I'm one of 8 people who will defend "The New Mutants", because you can see the layers of studio Tomfuckery which went on in it. The film isn't good, but it's got a great core idea: the director wanted to make "Nightmare on Elm Street 3: The Dream Warriors", and the studio went:
"Horror won't sell, make a Marvel."
So reshoots.
Trailer for "It" comes out.
"Oh man, horror is BIG! Make it a horror!"
I can then only imagine the director sarcastically fawning:
"WHAT A BRILLIANT IDEA! I NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT!"
So reshoot after reshoot after reshoot happens.
And yet, the core concept, when the film comes out, is good! 5 kids with super powers locked in a building, confronting their nightmares and each other.
The whole thing is encapsulated by the scene between Da Costa and Cannonball:
The former is doing laundry, and about to throw his shirt away, the latter notices, asks if he is going to do that, and the former gives it to him with a smile like it's nothing. Done. Character's established.
LITERALLY the next scene:
"That's Guthrie, he grew up poor, that's Da Costa, he's rich."
Come the fuck on, movie!
The tone's fucked, from layers of meddling. Like, had you told me it was about a nightmare bear doing battle with a fire man, a human cannonball, a teenage werewolf lesbian and her girlfriend with dream walker powers and a Russian magician and her pet pterodactyl, I'd be like:
"FUCK YEAH!"
But then, the tone is "we're a Marvel movie and a horror movie and a romance"
Fuck me.
I defend it, I'm one of 8 to do so.
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I truly believe plople who cry for frictional stuff or during movies are angles on earth .
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Country music sounds best on a tape cassette
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No but it's...
the way they naturally fall into eachother's roles when the other isn't there.
the instinctual head-tilt when Crosshair stabilized his rifle on Tech's shoulder, as if they'd done it a thousand times before.
It's the fact that Tech clearly told Phee all about his brother.
It's the sad, fond smile on Crosshair's face when Omega said Tech made her memorize all the plans ("of course he did").
It's the way Tech knew exactly where to look for that mirror.
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The night before Andrew’s first pro game, he receives a box from a company he is intimately familiar with. Pretty pink calligraphy branding the pristine white box with Allison’s fashion logo. It’s a rather large box, and Andrew is expecting the worst, like bright pink pompoms, but when he opens it, there are several neatly folded piles of silky material—armbands.
The first pair in each bundle is a simple black, but as he goes through them, he finds the colors changing, colors matching his new uniforms, colors Andrew would never usually wear but was informed he’d have to during specific months of the year.
At the bottom of the box lay three pairs with a note labeling them “custom.” The first pair was all black, except for a small dagger on the insides of both wrists. The second set is similar in color, except when they catch the light, subtle color shines through. A stupid rainbow. The last set Andrew knows Neil must have had something to do with as they are bright orange and white, tiny little fox paws on the insides of both wrist.
There are two of each pair, thirty pairs total. At the bottom of the box is a note branded with Allison’s logo but also a tiny kangaroo, one that is also branded just above the elbow on every sleeve.
“First look at the new sports line. I call this one Rew.”
Andrew hates her, but he plays his first game, ensuring Allison’s logo is always visible.
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Yin Yu, near tears of exhaustion, in Xie Lian's communication array: Your Highness please come pick up Chengzhu-
Dear tgcf fandom, take this sopping wet Hua Cheng I drew in 30 minutes.
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red hood, big guy that carries guns on every single pocket he has EXCEPT for that one pocket that he keeps full of cat treats so everytime he goes into an alley and finds a stray (or not) cat he kneels and feeds it so it's pretty common to see him with his arm extended at a cat while he goes "pstpstpst here, kitty kitty" with his softest voice
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