It's Thursday, it's February 2021, let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
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It's Thursday, it's February 2021, let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
Why are popular films, and popular media in general, somehow seen as unworthy?
Who decides what counts as Art anyways?
Cos being asked to locate the grand-high judge of all things artsy films would
not have me running to call Martin Scorsese (...who would totally take my
call, because let's face it, I'm awesome and stubborn as a mule persistent.)
In a pretentious burst of overly-descriptive prose, Martin Scorsese's essay in Harper's Magazine was published this week to the irritation of many fans of superhero blockbusters and popular films.
Why?
Well, Scorsese previously ran his mouth about Marvel movies in 2019, and it seems that even in this current piece about the artsy Italian director Federico Fellini, he couldn't resist some entitled barbs at films that people actually like watching.
It's titled, 'Il Maestro: Federico Fellini and the lost magic of cinema' because... why not? I guess?
* = commission link
'The massive box of 64 crayons calls to me, every one of them waiting to be picked and pressed to a page. (I could have gone for the box of 120, but that seemed like too much.)'
This week's fic is from a fandom that is super-popular, but also not especially well-known outside its core fanbase.
...which is why I'm going to do a very brief explanation of Carry On* aka the Simon Snowverse just so's we're all on the same page.
(I realise that a lot of die-hard fans are probably screaming that how could anyone not know about Simon Snow?! But we do not gatekeep here at Dora Reads, dearest nerdlets.)
(Fandom notes:
gatekeeping - also a non-fandom term, when used in fandom this typically takes the form of 'you're not a real fan of [insert fandom or genre or author, etc.] unless you've [insert arbitrary benchmark]')
It's Thursday, somehow it's only February, let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
Everything is once again in the 'other stuff' category (dammit Loki!)
(Warning: this post discusses Coronavirus/Covid 19)
On a personal level, January sucked. Bad.
My beautiful Nan got Covid, and combined with her other health problems, despite the fact that she had very few symptoms, we nearly lost her.
There are very few things more distressing than watching someone you love slowly fade away via video link.
Honestly? If you're STILL not taking Coronavirus seriously, you can fuck the hell off.
And, dearest nerdlets, you know how upset I have to be to swear without censoring myself.
I really wanna delete a few letters and add *s, but I'm not gonna, cos despite the fact that I'm a nice well-brought-up Welsh girl, that's how annoyed I am, and how much you suck if you're one of the selfish people who still isn't taking precautions.
The only Valentine I've ever actually received was when I was five or six years old.
It was on the back of half a birthday card, which I still oh-so-clearly remember the flowers on, and I believe was written in red pencil.
It was definitely some form of pencil - maybe my brain just made up the red part, I dunno.
'Klaus pushed down the nagging thought that maybe he was scared of judgement from Ben, if he let him in.'
Some fics are beautiful.
Maybe not because of how they're written - although there are beautifully written fics, of course, and I always highlight them to you, dearest nerdlets, when I come across them - but because of what they are.
This week's fic is beautiful, because of what it is.
This week's fic is an arm around the shoulders of Queer readers - this fic says it's OK, just to be you.