Morning dew bubbles, so worry about gain and loss

Skylar 2022-10-06 02:02:48

Morning dew bubbles, so worry about gain and loss

her fragility her struggle

Her powerlessness in the face of the dictated fate

From small to large

From nameless to famous

It turns out nothing has changed


London first night

alcoholism

be late

even back down

But she still shines

Her slack, her spontaneity

The great charm of her every move

thunderous applause

she came back


offstage

Her tiredness poured out of her brows

Tiredness can't be hidden, her smile floats on her face like a mask


meet a pair of gay fans

Went to a fan's house at 2 in the morning and ate a steaming scrambled egg

they care for each other

Maybe everyone in the UK can play the piano

Music penetrates the bone marrow

Her voice wrapped them like silk

that moment

She is someone else's warm light


here comes mickey

American little sun boy

She thought it was her sweetheart

It's the cure for her depression

As everyone knows

Heart disease without medicine

The fourth marriage is after all

wrong payment


American vs British

fiery and alienated

Straightforward and subtle

slack and rigor


Zellweger is Judy in that moment

She is like a sly fox

That kind of relaxation and charm is in the bones

Sticky wrinkles make her sexy

Saggy skin gave her confidence

The coquettish red lips brought her courage


morning dew bubble

So worry about gain and loss

Maybe

Everyone is afraid of being forgotten

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Extended Reading

Judy quotes

  • Louis B. Mayer: Your name is Frances Gumm. You're a fat-ankled, snag-toothed rube from Grand Rapids. Your father was a faggot, and your mother only cares about what I think of you. Now do you remember who you are, Judy?

  • [first lines]

    Louis B. Mayer: What do you see beyond this wall? Picture it. You've got an imagination; go ahead. What I see is a small town in the Midwest. A handful of churches, somewhere for the farmers to get drunk together. Maybe a salon for their wives to do their hair on the holidays. I visit these places. These are the people who send us our profits. Who send us your wages. I make movies, Judy, but it's your job to give those people dreams. The economy is in the gutter, and they pay for you. And I'll tell you something else: In every one of those towns, believe me, there's a girl who's prettier than you. Maybe their nose is a little thinner at the bridge; they have better teeth than you; or they're taller, or slimmer. Only you have something none of those pretty girls can ever have. You know what that is?

    Young Judy: No, sir.

    Louis B. Mayer: You have that voice. It will maybe take you to Oz. Some place none of those pretty girls can ever go.

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