: The Ferocious Films of Nelly Kaplan, a tribute retrospective to a pivotal filmmaker in the French New Wave, which I know next to nothing about, so I won’t even try. Just click on the title to see the movies playing.

BAM CINEMATEK (NYC):

This week’s series is The Anarchic Cinema of Věra Chytilová, a celebration of the filmmaker who emerged during the Czech New Wave, which I know even less about than the French New Wave. Just click on the link if you know who she is.

LANDMARK THEATRES NUART (LA):

This Friday’s midnight screening is the ‘70s classic Dirty Mary Crazy Larry (1974), starring Peter Fonda and Susan George. I’m not sure when was the last time I had a chance to see this movie but if I were in L.A., this is where I would be on Friday night.

STREAMING AND CABLE

Streaming on Netflix starting Wednesday is THE SILENCE, the new apocalyptic thriller from director John R. Leonetti (Annabelle), starring Stanley Tucci, Kiernan Shipka and Miranda Otto. In this twist on Netflix’s hit Bird Box (and rip-off of A Quiet Place?), this one involves a world being terrorized by primeval beings with acute hearing and a family trying to survive. Also streaming Friday is the high concept teen rom-com The Perfect Date, starring Noah Centineo as a guy who is payed to take a friend’s cousin to the prom.

Next week, another horror movie in New Line’s The Curse of La Llorona, plus the faith-based drama Breakthrough from Fox and DisneyNature’s Penguins.

#Hellboy Little MissingLink Movies HerSmell TeenSpirit Reviews

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Days 20, 21: Pescara del Tronto

Glimpses of the turquoise waters of the Adriatic as take the autostradale towards Pescara del Tronto. Green, lush patchwork countryside to our right. We decide to overnight in Ascoli Piceno though my cousin Anna is in Rome atm so we stay at Torre 100. Straight into Piazza del Popolo to see that beautiful space and have a coffee at Caffe Meletti. Yay! It is the quiet of siesta time but we explore the major buildings and churches around it and Piazza Arringo. Medieval history at every turn. Several buildings showing repair work yo earthquake damage.

After a refresh and feet up we return for aperitivo and the piazza is glowing in the afternoon sun, there is a group of well-dressed family members gathered in the centre, cones of confetti at the ready as they await the bridal couple from the civil ceremony in the comune. Pigeons swoop, children bike, families circle and the scene is a delight. Dinner nearby at Trattoria Nonna Nina begins with Oliva Ascolane, certamente, they’re very good though the olive has not been peeled (a la orange) but split and stuffed - the olive itself is ‘fleshier’: 8 olives for 5€! Not $4 each like in Melbourne that time! A beautiful stroll back through lively streets.

Pear-shaped! It had to happen I guess for things too good - Glenn wakes after a restless night, dizzy and unbalanced on his feet, slightly nauseous. One would forgive forgive us for 😱😨 ... stroke? after friends’ recent events. 🤔 middle ear/vertigo ? Because we were to be iheading to the somewhat isolated village with limited access to medical care, I thought doctor best option but not so...ambulance to hospital 🤢 where within the hour he’s on a drip, followed by a ‘tac’ (head scan), followed by a specialist otorino (ent) who diagnoses middle ear/ vertigo, medication and I’m guiding wobbly-boot to taxi at 2pm. Amazing service and attention from hotel staff, three lovely female ambo’s, nurses and orderlies....all for...zip, niente! 😲

The hotel have kept our room and as we enter, Caterina my cousin rings - we were to be calling her tomorrow and I had not wanted to trouble them with this until tomorrow. I asked what made you call, “ti sentivo vicino” (I felt you near) 😌

We decide to let G rest and tomorrow they will come to drive our car to village as G of course should not drive till that dizziness goes 🙄. I scurry out to fill the script and ... the first rain of our holiday descends - thunder cracking, torrential, hail kinda rain .. yep, pear-shaped

“Don’t complain” I mutter as I trudge along - the first hiccup...(non è grave, solo fastidioso: not grave just annoying said dottore) and hopefully within a few days he’ll be ok and to top it off, we’ll be with famiglia. Next hiccup, farmacia doesn’t have one of the medications, ritorna domani mattina - I anxiously respond “but that will delay his recovery”...no, no the compresse (capsules) will be the help, intanto. All this today in Italian mind you! Exhausted, I pull in out of the torrent into a welcoming bar to get a bite for G and a welcome macchiatone! Forza Leda!

