Mr. Jones, did you know that 12 days ago- 12 days ago- your attorney’s messed up and sent me an entire digital copy of your entire cell phone, with every text message you’ve sent for the past two years, and when informed, did not take any steps to identify it as privileged or protected in any way, and as of two days ago it fell free and clear into my possession, and that is how I know you lied to me when you said you didn’t have text messages about Sandy Hook- did you know that?
Hard to overstate what an enormous, colossal fuckup this is on the part of Jones’ attorneys.
anyone else have the formative childhood experience of being 11 years old and falling in love with the musical wicked so your mom buys you the book to read because the cover art is the exact same as the musical poster and you open it expecting a fun whimsical adventure with elphaba & co at magic fantasy university only to get clobbered over the head with the sex club bestiality scene 100 pages in
Like, make all the monsterfucking jokes you want, but Guillermo del Toro knows his shit when it comes to early 20th Century cosmic horror literature, and The Shape of Water is a direct critical response to H P Lovecraft’s The Shadow over Innsmouth – and if you understand the subtext of The Shadow over Innsmouth, then you’ve gotta understand that it’s absolutely essential to The Shape of Water’s criticism that the heroine fucks that sexy fish-man. This is monsterfucking as praxis.
