yeah i'm pretty dumb
I remember being very young, maybe nine or so, and being allured by the concept of womanhood. Thoughts along the lines of "I wish I were a girl" and the like roamed freely throughout my mind, but this desire was just that -- a desire. To my eyes, sex and gender were inextricably shackled to one another, and in fact, I don't think I had any remote distinction between the two; in my mind, they were one and the same.…
a reverent re-realization of universal privileges largely and falsely recognized as montonous commonalities; imbued with the most soulful of esotericisms and a pure, unfettered love of life. almost carnal in its burning (com)passion for mortality which seamlessly intermingles and benefits from an off-the-wall metatextual premise
as i stare down the daunting barrel of the prospect of yet another year gone by (and yet another anew), i'm reminded of my immense fortune of various measures, those which i've glossed over in the past. i have only this film to thank.
happy new year's, all. i hope 2022 brings the best to you. <3
La Haine harbors a palpably burning hatred for bourgeois authority, as is made clear time and time again. Every single frame is entirely encompassed by this titular hatred, and righteously so -- well, not quite.
La Haine very staunchly views the working class and their means of defense as infantile; their munitions falsely reimagined as weaponry reserved solely for class infighting and that of the futile, that of the juvenile, rather than for the downfall of the bourgeois authorities that…