the president of paraguay was impeached. not without swallowing the country into an economic crisis ie deserting them without access to their money (held within a bank an entire country was cornered into complying with) which he stole. the lack of news coverage terrifies me
pictures from best friend paraguayan ezequiel attending the protests in asunción @chainedship
sebastián was not a facist nor "upholding fascism." the facist regime succeeded until franco's death and was then handed off under a different title. si genuinamente saliste de ver la bola negra creyendo que sebastián era un fascista sin sentimientos no creo que merezcas respirar
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funny how americans expect the rest of the world to know every bit of their history and understand their historical movies perfectly and yet a spanish movie comes out there and no one cares to look for some historical context
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do people know that the spanish civil war was won by the fascist regime and that lead to a 40 year fascist dictatorship so no people didn't get punished for standing on the fascist side is very important you guys know that
now i'll wear these scars for life
i loved you when it hurt inside to
but in the lowlight
you know i'd do anything for you
between this and recent discourse on miasma being "too masturbatory," i think an odd resistant to evolution aftertaste is left in these critic's mouths whenever a film depicting queer experiences not just takes itself seriously, but allows itself to take up space to be grand
“La Bola Negra,” a new film by Javier Ambrossi and Javier Calvo, dramatizes gay repression and liberation across three interconnected stories. At first, the year is 1937 and viewers are thrust deep into the Spanish Civil War, where a Nationalist soldier and a wounded Republican freedom fighter exchange furtive glances. By the end, it’s 2017, and a Madrid-based historian need only look to Grindr to satisfy an urge. The movie “wants to be a sweeping historical epic of gay longing—a film about what it means to be a man who desires other men in times of war and peace,” Justin Chang writes. Instead, the directors have produced “a film that insists, arrogantly and aggressively, on its own monumentality”. Even compelling performances from Glenn Close, Penélope Cruz, and Lola Dueñas fail to rescue the extravagantly overwrought film. Read Chang's full review: newyorker.com/culture/the-cu…
i cannot wait to rewatch la bola negra now i have read lorca poems and scathed the topsoil surface of his work. i suffer from blood loss and sentimental value toward this particular moment in my life. ambu mluance





























