today, @thepeoplesjoker finally sees a theatrical release, starting in NYC and spreading like wildfire to theaters across the country and almost certainly beyond. here are some non-spoilery screenshots of my scene!
iām honored to have been asked to be a small part of this film; i animated a scene right in the middle of the movie in 2021 while i was finishing my senior year of college, as well as matte paintings used as backgrounds throughout - and recently i got to animate the logo, designed by @michaeldeforgecomics!
all movies take a herculean collaborative effort to get made, but the peopleās joker has been supported by the good will of so many people just to get seen. @veradrew22 and @brilerose have made THE true trans comic book movie, equal parts funny, thrilling, emotional, and reflective of modernity. itās been one of the most artistically rewarding experiences of my life, and iām beyond excited for yāall to finally see it. iām obviously biased, but this is my favorite movie, and it would be even if i didnāt work on it. sheās finally free and getting her due, and i couldnāt be happier!
if you somehow want more of me waxing poetic about TPJ, check out the review i did on my letterboxd. and to see other people do it instead, peruse one of the fuckmillion articles that have been out in major publications throughout the production; itās been in indiewire, variety, the hollywood reporter, polygon, @brokenpencilmag, even the goddamn new york times! thatās wild. the whole thing is wild.
do yourself a favor and see this movie; it represents the possibilities of embracing outsider art, and of a world where IP law is less āfor narcs, by narcs.ā
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truly I would love to see what percentage of whump fics in the mbs fandom are just "the author makes the cave scene worse"
12 is "Please help me" from this ask game!
tw for mentions of not getting enough food (it's about Number Two and the cave scene so that should give you a benchmark). If that upsets you don't read after the section break! (it's just a little epilogue thingy you're not missing much :D)
Read on ao3 here
The boy had spent the last few days prancing about like an overgrown puppy. His paws were still too big for his body; he hadnāt grown into them yet. Maybe he never would.
Still. Number Two was only a little surprised that disaster hadnāt struck until now.
It happened during the day, which was lucky. The howling wind ripped across the island, funneling into the cave, echoing the roar a hundred times over. It had covered the clatter of SQās big foot crashing directly into the leg of the table, sending it and its contents tumbling to the floor.Ā
SQ tumbled down too. He recovered quickly, glancing wildly about. Curtain and his men were in the other cavern, chatter and laughter spilling out as they shared lunch. Mr. Benedict was sound asleep, head lolling against the rock as he let out soft buzzing snores. Number Two sat impassive, still as a statue, the only witness.Ā
Shoulders settling, SQ let out a frustrated sigh, glaring down at his feet as if theyād betrayed him. He gathered his long limbs to himself and arranged them into a standing position.Ā
āI donāt know why this always happens to me,ā SQ moaned. āI try and try, butāā He curled his fingers around the edge of the table and righted it. āāitās like Iāve got two cleft feet.ā
āLeft feet,ā Number Two said automatically.
SQ picked up a box, thought hard for a moment, then set it on the table. āThat canāt be right. Everybody has two left feet. One when youāre looking down at your own feet, and one when someone else is facing you.ā He stopped to gather some papers, tossed them onto the table, then clearly thought better of it and arranged them in a neat stack.Ā
There was a shout of laughter from the other cavern. SQ jumped. He picked up another box and set it on the right side of the table. Then he squinted. Moved it to the left. He picked up a box of wires.
A resounding slap from the other cavern. Gentle, though, as though someone had slapped their knees before standing up. The sounds of a briefcase clicking closed. Silverware clattered. Lunchtime was over.
SQ paled. The table was in disarray, supplies scattered across the floor. The box was still visibly out of place. Mr. Curtain would know what had happened right away. There would be no fooling the man.
Fruitlessly, he glanced about, as if praying for an answer. And a sort of answer came to him. Number Two raised her eyebrows at him, prompting.
āPlease help me,ā SQ whispered.
āMove the box to the right. Three inches. A little more. There. Push it against the back wall. Put the box of wires on top of it.ā SQ scurried to comply. āGather the remaining papers on the floorāno, donāt stack them neatly. Just say the wind carried them. Donāt forget his box of juice. Turn it so that the label faces out.ā Exactly as it had been.
The whirring of Mr. Curtainās wheelchair grew louder. SQ leaped back and studied the table. āI still feel like thereās something missing ā¦ā
Was she really going to do this? Pass up this precious chance all to spare this gangly child from a tongue-lashing? She remembered how harsh Curtainās tone turned, how acidic his words. In the end, it was no choice at all.
āThe truth serum rolled behind that stalagmite. Quickly, now.ā
SQ leaped quicker than he ever had before. Two heartbeats later, Mr. Curtain rocketed into the cave to find everything perfectly in place and SQ looking sheepish.Ā
Lunch had been very satisfying that day. Mr. Curtain managed only a cursory growl at SQ for chatting with the prisoners before speeding away.
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āPlease help us,ā Number Two cried.
She hadnāt asked before now. She wouldnāt have, if she had recognized who SQ was. For now, however, she seemed to think he was some benevolent stranger.
āI canāt,ā he said, anguished. āYou know I canāt.ā
Number Two made a high-pitched noise, eyes closed.
Something was wrong. Theyād been feeding the prisoners adequately. At least, according to Mr. Curtain. SQ had brought up his concerns before, and Mr. Curtain had explained that feeding prisoners adequately and feeding the Ten Men adequately were two different benchmarks. So SQ had known not to ask again.Ā
But the woman was clearly delirious. Maybe he couldnāt help in the way she was asking. But he could do something.
He waited for the perfect moment, when Mr. Curtain got into one of his shouty phases. No one spared him a glance. He knelt before Number Two and tugged a pilfered granola bar out of his pocket.
āHere,ā he whispered, unwrapping it and holding it to her lips. āEat.ā
Thinking about the silencing technology in TPJ, and how in that one scene Mr. Benedict screamed himself into a narcoleptic attack and no one could hear him
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"I've just dealt a terrible blow to the best part of S.Q. Pedalian, children. We must all hope he recovers." - 'at the cave entrance Mr. Benedict stopped to look back. Perhaps it was a result of his exhaustion, or perhaps it was because he was the direct cause of S.Q.'s suffering, but his expression was as mournful as any of the children had ever seen it.'
I propose we call the Arc 3 ProtagonistsĀ āRebels of Pantalaā or RoP
You might have noticed that while we have DoD and JW for the first two arcs, there's no tag that can properly describe the protagonists of arc 3. However, the French copy of Hive QueenĀ is titledĀ āthe Rebels of Pantalaā- if that were what the book was called in English, weād probably already be referring to them by that.
TL;DR:Ā āRebels of Pantalaā will make tagging and finding posts easier and give us something to call them thatās notĀ āarc 3 protagonistsā