Editor’s Note: In our glorious return, our Tea & Fiction team take on the wonderful debut of Stranger Things 2’s Mad Max and our conflicted feelings about episode 7: The Lost Sister.
When we last left our diamonds in the rough heroes of DC’s Legends of Tomorrow the team had seemingly “broken time”. Our original leader, Rip Hunter (Arthur Darvill) had given his leading position to Sara Lance (Caity Lotz).
Last season suffered without the presence of Mr. Hunter along with the plotlines that didn’t quite live up to season one.
However, from the get-go Rip Hunter is no longer trying to figure out his place among the Legends. Now, he’s graduated from time pirate to laced up Men in Black (or Blue?)
In a span of minutes… or five years (time is super fluid) Rip has found a new group to enforce his rules on now that the Legends have outgrown him.
I was so excited to finally have my own place. Well, not my ‘own, own’ place. I shared it with two other people. But it was exciting nonetheless. There are many things you come to expect when you trek out on your own into the world: bills, weird roommate situations, and really noisy neighbors. However, I never expected ghosts to be that list.
The first time I “encountered” my fourth roommate I was exiting my room into the shared hallway/kitchen area with a direct view of the living room. It was dark. I was alone. I was barely out of my bedroom doorframe when the TV…. turned on.
It didn’t even turn on to a regular television station.
I remember just standing there, my hands behind me holding the doorknob of my room to close it. That was eerie timing, I remember thinking. I think I may have even said, “Hello?”
If you’ve watched Black Swan and/or The Wrestler you’d know that director Darren Aronofsky is big on the whole tortured artist motif. He plays this stories close to the vest and tries to distort the viewers’ perception of what is or isn’t real.
Unlike so many typical Hollywood films, Arononfsky isn’t trying to a movie that tries to make you feel a good warm on the inside. His stylistic choices are meant to disarm you, make you uncomfortable.
I laid low on seeking out a synopsis for the movie mother!. But to be perfectly honest, even if you read the synopsis or the director and cast explanation of the story it still won’t really validate what you took away from the experience.
A few years ago, I worked at a summer camp. There was a particular child at this summer camp that came in every day clad in Star Wars shirts and shoes. It impressed the staff and was a testament that is possible to parent while instilling a healthy geek background.
Obviously, the child hadn’t even been born when A New Hope came out in 1977. What has always been impressive about the Star Wars universe is its ability to remain relevant to generations that followed.
My fondest memory is when I used my dad’s metallic basketball pump as a lightsaber. It got dinged up, a lot, as I waved it around whacking into other things, pretending I was battling Darth Vader.
I was not a girly-girly. I liked Sailor Moon but prior to that, I fancied myself a Jedi.
Princess Leia (Carrie Fisher, RIP) was kickass. I mean, when we first see her or really hear her speak she’s Darth Vader’s prisoner. But she’s not small. She’s not scared. She’s defiant. She’s everything women want to be when surrounded by men who want to destroy her world (literally).
Previous: Chapter One – Part One
I woke up the next morning, or what felt like the next morning in a bright, white room.
My memories were slowly forming in the back of my head when I realized I was no longer in the cave on the beach.
Had they found us? Was my immediate thought. The room I was now in reminded me far too much of the Darose, Zendo facility – only less upscale. There was an odd flicker from the light overhead that buzzed for far too long.
I glanced down. I still had my clothing on so that seemed like a good sign – maybe.
I blinked and scanned the space around me.
There was a large window to my left. The curtains were closed but a small stream of white light encased with slowly moving dust had managed to free itself from the drapery.
Two thin white blankets were nestled over my lap that I slowly peeled back. I pushed my legs off the side to the floor. As I attempted to move a wave of dizziness came upon me. The world tilted to the left and I followed it.
I heard my mouth release a sharp yelp as I threw my body weight into the side of the bed frame.
The walls were probably built thin incase something like this happened. It was only a second after that the doors to the room burst open and two men descended upon me, taking me by both sides.
“No, wait,” I heard myself say and I gently placed back into the bed.
“Easy, Ms. Liu,” said the dark-haired man on the left, “We got you.”
“No, you don’t understand…”
Their shadows had closed in around me. I tried to pull away but found the attempt useless.
“Sara,” A low voice rose into the air.
For a moment I thought my brain was playing tricks on me.
“Sara,” The voice spoke again, this time it appeared irritated.
I turned in the direction of the door, where the voice was coming from.
While we rarely do discuss music on Tea & Fiction, I felt it was important to highlight the contributions of Chris Cornell to the artistic community as a whole.
As a child born in 80’s but grew up in the 90’s Black Hole Sun was one of my introductory tracks into alternative rock music.
In high school, Audioslave‘s self-titled album was one of my favorite albums in 2002.
Rest in Peace Chris Cornell.
Editor’s Note: The struggle of being a Marvel fangirl is real. In this week’s episode, we discuss the amazing things the Marvel Cinematic and Television Universe (Logan, Legion)has given us. Along with the unfortunate pitfalls (and culture appropriation) i.e. Dr. Strange and Iron Fist.
A Suitable Girl debuted at the Tribeca Film Festival on April 22nd 2017.
A Suitable Girl
Directors: Sarita Khurana and Smriti Mundhra
At the beginning of A Suitable Girl we come to the juxtaposition between two very stark moments in time.
As an audience, we are given a montage of images: an evolution of little Indian girls growing under the watchful eye of their families.
But the narration offers us what is to be their future. It is a blunt, sweeping attempt to angle us all in the proper direction: marriage.
There will eventually come a time where she will marry and leave her family behind.
Chapter One – Part One
The funny thing about you being dead, twice mind you, is you get a lot of perspective.
When I first died. I mean, when I first thought I was dead I couldn’t quite cope with where I was in life. Everything, everything I had ever known had gone up in flames. The Past became my Present. My Future, or at least the future I had hoped for was gone.
There was no back button. There was no way to undo our actions.
If you’ve lived the life I had lived up until that point – you might feel like: what was the point then?
You try to make up for a broken childhood. You try to re-make yourself in a better woman who you thought you could be. But what does that do for you? What?
I can’t even say I died. Not yet, anyway. That’s later of course, but you’ve seen that. Or at least, part of that.
But when life or a combusting, anti-matter explosion kicks you in the stomach you don’t slither off into the darkness and give up. No, that’s not how you were trained. That’s not what you know how to do. Giving up is not something you do. You fight. You get up. You shake your fist at the goddamn sky and say you’re gonna make something of your life.
Granted, this was before I had been thoroughly exposed to any form of popular cinema so I had no strong archetype female to compare myself to.
When my eyes opened and I saw the brown world below me my heart lodged itself under my tongue.