I remember how much her realization that she was “never going to be good enough for him” resonated with me when I first watched this movie. She decided to push herself, not to be with him, but to prove him the fuck wrong.
Strong female role models who can still wear pink and love fashion. Yes yes yes.
I FUCKING LOVE THIS MOVIE OH MY GODDDDDDDDDD
CAN WE JUST STOP FOR A SEC THO?
HE’S INSULTING HER FOR BEING DUMB
SHE GOT INTO THAT SCHOOL ON HER OWN.
WARNER NEEDED HIS DADDY TO CALL THEM TO BE ABLE TO GET IN.
I LOVE THIS MOVIE NO ONE EVEN UNDERSTANDS.
I’m fairly positive that this movie taught me that it’s okay to be very feminine and love pink and be super fucking smart and take zero shit from dumbass boys.
I also liked how she showed up in her bunny outfit, expecting a costume party, and when she discovered that it wasn’t, she just shrugged and stayed for the party anyway. No “boo-hoo I’m so embarrassed I must run and hide my shame”, she’s got confidence in spades and doesn’t let it throw her off her game, aside from being mildly upset that she was lied to.
I think some people are so sealed inside their fate that they hide deep within their mind.
It’s 2089. all cops have been replaced by genetically modified dogs that let children pet them, help old ladies cross the street, chase down criminals, never eat donuts, bark at cat-callers, analyze dna, easily track down murders, pee on white collar criminals, and tear the faces off of rapists. utopia has been reached.
How was this accomplished you ask?
Well its simple
Dogs are colorblind
Let’s just talk about Wednesday’s perfect “not giving a fuck” attitude because it’s marvelous.
I do not have the capacity to handle this scene because it’s just so unassuming and subtle and still relays a wealth of emotion. This moment is when Darcy realises that Elizabeth is something more to him. The look on her face when she lets go of his hand, it’s an “oh. That isn’t what I expected.” The difference in sizes between their hands. The curl of his fingers around hers and of course, they way he flexes when he walks away. Like she’s under his skin. Like in that moment, she buried her way inside of him and that movement might help to shake her out. Though, of course it doesn’t. All this in two small almost inconspicuous moments. I love hands.
Almost a thousand people in West Africa die from ebola and nobody bats an eyelash, yet 2 white people in the US contract it and miraculously a cure is released and given to them because they’re an “extreme circumstance.” Satire is dead and real life is a dystopian hellscape