A picnic dinner in and early night after getting in touch with my family in Pescara del Tronto and they insist they will come in tomorrow morning to drive our car back to paese. I’m at la farmacia on the dot of 9am after having called into the same bar for a cappuccino. Must say I felt like a local on the way back, a signora having done her morning chore and back home. Now is the time for me to put on my infermiera 👩‍⚕️hat and administer G’s prescribed puntara (injection). 😱🤷‍♀️. Gs not convinced I can manage so I go downstairs to prega help from the lovely signora first aid and she is happy to help I’ll simpatico 🙄 signore by showing me how. I plunge that needle with a good jab 🤨 and we head downstairs to see Vinicio on doorstep 😍🤗. We’re off and V and I jabber on the way while poor G keeps his eyes straight ahead. We slow as we pass the paesi along the via Salaria, all affected by the earthquake. PdelT from the road below is as awful as we’d seen and heard via the internet and we move on to the area on the flat near il Fiume Tronto where the ‘provisorio’ casetti (‘provisional little houses’) have been built, together with little shops, bar and community areas, to those who chose to stay in the area instead of relocating, until decisions re future permanent situations are made.

My mother’s family are there with open arms, tears and an heartwarming welcome. Their suffering over the past two years is palpable but they are making the best of their straightened circumstances by beautifying their homes, frequent gatherings, celebrations and planning for the future. The table is set and we await the arrival of family by sharing news, photos and calling Mum. More tears, passing the phone around to all though not mentioning anything to her about G - she’s been praying constantly for our safe journey and we wouldn’t want to shake that faith! g is not himself but putting a brave face on it and when lunch is served he’s given the head of the table and much fun, hand-waving translations and feasting begins. It’s 4pm before coffee is served after prosciutto and melon, lasagne, arrosto di manzo con verdure, piselli con prosciutto, insalata, pomodori e citriole, frutta and zuppa inglese 🤭. G thankfully is not nauseous and able to satisfy the “mangia, mangia” on repeat though is head is still spinning and is wobbly on his feet. Poor thing. I leave him to rest still why I’m taken up to see the village up close. It’s devastating and we are able to walk the upper road where my father’s childhood home stood. It’s mostly rubble save for the cantina which is amazingly in place. A little park near my aunt’s home is now the site of a memorial and there are t-shirts with images of the victims strung along the fence. Very moving as my cousin Pierino goes along telling me who they were and little anecdotes about how and why. Most were not from the village but visiting for summer. At my Zia Fenisia’s home I recognised the edges of the marble stairwell that I so well remember and remnants of the little green tiles that dotted the terrazzo at the front of the house. 😰. It is pleasing to see the beloved Fontana (drinking fountain and one time clothes-washing site), whose renowned water stems from the fantastic Monte Vettore which looms above and behind, has survived but unlikely to remain.

Up to the cimitero to visit the crypts of all the family members on both sides of our family that have passed away over the years and it makes for an emotional day of both joy and sadness. Our family names of Rendina and Filotei are abundant and gives my sense of belonging even more piquancy.

We return and preparations are in progress for dinner 🤭😳 and G is doing ok having had some funny and interesting exchanges in Italglish. So much ribbing, dry and witty remarks tells the story of people who know each other so well, spend a lot of time together yet are caring and respectful. A ‘light’ cena of frittata con buffala, leftovers from lunch, more prosciutto and cheeses, frutta and a ‘marscapone’ (tiramisu but with a very light and loose creamy mascarpone). Uffa! A great day but I need to get Mr Wobby-boot to bed so my kind cousins drive us to nearby Agriturismo Grisciano and will collect us again in morning.

