my favorite cr cast bit (second only to liam speaking bane-voice literally any time someone casts bane) is when one of their minis falls off the battlemap and everyone just starts screaming in horror as though their good friend has just suddenly dropped dead in front of them
Here's my thoughts, for what they're worth, on Get Back and Now and Then. Bear with me, because I've just woken up.
You know the meme, 'photos taken seconds before disaster'? Get Back is an hours long version of it. I'm trying to find a reason that the Lennon/McCartney relationship wasn't a marriage, and I can't. Barring a minister and a register, they made vow after vow, either through their lyrics or in joke or, for all I know, in quiet earnestness.
Do I think they explored each other's bodies? Maybe. But let's not forget, they were very young men, and they had gone through the intense experience of being the world's first superstar boyband. It would have been heady and insane and thrilling and lonely and frightening. But even without having a physical relationship, even without being catapulted to worldwide obsessive fame, the relationships you have with your friends when you're in your early twenties are just Like That
In Get Back, we're seeing the breakdown of this intense relationship; two people who, despite the love they have for each other, which is powerful and real, are growing apart. They're trying to hold together, but they're pulling at the restraints they feel on themselves, the ties of who they used to be and what they're trying to explore and grow into. It's fucking heartbreaking. It's nobody's fault. If they had been able to talk about it, maybe things would've been different. If I had loved you less, maybe I would be able to talk about it more.
So they stopped talking.
In Now and Then, John's voice comes out of the past saying, 'now and then, I miss you. Now and then, I want you to be there for me', and Paul, in the present day, sings it back to him. Perhaps it's the sentimentality of old age, or perhaps it's a man saying, I loved you and we stopped speaking, and I thought we'd have time to come together again, and then you got fucking shot, you were killed, and we never got to speak properly again. I still don't know where to put the love I still have for you, even now.
I don't know the nature of their relationship, I wasn't there, it didn't happen to me. But when I watch sad-eyed Paul McCartney and dour John Lennon suddenly light up at each other because they've caught the sparks of their former intensity again, when I see their faulty wires suddenly, briefly, connect, it breaks my heart. I know what's going to happen.