There are dotted lines and arrows and circles. The sky is a chart that explains the entire world. But you can’t see it. I know that.- ep.53 The September Monologues
do you ever just hear a certain lyric and your throat feels like it’s closing up bc it hits you that hard
the thing about pepper potts is that she is, technically, the female love interest in a set of movies that are in significant part about the male hero’s pain, but she isn’t instrumentalized by the movies to be an aspect of that pain. tony’s not tortured about pepper; he’s tortured because he’s a fuck-up (and, across the course of three movies, (1) facing for the first time the carnage he has contributed to; (2) dying; and (3) traumatized). i look back sometimes at the first iron man in the context of, like, the superhero movie renaissance, following from raimi’s spider-man and batman begins, and like, compare not the female characters themselves but the role they play in (1) the life of the male character and (2) the context of the movie: they’re beautiful and unattainable and spend most of their scenes with the hero making him angstier. they’re a part of his burden. (especially once we hit the dark knight, lord.)
pepper is not, could not ever be, part of tony’s burden. pepper saves tony’s life in the first movie, twice. but she’s also not a vehicle for his salvation. she’s a source of stability partly because she frequently refuses to give him what he wants. he needs to change for them to be together, but she also isn’t his prize: their relationship is a blessing for him, but it’s also something he knows he needs to work at, and something we see him working at — you can tell me that saying, out loud, to pepper, “i’m a mess,” is not the actual hardest and most terrifying thing we ever see tony stark do, but i won’t believe you.
i mean: i love pepper, and septembriseur did a great job talking about why she’s so great, but i also really love their relationship and the way it’s depicted. there are so many ways, in the history of hollywood, of superhero stories, of fiction, for a relationship like this — especially given that she is technically his assistant! — to be depicted in a really hollow, sexist way, and it’s just so ??? nuanced and adult and grounded and real ?????? for a romantic relationship in a superhero movie????????????? i could cry about it basically forever, is what i’m saying.
finally have access to my external harddrive and all my photos again!
expect a lot of these over the next few days as i rediscover my own dang photos
My brother decided to use my bathroom and that was fine, but five minutes later I hear singing and he’s singing to the tune of “What’s This” for the Nightmare Before Christmas about various products I keep in the bathroom.
“What’s this, what’s this?
There’s products everywhere.
I think it goes in hair.”
Watching this (and fearing broken ankles with each loop) I can’t helping thinking about that old quote Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, except backwards and in high heels.
But no, if you watch closely you’ll see she doesn’t even step on the last chair. That means she had to trust that fucker to lift her gently to the ground while he was spinning down onto that chair. That takes major guts. I’d be pissing myself and fearing a broken neck if I were in her place. Kudos to her.
I can’t stop watching this.