We sleep like logs and wake several times towards morning when everything is dark...dormi says G, it’s still night, dormi says I the next time...finally G gets up to open the shutters to a brilliant sun and it’s 9.30am 🙄😬😆. A cappuccino before we are collected and back to family where the women have been to church and I go to meet them and check out the new church of Santa Croce di PdelT where the original bell has been returned and erected. Inside, only the ancient crucifix and a wooden statue of Our Lady have been saved from the old church which sadly had housed ancient relics. Two new bells are planned in addition to the original and it is lovely to see and know that this important part of their lives is resurrected (😏) and continues to sustain them.

The women are off to the bar for an aperitivo and I am taken in arm ... G tags along but then scampers after the men, making the women laugh with his horrified face and ‘chattering’ gesticulations. Cries of “quando e simpatico!” have him 💁🏼‍♂️🤦‍♀️

Crodino’s (a non-alcoholic Campari-ish fizzy) all ‘round, a platter of olive-oiled bread, prosciutto and lonza and I am joining in the banter like a local. Such fun. That would have done me for lunch but we apparently lunch is at the new ristorante on site! On our way, meetings with many who again introduced themselves as amiche and parenti of my mother, sending her regards and telling anecdotes of their relationship. Sweet.

Lunch is funny - talk about fussy about their food! The trouble is of course that they eat so well at home, that going out never, or rarely, meets their expectations. The antipasti of meats and local cheeses was served (trendily) on wooden platters but as whole salamis and cheeses with knives to slice for yourself. My cousin quipped “when it comes time to pay the bill, I’ll take it outside and leave it there for them to get for themselves”! 🤣. The fantastic spaghetti all’amatriciana had pecorino cheese in the sauce(🤦‍♀️🙇‍♂️); the tagliatelle ai funghi had too many other kinds (and too much of them) and not enough porcini (🤦‍♀️🙇‍♂️); Leda wanted agnello, there wasn’t enough, said Pierino, the potatoes are burnt said Vinicio...let me say, it was all delicious (we’d be very happy for it to be our local!) and it added to our fun!

It’s decided ‘una scarpata’ (a jaunt) to Castelluccio to show us the beginning of the famed ‘la fioratura’ (flowering) of the lentil plains of Monte Vettore, about 15 kms away. I had been with my family when we came when I was 15 and Dad had so wanted us to see it and relive the times he used to climb up from PdelT to tend to fields with his zaino (backpack) of bread and tinned beef (Simmenthal). It is a spectacular drive up and so beautiful in the afternoon light. Castelluccio too was virtually destroyed in the earthquake and the proprietors of the many shops and restaurants have set up food trucks as an interim measure until a restaurant plaza is finished. It is busy with visitors and we are invited for a coffee at the one remaining Agriturismo la Valle Delle Aquile owned by friends of Linda (Vinicio’s daughter) and her boyfriend GianLuca. A fabulous view which is supposed to be even better at sunrise. Next time? The flowers are just beginning to open and the poppies this year are late but it is something I’d love to see at its peak (early to mid July usually). Still, stunning.

The table is laid...again...🤦‍♀️ but the freshest local buffala mozzarella and sweet tomatoes, stracchino and other local cheeses, salads, carciofi, salami, prosciutto etc is hard to resist amidst the cries of “magari un pocchino” (even just a little). Dolci, more, then we’re taken over to the con.tain.errr where they have community gatherings with a kitchen, tables, tv and even karaoke (😫) and all manner of boxes are taken out for us to choose some PdelT mementoes for the family. Lovely.

We are driven back to Grisciano for the night and,all being well, G will drive us back in the morning to farewell before we move on to Orvieto. Yes, many tears, warm embraces, loving wishes to all in the family later and we leave. Such a wonderful few days, even though emotionally draining, my heart is full.

It was fortuitous (or from mum’s prayers🤔) that G’s vertigo thing happened when it did as we were able to work around it in a safe harbour. It’s improving (slightly) daily and it’s more likely, Dr G thinks, stemming from neck exercises and movements he did rather than any middle ear issue.

Orvieto, here we, slowly, come.

