In which Hunter Harris attempts to exorcise the movie quotes haunting her brain.
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The devil has really been in her bag lately.
Were living in a time of overlapping pandemics; I havent seen my closest friends in months.
Every day, I wake up to push alerts announcing new horrors, new violence, and new murders.
Every day is hard in a new and different way: What will the devil think of next?
If she didnt have new and worse scams up her statement sleeve, I might have to stan.)
The past few years have just been like titty punch after titty punch after titty fucking punch!
the comedian Jaboukie Young-Whitetold me in April.
It is the only description that feels appropriate.
Some days, my specific strain of malaise makes me reject anything hopeful.
I dont want to feel inspired; I want to feel correct vindicated in my sadness.
I want to see this weight I feel.
I want to watch it.
Loss is complicated, confusing: She loves her husband, but she resents him.
She hates that White House, but she cant fathom not living in a place they share.
I generally consider myself to be dramatic, but look outside, at this world!
I feel this frustrated anguish, this disaffected sorrow, more than I dont feel it.
So the line reading were discussing today is perversely odd.
He slams a door, curses their luck.
Bobby, watch your mouth!
What did we accomplish, huh?
Were just were just the beautiful people?
Isnt that what we are?
Its the way he says it ah-caaalm-plush that makes me feel seen and slighted all at once.
The word is mutilated in Peter Sarsgaards mouth, by Peter Sarsgaards tongue.Whadid we ah-calm-plush?
It is agreatmysteryto mewhy he is here.
Oluwatoyin Salau still died when she was 19; Breonna Taylors killers still havent been arrested.Whadid we ah-calm-plush?!
Jackierightly makes a horror movie out of something horrible the gendered experience of loss.
Walking alone at the head of the long, historic procession, she adds, So I let them.
Every person who died from the coronavirus should get this same procession.
He was white and president, so she can make some version of that happen.
But that frustration is how I feel, right now, about everything I see.
How do we honor the dead?
How can we keep them alive?
How do we make sorrow feel important?
But also: My lease is up in just a few weeks.
I havent seen my parents in months.
Life is moving so quickly.
When he tries to give a name to the grief they both share, he cant even do it!
Instead, he squawks out syllables that claim to amount to What did we truly accomplish?
It is funny to imagine Sarsgaard as Bobby Kennedy fretting over this, and honestly, why should I?
