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UNDERDOG (feat. WORTHIKIDS)
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The runt with the brunt I'm packed with a punch
Put me on the hunt I'm the beef of the bunch
On the attack, they're holding me back
One of these days I'll be leading the pack
I'm picking my bones
Licking my wounds
Caught in the shadow of all I can lose
All eyes on me, I'm taking the lead
Biting the bricks until they bleed
Make bends in the chain link fence
A big bite is the best defense
I'm chasing prevailing scents
I'm making my difference
Make bends in the chain link fence
A big bite is the best defense
I'm chasing prevailing scents
I'm making my difference
Six steps, six steps to the top
Then a sheer drop
It's the fate of the underdog
Six steps, six steps to the top
Then a sheer drop
It's the fate of the underdog
"if i was orpheus i simply wouldn't have turned around" if you didn't love her enough to turn around, you didn't love her enough to crawl through the underworld to save her. if you could prevent yourself from looking back, you wouldn't be trying to bring her back to life. if you were able to look forward, you would be grieving.
"if I was orpheus I simply wouldn't have turned around" if you don't love her enough to turn around, you aren't orpheus.
when the blind man shows frankenstein’s creature the pleasures of life he shows him cigarette and music. notice how he doesn’t show him linkedin and email
In the book, Benitez specifically points to US imperialism as having caused the death of more Christians than radicalized Muslim youth (and rightly suggests it had a role in that very radicalization!) In the movie, he vaguely identifies the culprit as the 'hate' everyone carries inside themselves. An odd (and very liberal) conclusion. This is one of the few places where the movie departs from the book
Ralph Fiennes's breakdown in the Pope's bedroom in Conclave is one of my favourite parts of the movie. Here's this man, a priest with doubts, who's lost his friend probably something akin to a mentor or leader or father, and he isn't given a second to mourn him, which is anathema to the whole religion he dedicated his life to. No, he can't take a moment to sit down and breathe because he is a manager, so he has to manage. He is then forced into suspecting his brothers and his friends, and he breaks into the Holy Father's room, because his conscience wouldn't let it rest. And then he sees the Pope's glasses and breaks down in one of the ugliest fits of weeping I remember seeing in movies.
It is such a realistic portrayal of grief and how it sneaks upon you in the most unbecoming ways and unexpected moments.
So I heard good things about the movie Conclave, so as a dutiful little post-Catholic weirdo with lingering baggage, I gave it a watch and was thoroughly entertained. I highly recommend it.
But one of the reasons why it's been getting so much discussion is that people keep comparing it to Drag Race and making it out to be this campy drama full of gossip and machinations. And while those elements are there, and I certainly endorse taking that approach to analysis, I also can't help but wonder. I wonder if the reason why people are clocking it as a glam gossip drama is because they don't have enough lived experience with Catholicism, and its most vociferous adherents that they can't clock the sincerity when they witness it.
There is a mundane hierarchical jockeying aspect to it, and that cannot be denied, but the true fascination in the experience, the creeping horror of it, is to see dudes who have completely convinced themselves of their own self righteousness that they believe Performative Humility is Genuine Submission to God's Will. There's a bit that carries through the film that says "nobody who acts like they WANT to be pope SHOULD be pope", but that unto itself is a form of performance. It's the most insidious kind of grandstanding because it's the kind that can convince the performer themself that it's genuine. It can make them think: "I've eaten enough humble pie to prove I'm a good person, so I don't have to continue the work of self examination."
In my opinion, that sort of performance has less in common with high glam ego-driven drag competition, and more in common, say, with online political posturing, the contest to appear most sociopolitically aware and self-flagellatory. To prove how good one is by being loudest about confessing how bad one is. And maybe some people aren't ready to make that connection because they don't want to believe that old dudes in church are capable of the same kinds of mental gymnastics to pursue their own self-interests as the most liberated, educated, and media savvy online commentator.