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I search for Agavero on the recommendation of a knowledgeable source. Looking forward to a bartender fluent in English and some acclaimed eats, I arrive to find the door shut. Majority of the bar quests in Mexico City also ended in shut doors, so this disappointment is not a massive surprise.

Instead, I think…more mezcal. Mezcologia is near and I post at the bar for one or two more, maybe some street food, and intentions to call it an early night. The space is small, quaint – a neighborhood mezcalaria. It is approachable. I had found it in a guide book rather than a recommendation, therefore leaving assumptions open.

The translated blurb from the bar’s facebook page sums it perfectly, “In this place the pleasure is born when all the elements are connected, that is to say, the mezcal, the coexistence with your friends and the good bohemias fill you with pleasure in that space.”

An American man in a brimmed hat is closing out and the bartender quickly offers me English. I am grateful. His Spanish is stronger, but he knows enough English to curate a hospitable experience. His eyes spark beneath a curly head of hair. His energy is youthful, alive. I ask for something I can’t get in the States, ruling out Nuestra Soledad and Del Maguey. I also rule out Espadin, and ask for something funky.

“Tobala! Tobola!” the other man at the bar chants. They are clearly friends.

Mezcologia has their own line of mezcal sourced from small Oaxacan farms. We start there. The agave is medium-smokey, as delightful as any I have tasted, slightly grassy and vegetal. I sip with enjoyment and relaxation. This bar is one that could feel like home.

I begin to chat with the man next to me in English. He had chanted “Tobola” and knows enough English, Spanish, and French. He is on his way out to get food. “I may be back,” he says to both the bartender and myself. He tells the bartender something in Spanish, which translates to him buying me a drink.

“That’s very kind,” I say, though not yet finished with my Tobola. This ensures I will be here when he returns.

Another man enters with a huge water bottle filled with a dark liquid. He motions for a vessel and pours the bartender a taste. They confer in Spanish.

“What is that?” I ask, taking a chance on English. Ben is fluent, traveling from Rotterdam for extended stays in each location. Currently that is Oaxaca, occasionally working at Mezcologia.

“BBQ Green pepper syrup,” he hands me a taste as well, “with cloves.” It tastes like bell peppers, just sweet enough but still vegetal and savory. “I thought I would make a cocktail with it.” His accent is light, non-descript. He pulls items out of a plastic bag and unwraps party favor gift boxes, shredded confetti paper, and colorful straws. Taking a rocks glass, he pads the bottom of the box with the confetti paper and sets the glass inside. An orange slice will act as a lid, hiding the contents of the vessel.

He adds mezcal, ancho reyes, giffard elderflower, and lime to the homemade green pepper syrup. The whole thing looks like a trip to a party warehouse. The ingenuity is festive. Such elaborate garnishes are not so common in the New York cocktail world, I explain. We all take sips of the refreshing complex flavors and it is passed through a window to the kitchen, eventually to return empty. The beauty of this packaging is the inability to know if it is full or empty, much like a julep in a tin cup.

My second mezcal is a fan favorite, Origen Rais Cenizo, distilled in Durango. The packaging stands out on the back bar and when I ask for something even weirder than the Tobala, it is chosen. I immediately know I need to find a way to import this mezcal, but for now, enjoying it is all that matters.

“I’m here for one night,” I say, “Where else should I go?” My energy has been revived by the mezcal. Agave distillates have been called night coffee for a reason.

“One night!” The shock and horror is palpable. “You need far more time.”

I shrug, knowing they are right, but I will leave in the morning regardless.

“You are coming with us,” they say.

I am up for the adventure. The high proof spirit in our blood propels movement. We move to another mezcalaria, very near, with a bartender from Philly, also traveling. I am impressed with this group of men in Oaxaca and their choice to stay long enough to really indulge in and investigate the culture. One night is certainly not enough.

This mezcalaria is small, quaint, intimate. We share the moment as if time is infinite. Mezcal and memory do not seem to always exist in tandem, and the details are lost to the night air of this enchanted state in Mexico.

I wake to a text from the source of my Oaxaca recommendations. “It’s so peaceful there, no?”

