clyde Posted January 24, 2020 Let's have a discussion about Frozen 2's treatment of its themes! I particularly enjoy thinking about how the various characters are motivated. Christoph being motivated by his need of Anna; Anna being motivated by her compassion for Elsa; Elsa being motivated by a potential self that removes the veils of ignorance' Olaf motivated by a similar potential-self that is hinted at by a sense that others know more than they do. There are a lot of neat ways to graph the patterns and permutations. Other/Self, Past/Present/Future, Awareness/Ignorance and so on. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
clyde Posted February 26, 2020 fuck can't say that I didn't appreciate the forum whjle it lasted. !Blast Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Gormongous Posted February 27, 2020 On 2/25/2020 at 10:22 PM, clyde said: fuck can't say that I didn't appreciate the forum whjle it lasted. !Blast To be fair, I just haven't seen Frozen 2. I liked the first one well enough, but even those who loved it seemed to be mixed about the followup. Jenny Nicholson got a good video out of it, at least: Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
osmosisch Posted February 28, 2020 On 2/26/2020 at 5:22 AM, clyde said: fuck can't say that I didn't appreciate the forum whjle it lasted. !Blast Same, OP, same. Quote Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites