Into the Spider Verse is finally doing what mainstream CGI animation should have been doing for years: creating visuals only possible BECAUSE of the chosen medium.
CGI is a modern crutch. It’s cheaper than 2D by a landslide, and easier to churn out with the support of a studio.
But the actualization of a medium clicks when the medium is being used in ways that only it can. Focusing on rendering every hair, on recreating beautiful photo-realistic landscapes, that’s fine. It’s impressive. But the approach reaches a point where we’re left wondering:
“Why didn’t you just make a live action movie?”
Spider Verse brings the aesthetic, the aim, and the FUN of comics to the screen in a gorgeous way. I’m fucking thrilled that Miles is getting such a beautiful, unique, and frankly revolutionary introduction to the big screen.
Considering Africa is a continent with 54 different countries and over 3000 different ethnic groups, it really shouldn’t surprise people that there is no one set look for an African.
Afar people:
San people:
Amazigh people:
Oromo people:
Hausa people:
Masai people:
Edo people:
Wodaabe people:
These are just 8 of the over 3000 ethnic groups in Africa, and you can already see how beautiful and varied the people of Africa are.
If you’re an adult, do the stuff you couldn’t as a kid.
Like, me and my sister went to a museum, and they had an extra exhibit of butterflies. But it cost £3. So we sighed, walked past, then stopped. We each had £3. We could see the butterflies. And we did it was great. We followed it up with an ice-cream as well because Mum and Dad weren’t there to say no.
I was driving back from a work trip with 2 other people in their early 20s, and we drove past a MacDonalds. One of the others went “Aww man, I’d love a McFlurry.” And the guy driving pulled in to the drive through. It was wild. But it was great.
I went to a park over the weekend and I was thinking “Man, I’d love to hire one of those bikes and cycle round the park.” It took me a few minutes to go “Wait, I can hire one of those bikes!”
I guess what I’m saying is, those impulsive things you wanted to do as a kid – see the dinosaur exhibit, play in the fountains with the other kids, lie in the shade for 2 hours – you can do when you’re an adult. You have to deal with a whole lot of other bull, but at least you can indulge your inner 8 year-old.
one of my biggest pet peeves is when people are like, “i don’t care, my significant other can go through my phone. i have nothing to hide.”
okay. first of all.
wanting a partner to respect your privacy doesn’t necessarily go hand in hand with “having something to hide.” maybe you’d just prefer that they trust you without putting you under surveillance like a fucking prisoner?
second.
it’s not only your privacy. if you’re cool with that shit, i really hope you’re informing all your friends and family members who discuss their personal lives with you that they should be prepared for your shitty SO to read through all their messages to you, but i’m betting you’re not doing that.
maybe your bestie from high school doesn’t want your boyfriend seeing her emotional messages about her recent breakup? maybe your sister doesn’t want him reading her messages about struggles with her kids or her marriage? maybe your friend with mental health issues isn’t counting on you sharing their struggles with anyone else?
maybe you should grow up and realize that if your partner loves and respects you, they’ll believe you have nothing to hide without checking for themself.
Maybe misusing the name of God isn’t so much about saying the shallow words, “Oh my God,” as it is about using the name of God to justify discrimination, oppression, injustice, racism, slavery, xenophobia, poverty, sexism, islamophobia, ableism, homophobia, war, & the list can go on.
Amen
When I was a wee little Gaslight attending Catholic Sunday schools, and then later in college when I was taking a Bible as Literature class, both my stolid neighborhood deacon and my dapper Protestant professor said almost the exact same thing:
“Taking the Lord’s name in vain isn’t when someone says ‘God damn it.’ It’s when a mortal, fallible human being presumes to put words in God’s mouth and say ‘This is what God wants you to do.’“
“‘My name is Robert but I would prefer that you call me Bob.’ It’s just like that. You know what I mean? And if you were to insist upon calling that person Robert, you would be a colossal dick.”
— Paul F. Tompkins, succinctly explaining why you call people what they want to be called, whether it’s “little people” or “transgender” or “chairperson” or “Bob”. It’s not about being politically correct and it’s not about you. It’s about basic decency and respect. (via ericmortensen)
AND THEY WANT TO GO BACK. They’re seeing these things now, these things are making them uncomfortable, and they want to go back. But they think it’s a problem with the media they want to consume rather than a problem with them.
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