Yes. Yes, it is peaceful, in a vibrant, colorful, agave-fueled way.

Mezcalogia I search for Agavero on the recommendation of a knowledgeable source. Looking forward to a bartender fluent in English and some acclaimed eats, I arrive to find the door shut.

#bars #Cocktails #Mexico #Mezcal #mezcalogia #Oaxaca #Spirits #syrups #tequila

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Hello and welcome to "Del wants to ramble about the Outer Range season 2 trailer." I hope you're ready for a whole lot of nothing...

The CGI continues to remind us that it is, in fact, CGI. What the hell is this?

Flash scene of Wayne burning his damn house down. I'd know that bald spot anywhere.

Y'all already heard me ramble about this, but there's something wrong with this dinner scene. Aside from us knowing that the family is not together, there's one major oddity in the background.

Rhett's truck is an entirely different color.

That's his lightbar with the iconic four lights. Still a single-cab GMC Sierra. But Rhett's truck is blue. Not tan.

Wilder, we see Rhett's truck a few scenes later! You can even see how the hood is bent from hitting the billboard.

We finally confirm that Amy is 8. Even though the writer said she was 9...😑Brian Watkins, I had faith in you being correct. If you squint, you'll notice that Rhett's right hand is wounded. I doubt this stems from the rodeo because he always uses his left hand to hang on to the bull. The only injury we saw was to his left shoulder.

I'm taking the guess that up until now, Rhett likely didn't know that Amy went missing during the rodeo. Which may cause him to realize that Cecelia never abandoned him; she was just looking for Amy.

In the official Season 2 press notes, the following is mentioned: "After Amy's disappearance, Rhett is torn between his dreams of starting over somewhere new with Maria and being a dutiful son to Royal and Cecelia." So, I can assume that this might be what sets that into motion?

Offhanded, but this is SUCH a good look on her

MY TOUCH THEORY IS DOING THINGS. Look at Autumn's hand. Royal's touching the back of it, and as soon as he pulls away, the cute cosmic lights stop.

I'm so happy to see this random side character make a return. I was so nervous that she was one of those characters that appear for two minutes and that's it.

...this is a wild way for Joy to get in touch with her roots. But unfortunately for her, talking about it will more than likely get her a one-way trip to a psychiatrist.

Clyde is alive and well; bless him.

I've said it once, and I'll say it again. How the hell did Billy survive being shot through the neck??

and also

WAYNE? All it took was Billy feeding him a little bit of time powder and he's back to his old menacing ways. Meanwhile Luke looks like he lost part of his soul when that herd of buffalo ran him over.

Luke, what does this gesture mean. Strangle? Punch? My jaw hurts? And I assume this is Autumn we're seeing on the corner? Patricia maybe? I dunno.

PERRY YOU DAMN IDIOT. HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING FROM YOUR LAST BAR FIGHT?? I don't know who this other dude is but I hope he gets Perry square in the mouth <3 please I need to see Perry get his ass handed to him

This gives me so many thoughts. Rhett's shorter hair. He's a hand holder, your honor! Sentence him to a lifetime of snuggles and interlaced fingers!

So we know that for sure, Joy will somehow return to the present timeline. I don't know who could be driving this vehicle, but it looks a lot like the one that was sitting in the Tillerson's driveway in S1. We know Billy drives the older red vehicle, so this can either belong to Luke or Trevor.

Hear me out, hear me out. We can assume that the blonde woman is Autumn, considering the whole...cult thing. We've seen a handful of scenes of her with Luke in this trailer, so what if that's him holding her hand? That hat silhouette looks an awful lot like the one we saw in S1.

Alternatively, It can also be Rebecca and Perry, but I have no evidence to back this other than the blonde hair.

*in my best patrick star voice* WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?

I cannot be convinced that this is a real scene. It's gotta be some kind of dream that Royal is having, especially when you take note of the little white things floating around. It gives a sort of dreamy effect.

THIS IS SHERRIF JOY! Not only is the outfit the same in the following scene (not the one of her running lmao, that's just to show you what the gun looks like), but you can see the gun on her hip.

