It’s also one of the very rare films that I’ve ever seen, I think, that celebrate female rage, a certain kind of violence perpetrated by a woman. Like, yes, there are movies about female serial killers and other kinds of truly evil women, but I can’t remember the last time I saw an American movie where an American woman washed off blood in a shower and the blood wasn’t hers. Where the blood was the blood of a man who maybe didn’t deserve to die, but who certainly wasn’t innocent; a former boyfriend that wanted to control everything about Amy, to keep her safely locked up in his ideal version of her.
What the movie really highlights, and I think even more so than the book, is that Amy has spent her whole life living someone else’s story: first as a character in her parent’s books, as the right kind of sexually available woman (as described in her infamous ‘Cool Girl’ monologue, a testament to Gillian Flynn’s incredible ability to pinpoint a certain kind of anti-feminist feminist screed directed at other women as well as the patriarchal culture that creates those women), as the right kind of girlfriend, and it’s her role as the right kind of wife that does finally undo her." - 'Til Death Do Us Part - Haley Mlotek on Gone Girl (via wmilam)
THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER
they both look a little nervous about what the other one might write
then just the biggest smiles when they are reassured yet again how much they just love each other
When I read Klinsmann/Garber comments
A League of Their Own (1992), 1st Game Warm Up