currently thinking about how ages ago my friend sent me a long-ass explanation about why saltburn is an adaptation of the myth involving theseus, the minotaur, and the labyrinth.
nobody asked but here’s some of the fun proof that exists of this:
first and foremost, icarus, the boy who flew too close to the sun. during the party scene, it is evident that felix symbolises this poor ill-fated youth, and the symbolism here is potent. he flew too close to finding out what oliver truly is. he discovered something he shouldn’t have, and dressing him up in icarus cosplay is the perfect showcase for his fate and his mistakes. it’s also brilliant in terms of what icarus actually did to “deserve” death. realistically, he was told not to go too high or too low, but in actuality, such cryptic instructions were difficult to follow mid-flight, and it resulted in catastrophe. felix is trying to navigate the responsibilities of being a good friend with his baggage as someone in a family of rich pricks. it’s hard, and in flying too far away from his background, he “flew too close to the sun” and discovered things he shouldn’t have. as a small nod to further the icarus imagery, felix’s body is discovered under bright and direct sunlight as he lays motionless in his winged costume.
secondly, saltburn is in the center of a labyrinth. the labyrinth lore runs deep in this movie, because not only does the labyrinth function as symbolism, it has lore that runs adjacent to the lore of the actual labyrinth. in theseus and the minotaur, the labyrinth is a construct of greek architect and inventor daedalus, who was conscripted by king minos to create the maze. in saltburn, the labyrinth is constructed upon special request from james catton, the owner of the estate, and a very wealthy man (almost like a modern day king).
the labyrinth (in the original myth) is dangerous to all characters that reside within it. it keeps all in within a chance for escape, and those that get close die tragically. in saltburn, the labyrinth functions as an ode to the ways in which riches and fame poison those that reside in the walls, keeping them locked within its dangerous talons, or in this case, cleanly trimmed hedges. it’s suburbia on a larger and more internal scale. even those that do not have riches themselves, namely farleigh and annabel, do everything they can to remain on the estate and in the good graces of those on the property with immense money. it affects how they act and how they are expected to act. farleigh, as a good example, is very stuck on the particulars of rich people’s behaviour. as mentioned above, those that try to leave the maze die tragically, and icarus is a prime example. felix, in his attempt to be better than the riches of the estate socially allow, flies too close to a possible escape from the confines of the labyrinth and is murdered as a result.
in the story of the labyrinth, it is unsolvable, unless you are clever and quick witted (manipulative), which theseus luckily is. the same is true for oliver. oliver, like theseus, gets into the heads of multiple characters, manipulating his way to the top of the food chain. the scene where oliver views the wooden counterprt of the maze through the head office in the estate, he is told that he shouldn’t be there, and a sense of ominous foreboding takes place. we feel that he has seen something that will change him. however, i believe this is simply symbolism for the fact that oliver has figured out the secret to the maze: a secret that he, an outsider and a poorer, less sociable man should not be aware of, as he is a representation of theseus, a character who has no right being king.
thirdly, oliver is juxtaposed with imagery if the minotaur during the party scene, and though this costume doubles as a reference to the changeling in a midsummer night’s dream, it is still highly important. in the original myth, people are sacrificed to the minotaur on a yearly basis. at first, felix fits the profile for the minotaur: a rich, wealthy man in a labyrinth who is regularly described as going through friends the way a young boy would go through toys. it is also true that the minotaur has often been seen as a controversial figure, one that begs the question “is a monster just a tormented creature fated to behave according to the will of the gods?”. felix’s behaviour, or namely, his attempted deviancy from the behaviour he is expected to show, is a major prt of his character arch. we expect oliver to be the victim of felix’s behaviour exactly because of this. but he isn’t. an easy explanation is that oliver is the minotaur, going through the family members as though they were victims in a maze. however, oliver is NOT the minotaur, as the myth is a lot more complex than the minotaur being the bad guy. despite what we expect, director emily fennel is leaning into the concept that the minotaur’s storyline is that of fate versus free will. the minotaur is cursed by the gods to fall into certain patterns and to be punished for its behaviour, despite it doing exactly what was expected. felix attempts to deviate from what is expected, but ultimately he fits in well with the rich and social, and his death is a punishment at the hands of a sort-of theseus who believes he is more deserving. rather, oliver is also seen to be theseus, who famously invaded the maze, manipulated its dwellers in order to navigate it, killed the minotaur, and then manipulated his way into becoming king as a result. sound familiar? it is because of this that the imagery of oliver as the changeling is particularly important. the horns can be evocative of the minotaur, offering us a red herring, where he is truly disguised as the opposite. it’s a fake out.
fourthly, king minos (owner of the labyrinth) did not die directly at the hands of theseus, he did eventually meet his downfall and was boiled to death in a bath. james catton, head of the estate, dies of a supposed suicide, also not directly by oliver’s hands, but still implicitly connected to the events of the story, much like king minos’ death.
the lore in this film is incredible, and though emily fennel has not said that the film is an adaptation of greek myth, the parallels are deliciously undeniable. saltburn is fascinating, and truly one of the best films of 2023. there is so much stuff jam packed into it, and it’s one of those films that takes a few watches to fully grasp its depth. i love it!