The hand on Rhett's throat is smaller than his is. Look how thick his fingers are compared to the mystery ones. I'm betting my left foot that this is a female character doing this to him. Autumn and Rebecca are on my list of suspects.

But also, what the hell is he looking at? Never once is he looking at the person doing this to him; he's looking at something behind the camera. Baby, what did they do to you this season?? 😭

I hit my picture limit, but Wayne (I think) diving into the hole made me giggle. He picked such an iconic pose.

Someone says quote "Time reveals all." But I don't think we've heard this voice before?? Who the hell is speaking?

This final shot is insane. Don't know who is coming out, presumably Perry or Wayne, but you could ABSOLUTELY spin Outer Range as a horror if you really wanted to. The elements are all there; they just need a little reworking!

#outer range #outer range spoilers #del's tin hat thoughts

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The Hat Theory

...so it seems y'all wanted this more than I thought you did 💃alright, here we go.

Do you see the difference between these two scenes?

If you said, "The damage on Rhett's hat is different," then you'd be correct.

From episode one, we can see that Rhett's hat has some damage to the brim of it. A small portion of it has been chipped off. And for the majority of the season, the damage in his hat consistently looks like this.

Jump to episode eight. When Royal interrupts Rhett before his ride and tries to talk to him about his past, among various other things. Remember how Rhett's hat used to look. The chip out of the edge of it.

After Royal confronts Rhett and is escorted away, Rhett looks down and suddenly

The damage is different.

This isn't the same tear in the brim we've been seeing. In this scene, Rhett's hat has had part of the felt torn away, leaving a big patch.

But it is only for this scene. When Rhett climbs on the bull for his ride, it's back to normal. No patch of missing felt. We never see that missing damage again.

Damage doesn't just change. And I find it hard to believe that Rhett's hat was mistakenly changed for an identical one, with a different kind of damage.

So why does this happen?

I have two theories.

Theory one: Outer Range may be a combination of multiple timelines.

This isn't the first time there has been a slight inconsistency within the same scene. Take Rhett's bull ride in episode one, for example. For a few fleeting scenes, Rhett's shirt changes. Briefly going from white with green stripes to blue with white/blue stripes.

I'm not the only one to be theorizing this. There are a lot of posts that can be found in the Outer Range subreddit, with many similar inconsistencies that occur in the same scene.

Theory two: Changes are being made in the past that are affecting things in the present.

We've seen that time travel is possible through Royal jumping into the hole in 1886 and coming out in 1968. And through Royal falling into the hole, landing a few years into the future, only to jump back in and go back to our "present" timeline.

Potential changes occurring in the past might be causing little things in the future to become inconsistent.

These changes may be happening because of the BY9 company.

When Autumn pushes Royal into the hole, he goes a few years into the future, where he sees that the land now belongs to a company called BY9. They're mining the land, presumably seeking the time-ore that allows users to have visions of the future and, in mass quantities, makes time travel possible.

If this ore is being mined, then we can assume someone is using it. You don't just mine for something you're not planning to use. If this ore is being used to go back in time to change the past, then it could be causing these inconsistencies in our "present" day in Outer Range.

Regardless of why it's happening, the change in Rhett's hat is a deliberate indication that something has changed. Something we can't see. Whether it be a simple difference in timelines. Someone fucking around in the past. Or a secret third option that involves the Rhett Abbott fanbase trying to bring Rhett to the real world.

This may be why Outer Range feels like such a fever dream at times. The show isn't meant to be consistent. It's intentionally created to confuse you. And what's so fun about this is that the cause of these inconsistencies can truly be anything.

The only thing we know for sure is that something is happening. Something tied to the unknown. This inconsistency is deliberate. Not accidental. And we know that because the damage on a cowboy hat doesn't suddenly change, just for the hell of it.

The question is.

Why is this happening, and who's causing it?

#ask and you shall receive #outer range #outer range amazon #rhett abbott #rhett abbott outer range #the hat theory #del's tin hat thoughts #delgato's gifs

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