#wordificating

Miles is constantly comparing himself, whether directly or indirectly, to the Mona Lisa. He wants to be “forever remembered in the same breath” as her. He plays up the mystery and the complexity of the painting, the artistry, the skill and the knowledge that went into it; All traits that he wants others to see in him.

But when Miles is describing the painting, who gets the closeup shot? Not Miles, but Helen. Helen is the one who gets multiple shots throughout the movie mirroring the Mona Lisa- same pose, same unreadable expression.

Because Miles isn’t the Mona Lisa, however much he wishes he was. Miles is the Glass Onion. Something trying to look complex and layered on the outside, when in reality, the center is in plain sight. Miles isn’t some enigmatic genius, he is exactly what he appears to be at first glance: an idiotic, rich, egotistical, shithead.

He didn’t make his own puzzles, he didn’t write his own murder, he didn’t create his own art, he didn’t even come up with the idea for his company. His island is filled with things made by other people. He isn’t even the person who did the thing that will forever connect him to the Mona Lisa. The thing that will forever tie him to Helen Brand.

It goes against everything the church tells us about anger. We should “turn the other cheek” and take it, to accept the hollow satisfaction of being the “better person” when faced with people who would see us dead in the street. It is evil, it is weakness, it is sin. They want to take away our anger, our rage, our wrath, because they know what we can do with it, and that scares them.

Benji and Seraph are for all of us who want to scream in the face of bigots,

we will not lay down and die

When you realize they fundamentally didn’t value friendship in the same way you do- as an equal to romance

When you can’t get rid of the speaking mannerisms you picked up from them

When they seem so unbothered, as if nothing happened, and you have to reconcile that with your grief

When you can’t tell how much of what you see looking back is the rose-tinted glasses coming off and how much is grasping for some sort of personal justification

When the person you can no longer stand to be around undeniably shaped you into the person you are now

When we keep our traditional practices alive today are we still icky savages for not becoming enlightened by the wise vegans? Clearly a better way to respect our land would be to switch to the plastic that disintegrates near instantly and poisons the water and the animals (including ourselves) with microplastics.

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