Watching Mulan: 2 minutes into the movie I tear up looking at Fa Mulan chasing a chicken everywhere in their little cul de sac and up the roof, making a whole ordeal with her parents yelling after her, but she is smiling fresh. I don’t know where my obsession with the notion of “liberation” comes from. I say obsession because I have very strong feelings attached to the glimpses of the word or even to the nuanced portrayal of the concept, and don’t know why. So by definition, I am unreasonably emotional about it.
WW84 was shit. Maybe I had no context. Still shit -- people without context should still be able to enjoy.
More hopeful about Mulan but I never finished it for the reasons of the following several posts I ran-wrote down until I tired myself to dry sleep in the plane.