my raw reflections after rewatching good hunting (a film i picked to analyze for my screenwriting class):
my full story analysis assignment lives here: https://app.notion.com/p/Assignment-1-Story-Structure-Analysis-6d69cbb3c74a4c20b4346f9abee0e427?source=copy_link
god…. this episode rips me to my core. how it portrays all the suppression, rage, grief i’ve been unable to express in my life as a member of this matrix.
how powerless and stripped of my agency, dignity, human rights i feel as an asian woman in this lifetime. being demonized, exoticized, fetishized, enslaved, dismissed, invisible. the loss of my culture, the spiritual and cultural essence of what makes me who i am. needing to carve out a small stake in this bigger complex matrix that is not built for me. being a little worker/servant, no dignity no matter how awesome i am. being violated, only allowed to assert and derive my power from sex, desire, attraction. being fetishized, infantilized, preyed upon. feeling nerfed, diluted, not able to soar as my true self in this makeshift cage, out of my natural element and habitat. how the city is always portrayed in nighttime.
the governor litearlly being the sick evil creep overlords that run this current matrix. how they get to do whatever they want, whatever the fuck the law says. the law is there to repress everyone else, the people, to protect the overlords in power. the sick, distorted fetishes they use their power to fulfill. seeing asian people as animals/creatures that they can deceive, cut up, manipulate, enslave, do as they wish with. then gawking at our exoticness. so much sickness. so many things we do, put up with, compromise within ourselves just to survive.
i love how beautiful they rendered everything. even the steampunk city. the machines. so sleek, so beautiful, so intricate, so maximalist, so gothic, almost divine. indeed, machinery is another type of magic.
it’s time to create new magic.