The Fastest Gun Alive – 1956
Interesting western with a surprise (sort of) ending.
Glenn Ford’s best Western is, imo, Delmer Daves’ Cowboy (1958). His character (tough trail boss) is mainly ruthless, but has moments of humour and moments of tenderness.
Der wahre Horror fängt erst an
Nein, der fällt aus und kommt erst 2 stunden später mit dem übernächsten Zug.
Die Ansage kommt aber erst 3 Minuten vor Abfahrt und der Zug fährt vom Gleis am anderen Ende des Bahnhofs.
Und in umgekehrter Wagenreihung.
Und wie immer im Sommer ohne funktionierende Klimaanlage.
Sehr geehrte Fahrgäste, leider sind die Toiletten im Großraumwagen außer Funktion. Wir bitten um Ihr Verständnis.
Black Sails + some of the LGBT tropes they invented
If you haven’t watched this show yet, you’ve really been missing out.
YAY!!
“I’ll get to the beach. Appeal directly to the crews. If we can stop anyone else from going up there, we can keep this from getting out of hand.”
“Can I assume when you say you’ll go to the beach to make this appeal, you mean me? All right then.”
Silver’s “Sorry, are you asking my opinion?” is one of his best lines EVER. Love Flint’s reverse-shot look, a combination of “You shit + Yes, I actually am + I need your help, so do as I say when I say, or else”.
About 20% of the Australian population speaks a language other than English. However there is little connection between the languages taught in schools, and the languages spoken in homes.
@mcicioni-blog wow, interesting read
I think the author overstates her case a bit. Community languages are taught (not well, but are taught) at many pre-schools and primary schools. And Australia has an absolutely wonderful State-financed, national radio and television channel which broadcasts in over 100 community languages.
Linguistic paranoia – why is Australia so afraid of languages?
In 1953 lesbian author Mary Renault wrote the novel The Charioteer, now dated, but well-written, and much appreciated by pre-Stonewall readers. It is the story of a love triangle between Laurie (wounded at Dunkerque, has a leg shorter than the other), Andrew (very young, idealist, Quaker, conscientious objector) and Ralph (a little older than Laurie, a naval officer, self-contained and abrupt, aware and unashamed of his homosexuality).
I wonder how many Black Sails fans are aware of the existence of this novel and what they think of it. I picked it up again last week and couldn’t help seeing Ralph as a younger version of Flint and Laurie as a more upright version of Silver.
Have rewatched 2.02. What a great episode. Silver’s running attempts at providing the “news of the day”, and Flint’s mildly worried expression at the initial outcomes, although he declares himself not impressed. The two of them on the same side against everyone else. Flint playing Dufresne like a violin, from the early reference to the late Gates to his walking into the captain’s cabin and announcing that “the vote was close”. And putting on his new jacket.
And the flashbacks which revealed the darker side of controlled, polite Lieutenant McGraw.
The problem is that white people see racism as conscious hate, when racism is bigger than that. Racism is a complex system of social and political levers and pulleys set up generations ago to continue working on the behalf of whites at other people’s expense, whether whites know/like it or not. Racism is an insidious cultural disease. It is so insidious that it doesn’t care if you are a white person who likes black people; it’s still going to find a way to infect how you deal with people who don’t look like you. Yes, racism looks like hate, but hate is just one manifestation. Privilege is another. Access is another. Ignorance is another. Apathy is another. And so on. So while I agree with people who say no one is born racist, it remains a powerful system that we’re immediately born into. It’s like being born into air: you take it in as soon as you breathe. It’s not a cold that you can get over. There is no anti-racist certification class. It’s a set of socioeconomic traps and cultural values that are fired up every time we interact with the world. It is a thing you have to keep scooping out of the boat of your life to keep from drowning in it. I know it’s hard work, but it’s the price you pay for owning everything.
“Who you were, I have no idea who you were.“ –Black Sails 409
So painful. So much yearning. So beautifully written.
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