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This amazing film fights the stigmatization of women who strip (without objectifying them) presents the real life protagonists with symphonic whirlpools of empathy (while not shying away from their selection of flawed decisions) and rightfully depicts almost all Wall Street execs behaving as leeches (in more ways than one). Some may be surprised that the genres don't merely exist as drama and comedy...tragedy thrives amongst them too. Yes, I ugly wept (as typical, with silence) mostly alongside Dorothy (Destiny) as performed by Constance Wu. That point brings me to Jennifer Lopez's work here. Excellence was the manifestation of her performance so she is rightfully being celebrated for her acting though I believe Constance Wu's performance is no less phenomenal. The rest of the acting was fitting while the technical aspects were outstanding, particularly the direction, script, editing, and eclectic music selection (Classical music was employed emphatically too! 😍) P.S. ★ Hustlers presented a theme which I wasn't expecting: Our souls ache to push through the superficiality and interlace with others' who we love; being spiritually nurtured when our yearning is fulfilled. ★ It was refreshing to experience a film which could have easily tipped over into exploitation arrive from a female gaze. ★ One of my favorite lines is one which could be misconstrued as dumb but it's profound in context: "Hurt people hurt people."
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One of the reasons that I love experiencing tragedy in films is because I am bound to fail in holding back at least a runaway tear as my heart aches so thoroughly for whomever is suffering; When they cry then pretty much all bets are off, especially when emotive music accompanies the scene/s.
Thus, those moments remind me that I do have deep empathy indeed. But at the same time, I become so self-conscious upon others seeing me cry during movies (happens so frequently) that I feel more exposed than if my clothes had suddenly abandoned me. It's ludicrous to judge someone merely their our temptations, regardless if those are heinous and insistent; as it is when the refusal to yield to those desires is treated as absent by they who play make-believe that their enticements are of a holier nature, by pretending to their comrades that likewise temptations don't assault them, or from they who submit to a fear, manifested from emaciated love alongside malnourished knowledge. Yet it's unsurprising that the society who often excuses aggressors and blames victims would do this.
Photographer: Harmony Lawrence (TemperateSage) Model: TemperateSage If my sprinting speed were equitable to the speed which it took me to compose a sentence then slugs would finally smile, turtles would commemorate their promotion, and sloths would absentmindedly pass me by.
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