wineandpop:

In which I get very personal and very effusive about Boyhood:
“Olivia reminds me a lot of my mother (though hopefully not in the way mentioned above; also, my parents are still together), thanks to Patricia Arquette giving the best performance of the year so far. Some of her mannerisms gave me whiplash, given how closely they hewed to my mom’s behavior. When Olivia asks Mason if he’s been drinking, she laughs at his answer and says they’ll talk about it in the morning. She’s a kind, giving woman who doesn’t always get the respect she deserves from her kids (as, it would seem, many deserving moms of surly teenagers don’t). I also see shades of my father in Mason Sr., though again with the distinction that he’s been around for all of my life (related: can we officially stop being surprised when Ethan Hawke is astounding, as he is here). The Black Album gift that he makes for his son is incredibly similar to a number of presents my father has given me, made with care and a desire to connect. If you were to combine my two little sisters, you would be fairly close to an approximation of the film’s Samantha (Lorelei Linklater is such a naturally gifted performer from the beginning; there’s something unnaturally strong in that bloodline). The older captures her occasional ebullience and the younger her loving eye rolling. When Samantha defends her brother backhandedly by saying that he just painted his nails to fit it, that mirrors a lot of the flashes of pure love my sisters and me show one another.”

wineandpop:

In which I get very personal and very effusive about Boyhood:

“Olivia reminds me a lot of my mother (though hopefully not in the way mentioned above; also, my parents are still together), thanks to Patricia Arquette giving the best performance of the year so far. Some of her mannerisms gave me whiplash, given how closely they hewed to my mom’s behavior. When Olivia asks Mason if he’s been drinking, she laughs at his answer and says they’ll talk about it in the morning. She’s a kind, giving woman who doesn’t always get the respect she deserves from her kids (as, it would seem, many deserving moms of surly teenagers don’t). I also see shades of my father in Mason Sr., though again with the distinction that he’s been around for all of my life (related: can we officially stop being surprised when Ethan Hawke is astounding, as he is here). The Black Album gift that he makes for his son is incredibly similar to a number of presents my father has given me, made with care and a desire to connect. If you were to combine my two little sisters, you would be fairly close to an approximation of the film’s Samantha (Lorelei Linklater is such a naturally gifted performer from the beginning; there’s something unnaturally strong in that bloodline). The older captures her occasional ebullience and the younger her loving eye rolling. When Samantha defends her brother backhandedly by saying that he just painted his nails to fit it, that mirrors a lot of the flashes of pure love my sisters and me show one another.

At the End of Endless Days

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By Josh Oakley

Class of 2014:

We couldn’t remember the words. Some of us, like Tracy Jackson, had spent enough time attending sporting events to get the gist of the song. But even the brownest noses struggled to recall the precise order of our school’s intentions. “Be kind and brave” was there…

The Wrong Newspaper

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By Josh Oakley

Molly looked around the room, lit only by a candle and what remained of the setting sun’s light pouring through the small, square window. There were two other chairs, directly across from her, wooden and dusty from lack of use. The one to the right appeared uneven, one leg barely…

This is Merely a Pause, This is Not the End

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By Josh Oakley

The place reeked of rotting foods and broken windows let in the cold. There were only three bodies, far fewer than contained in the rest of the building, or in similar structures. One wore a uniform, the other two were dressed in their final images: her, a blue summery dress, him…

The Water Erases the Sand

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I.

She is imprinting the thoughts into the sand. The images are like memories from a past life, distant yet personal. One is a woman alone in a house. Another is a man in a boat, surrounded by fins protruding from the water. She stops after this one and shudders, shaking her head thoroughly to…

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