I’m so thankful I had a childhood before social media took over
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i still don’t think kylo ren killed all those kids.

With Star Wars: The Force Awakens, director J.J. Abrams sought to prop up and revitalize the most popular film franchise in movie history, to preserve its qualities in amber for a new generation. The Force Awakens was very concerned about what you, the moviegoer and fan, thinks about Star Wars. It wants to please you. It wants to be comfort food. And it’s very, very good at that.
But with Star Wars: The Last Jedi, director Rian Johnson wants to burn Star Wars to the ground. Not because he harbors ill will toward it, but because he loves it. He loves it so much that he wants to cleanse the garden and allow something fresh and new to grow. The Last Jedi is not concerned about what you, the moviegoer and fan, thinks about Star Wars. It wants to challenge you and make you question what Star Wars is and what it can be.
(This post contains major spoilers for Star Wars: The Last Jedi.)
Last word:
When these things blow up, I often see a lot of criticism of fan entitlement. I believe this exists, and I think it can be corrosive. I don’t see it myself, but I keep very secluded here, all told – I follow very few people and never, ever venture into the comments section of anything. But since there can sometimes be misunderstandings (or miscommunication on my part), I want to make clear what it is that gets me riled up.
It isn’t Benedict. Do I think he’s completely innocent? No more than I think that fans are completely innocent – I think we’re ALL very human, and we’re all coming from intensely personal places, him included. My beef isn’t with him, it’s with a mass media that uses fangirls for clickbait in predictably, consistently pathologizing terms. Yesterday’s NYM piece described his female fandom as a “seismic force of female hysteria,” and that right there is what I’m angry with. That this keeps happening in relation to Benedict is happenstance – it happens that he’s in two Christmas films and one Oscar contender, so his press for those has kind of bunched up – as it did this time last year with a similar roster of films – so he’s currently the media ‘it’ man. That’s as it is.
When I say we’re on a break – jokingly! – what I mean is that I want to keep on liking him, and his press is currently such that I feel like being a female fan of his is a liability. I’m tired of being characterized as something I’m not. I don’t care what he personally thinks of me – I can only imagine what kinds of fan encounters he’s had, and inasmuch as we all know someone we kind of side-eye in real life, I can’t help but think that some of those have probably been some kind of alarming. I don’t live his life, I don’t presume to say what he should think/say/do. I love his work – I really do. And I want to keep on loving it.
So we’re on a break while he finishes out this press junket (probably through The Hobbit). NOT because I suddenly hate him, not because I want him to act a certain way, but because the press seems compelled to keep dragging his female fans into interviews with him, and – some of you may think I’m making excuses for him; I suppose that’s possible, but for me I see it as giving him the benefit of the doubt, because that’s what I do. I think he’s tired, I think he’s got interview after interview after interview coming at him, and things are said. And, as I said above, he’s entitled to his experiences and opinions – they affect my life not at all. I simply have had it with the press attempting to capitalize on his current celebrity by scapegoating his female fans. They make choices when they decide to set up photoshoots with ‘rabid fangirls’, and those choices are just one more nail in the coffin of female fan representation.
THAT is my beef, that’s what I’m angry about, and it could be literally any celebrity – it isn’t about Benedict in any meaningful way for me, it’s about this hyperbolic discourse of fangirl representation, in which our pleasures, our passions, the fact that we do love something or someone, is ridiculed and set up as the excessive extreme against which ‘normal’ fandom is constituted – in which ‘normal’ is a kind of rational, distanced, masculinist appreciation, I suppose (we conveniently forget the passion of sports fans – or valorize it when, say, and underdog team wins a major sports tournament – until there are actual casualties).
*angles laptop away from whoever sits next to me*
no but really if they aren’t setting this up to be an epic romance that culminates in John and Sherlock finally realizing, finally at the right time, that they are completely and hopelessly in love with each other then I really have no fucking idea what on god’s green earth they’re doing.
in which sherlock is upset that john doesn’t think sherlock is the most unsociable person he’s ever met
#i can’t deal with this episode it tricked me with all the laughing D:
^^^THIS

Can we just talk about this shot for a moment? It’s a very brief shot in the film, hardly means anything other than showing “Commander John Harrison’s” Starfleet file.
But in reality, this is Khan’s mugshot. It was most likely what he looked like soon after Admiral Marcus pulled him out of cryosleep. He’d probably just learned that Marcus would kill any number of his crew should he step out of line.
At this point, it’s too early on for him to find a way out. He’s trapped, tired, confused by all the new technology 260 years into the future. And he knows he’s being used. He doesn’t have a choice.
My absolute favorite thing about this shot is you can see all of that on his face. Thank you Benedict.