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The Nice Guys (a love story) - part one
part 2
Julie Healy (replacement of Jackson Healy) beats people up for money. When her job leads her to P.I. Holland March, her relatively simple life turns into something more dangerous and messy. She ends up having to work with Holland in order to find a missing girl named Amelia. Together, they uncover a government conspiracy whilst slowly falling for each other along the way. This is basically the plot of the movie The Nice Guys but I've replaced Russell Crowe's character with a woman, changed the dialogue a little and made her a love interest to Ryan Gosling's character.
Warning!! Lots of fluff (not in this part though… she’s beating him up), pining from Holland, enemies to lovers tropes, and more…
This story can also be found on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/348465727?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=cat_n0ir15&wp_originator=Q3ak6Nr2TwScSd1AF%2B0jeVcPp4VnqeK%2FFpG8h883%2ByZYGgU2PIxfNxKTA3u%2BJh01ac%2BkLHewo5ojbj06hTeBHh%2Fja2ZQ5QiF8Wa9pnTlj39KKAEKnk2wfWhkb8ga8dTF
*I don't own any of the characters or events that happen in the movie this is just an adaptation*
"Love. Wonderful, isn't it? The intimacy of being understood. I was in love once. But you can never be wise and be in love at the same time. Remember that.”
Julie woke up to the radio, the same thing she did every morning. She hadn't gotten much sleep but that wasn't an uncommon occurrence. Her watch sat on her bedside table which she picked up. She then put on her shoes. Usually she would sleep in her clothes because no one was around to tell her otherwise. It saved time. Time for what? She didn't know. Her flared jeans were tight on her body and they usually left marks along her stomach, but they were hidden by her jeans. Solve the problem by hiding the problem. The top she wore however looked a little off colour so she decided to wear a different, more colourful one, maybe dazzle her next target a little.
She made her way to the sink, got out her toothbrush and vigorously started brushing her teeth. Her fish tank sat close by and she went over to examine it as she brushed her teeth, sprinkling a bit of fish food inside. All her little fish bobbed their heads up and began eating the multicoloured specks of food on the surface.
"Equanimity," Julie said to herself, reading the 'Word of the Day' for October 26th. "The quality of being calm and even-tempered." She spat out her toothpaste then looked into the mirror as she spoke: "She accepted his betrayal with equanimity".
Julie grabbed her keys and her sunglasses then made her way out of the door, shimmying her long brown coat on as she switched the power off and closed the door behind her. She drove in her car to Holland March's house, her next target. Sunglasses on for this encounter. As she drove up to the house, she noticed a blonde girl around 13 years old counting her steps as she walked, pretending to open a door then sit down on the grass with a book that she began to read.
She pulled up to the house and got out of the car, surveying the area. It was a nice house, pretty big. The guy had a nice car too. She checked the paper Amelia had given her one last time to confirm she was definitely at the right house. An incident had occurred once where she beat up the wrong guy (7s and 1s look the same). After walking up to the door, she rang the doorbell and waited patiently. Sometimes she would get a little nervous before a job but today wasn't one of those days, she wanted to beat this guy up after seeing how scared he'd made that poor girl.
"Who is it?" Holland called from the other side of the door impatiently.
"Messenger service. Is Holland March home?" Julie responded.
Holland opened the door with a hint of annoyance in his eyes at being disturbed but that emotion was replaced by another as soon as his eyes landed on Julie. Damn it, Julie hated when they were attractive, it hurt her a little to damage pretty things. She moved her sunglasses to sit within her hair, her eyes surveying his with no barrier.
"And who might you be?" He leant against the doorframe with a smug little smirk on his face, his eyes slowly making their way up and down her figure. Never mind, Julie thought, this guy was an asshole. And with that she punched him hard in the face, making him stumble backwards. "What the fuck?" He muttered, then slammed himself against the wall and slid to the floor.
"Mr. March, we're gonna play a game." Julie picked him up by his arm aggressively. His bicep felt hard and strong against her hand. Not that she noticed.
"I think you have the wrong house," Holland gasped. Julie didn't like what he was suggesting with that comment so she chucked him across the room, sending him flying.
"It's called, 'Shut up unless you're me'," she kicked him which led to him being flung onto his back. He desperately tried to wriggle backwards away from her but a barricade soon blocked his progress.
"I love that game," Holland wheezed as he rested against the barricade. Julie took his wallet out of his jacket pocket that had come off him in the scuffle.
"You're a private investigator?"
"Look, there's 20 bucks in there, all right? Just take it."
"No, I'm not here for that. I told you, I'm a messenger," she said. She then made a point of looking around his house. "You can afford to live like this as a P.I.?"
"What's the message?" Holland asked angrily.
"Oh, right, right," Julie remembered, leaning down close to Holland's face, making direct eye contact. She cleared her throat. "Stop looking for Amelia, all right?" She smiled sarcastically as she poked his chest for each word, ending with a tap on his nose.
"I'm not even looking for Amelia. She's a person of interest, man," Holland responded with the air of a petulant child. "Fine. I'm done. Put a fork in me," he said, looking and gesturing to anything that wasn't Julie. He then realised what he'd just said. "Don't really put a fork in me," he pointed at her, resuming the direct eye contact. Julie lifted herself away from his eye line but his eyes followed her.
"Amelia is gonna be so happy that you got the message so quickly. It's gonna make her smile. That's good." Julie looked around the house again then back to Holland. "Now, ahem, I got one more thing I need to ask you before we're done here."
"You wanna know who hired me," Holland groaned.
"Bingo. Yeah," Julie smiled broadly, "Now we can do this the easy way or we can do it the hard way."
"Glenn."
"What?"
"Lily Glenn. Two N's. Old lady hired me to find her niece on Tuesday."
"You just gave up your client."
"I made a discretionary revelation," Holland said as he pulled himself up again.
"No. No, you just gave her up. I asked you one simple question. You gave me all the information... What little respect I had left for you is now gone," Julie rolled her eyes.
"I though that's what you wanted," Holland replied. He then quickly leant over the counter to grab a gun from the cookie pot but Julie had already noticed. She punched him before he could shoot her. He dropped to the floor and the gun left his hand.
"Now, I'm very sorry that you didn't get the message," Julie said as she leant against the counter looking down at a groaning Holland.
"Me too," he sniffed. "But I get it now. I get it. I dig it." However he obviously hadn't as he began determinedly army crawling across the floor toward his gun. Yet Julie managed to kick it away from him before he could grab it. "Shit!" Holland lay his head on the floor in defeat.
"What about now?" Julie lifted up his chin so that Holland was looking at her, "You get the message now?"
"Yep," Holland nodded vigorously whilst looking into Julie's dark, brown eyes. They looked unnervingly cold.
"Are you sure?" Julie asked him as one would ask a child.
"Yeah. I'm-" Holland began to say but Julie dropped his chin from her grasp and his head hit the floor, hard.
"Alright then," she brushed herself off as she stood up tall. She walked around his tense body that was still on the floor. "Give me your left arm."
"Huh?"
"Your left arm. Give me your left arm. This one," she grabbed his left arm but Holland began to struggle.
"No!" He struggled under her grasp.
"Yeah, come on," Julie managed to grab Holland's arm and pulled it back behind his body whilst Holland screamed many refusals. "Did you cut yourself?" She asked, an ironically worried expression on her face. The cut looked very deep.
"I'm dealing with an injury," Holland responded childishly.
"Right, look, when you're talking to your doctor, just tell him you have a spiral fracture of the left radius," Julie held his left arm firmly.
"No. NO!" Holland shouted.
"Deep breath," Julie said, then twisted. A satisfying crack followed. A not so satisfying shriek came after as Holland reacted to the damage. "Do you mind if I have an apple?" No reply. Julie took one anyway. "All right, Mr. March. You have a good day, okay?" She took a bite of her apple then left.
As she walked to her car, apple in hand she was stopped by the same blonde girl she'd seen acting strangely before she'd met Mr. March.
"Hi," she smiled at Julie, a bag of groceries in her hand.
"Hey," Julie responded as she opened her door.
"Want a Yoo-hoo?"
"A Yoo-hoo? Are you kidding?" Julie turned around, chucking her finished apple behind her. She looked into the bag and took out a Yoo-hoo. "Oh, yeah. You know, I haven't had one of these in about 20 years."
"Are you a friend of my dad's?" The blonde girl asked with a smile.
"Yeah, yeah... we're um-"
"He never has girls over," the girl said with a sly sort of expression.
"Oh no, sweetheart. Your dad and I, we're, uh, business associates. He's inside, resting..." Julie confirmed with a small smile which the girl returned sweetly. "Didn't I see you crawling round a vacant lot a couple of blocks over?"
"Um, maybe," the girl looked behind her, slightly awkwardly. "I read there sometimes."
"Right," Julie nodded. "Thanks again for the Yoo-hoo," she said as she got into her car. The girl smiled and walked towards her house, completely unaware of her fathers' agony on the other side of the door.
"Bye," the girl said.
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