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  • Furiosa: She Found Love in a Hopeless Place

    Furiosa: She Found Love in a Hopeless Place

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    If there’s any movie/film franchise that’s more relevant to the moment, it’s Mad Max. Or, in this case, Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga. Released almost exactly nine years after Mad Max: Fury Road, Furiosa serves as a prequel to the events in that film, detailing how its heroine (or anti-heroine, if you prefer) came to be in her current situation, searching endlessly for redemption. Even if most other people’s concern in The Wasteland is mere survival. As a History Man narrates, that’s all a person is reduced to when there’s nothing left and the social contract has been irrevocably broken. And yes, the usual soundbites commence the movie, giving viewers the indication that civilization collapsed due to, among other causes that are completely believable (especially at this juncture), war (both “general” and nuclear), ecocide and oil shortages. 

    Returning to New South Wales for filming (whereas Fury Road’s backdrop came courtesy of Namibia), just as it was for 1981’s Mad Max 2, director and Mad Max co-creator (along with Byron Kennedy, RIP) George Miller opens the Furiosa story with an overhead shot of a barely detectable green strip of land in the midst of an otherwise barren landscape. This, of course, is The Green Place that The Five Wives of Immortan Joe (Hugh Keays-Byrne) speak of so hopefully in Fury Road. When Max (Tom Hardy) asks Furiosa, “How do you know this place even exists?” she solemnly replies, “I was born there.” Max then rightly asks, “So why’d you leave?” It is in this next piece of dialogue that the premise for the prequel is set up as Furiosa states, “I didn’t. I was taken as a child. Stolen.”

    So it is that we see how she was stolen and who stole her: a gaggle of goons from a gang known as the Horde of the Biker Warlord Dementus. Dementus (Chris Hemsworth) initially seems like a man who is more or at least as powerful as Immortan Joe, for the goons that happen upon The Green Place and snatch Furiosa (after we see her snatching a peach from a tree—in a moment that has decided “Eve in the Garden of Eden” overtones) are extremely eager to please him with this discovery. Not just of a geographical location that possesses “copious bounty,” but of a young girl who isn’t riddled with health issues from malnourishment. Furiosa (played at this age by Alyla Browne) endures the kidnapping with the aplomb and cool-headedness we’re used to seeing her with as an adult, trained from an early age, it appears, to expect such a scenario, even if she was sheltered by the idyllic cushion of The Green Place. Besides, she knows her mother, Mary Jo Bassa (Charlee Fraser), is quietly and doggedly pursuing her, picking off the members of Dementus’ gang that have stolen her until only one remains. That one, unfortunately, manages to get back to the “base camp” and tell Dementus about this place of “abundance” as Furiosa is paraded as being a product of that environment. 

    Hanging back to watch and wait from afar, Mary Jo knows that Furiosa will never give up the secret of where The Green Place is. She’s been conditioned far too well for that, knowing that to trust anyone outside of The Green Place, let alone this pack of war-mongering men, is the last thing that would be beneficial to her. No, instead, she bides her time, waiting for the moment when Mary Jo will appear to rescue her. When she does, Mary Jo makes the mistake of believing a misogynistic woman when she tells her she won’t tell a soul that Mary Jo has reclaimed Furiosa. Two seconds later, the woman is doing just that, alerting the proverbial media to Mary Jo and Furiosa’s escape, giving Dementus and his gang plenty of notice to catch up to them—which of course they do. Although Mary Jo tries to give Furiosa a fighting chance by telling her to take the motorbike and go off on her own to get back home, she can’t bring herself to leave her mother behind. Especially after she hears shots fired in the distance. Though her mother was the one shooting the gun, she ends up being captured and mounted, Jesus-style, to a tree, with Dementus burning her feet like she’s a witch. 

    When Dementus sees that Furiosa has come back to watch the “fun,” he promises her that he’ll let her mother live if she tells him where the place of abundance is. Furiosa says nothing (also likely aware that Dementus isn’t exactly the “man of his word” type and would probably kill Mary Jo regardless of her giving him the location of The Green Place). Forced, instead, to watch her mother’s torturous death. In the days that follow, Dementus’ History Man (George Shevtsov) advises Furiosa to make herself invaluable to Dementus rather than playing the sullen, bereaved part she’s fallen into. But Furiosa knows that by sheer virtue of not being a mutant, she’s less likely to be fucked with. And it’s true, Dementus sees her as something of a “special creature.” One he seems “affectionate” toward (or as affectionate as someone like him can be). If for no other reason than because he does know she’s liable to be “useful” to him somewhere down the line. And in a post-apocalyptic world, being useful is the name of the game more than ever. 

    As Furiosa, who has remained in a mute state ever since being captured, watches Dementus in diabolical, erratic action, she appears to be processing all the information she can glean in order to know how to proceed next. Calculating what the best move will be (like Elizabeth Harmon in The Queen’s Gambit—another Anya Taylor-Joy project). At one point in their odyssey, Dementus and his gang see red smoke shot in the sky by a flare gun. They approach the source to find one of Immortan Joe’s War Boys prattling on about The Citadel. When he speaks of it as a place with everything one could need, Dementus presumes it to be The Green Place that Furiosa hailed from. Thus, he gets the War Boy to take them to The Citadel, where he rolls in with big dick-swinging energy, assuming he can just take over the place by telling the maltreated masses that they have a choice—that they don’t have to follow an abusive leader and can choose him instead. He who insists he’ll give them as much food and water as they want. It’s a scene that feels familiar in terms of how political leaders bulldoze their way into power with promises of being “better” or “different” from a previous “ruler,” only to end up being more or equally cruel and incompetent. 

    But Dementus was very much overestimating his clout when he arbitrarily showed up on Immortan Joe’s turf, with The Citadel being the only so-called port in the storm of The Wasteland besides Gastown and The Bullet Farm. As such, there’s no way Immortan Joe would ever let it go—especially with so many War Boys willing to die in a fight to defend his reign over it (in many ways, they’re like Islamic extremist suicide bombers). 

    Taken aback by the counter-ambush against him and his crew, Dementus is totally unprepared when most of his gang is killed off. Unwilling to accept a powerless state, however, Dementus gathers a new gang of men together and hatches a plan to take over Gastown as leverage to negotiate with Immortan Joe for more rations. Allowed into The Citadel for these negotiations, Immortan Joe catches sight of Furiosa in the background of Dementus’ crew, demanding that she becomes part of their trade deal. So it is that Furiosa’s path is detached from Dementus’ (at least for a while). But that hardly means she’s free of nefarious men who are obsessed with her. 

    After being placed in Immortan Joe’s “special area” for wives, one of his sons, Rictus (Nathan Jones), becomes fascinated with her in a way that pretty much screams “pedophile.” As though anticipating a scuffle with him or some other creep that might try to do something to her, Furiosa shaves her head but refashions the hair back on it as a wig, of sorts. This way, when Rictus ends up pulling on her hair after demanding to know what the tattooed constellation on her arm means (it’s a map back to The Green Place), the whole thing comes right off and she’s able to run like hell into the night. As far as Rictus can tell once he manages to catch up to the place he saw her escape, Furiosa has “disappeared.” In reality, she’s merely clinging perilously to the bottom of a platform until she can scurry back up again when no one is around (granted, Miller never deals with actually showing how she managed to fully escape undetected). 

    A number of years pass (as the “wig” that has fallen on an ever-changing tree branch indicates) until Furiosa grows into a young woman (allowing Anya Taylor-Joy her time to shine). Only she’s posing as a War Boy so that she can not only learn how to tinker with and build one of the War Rigs, but as a means to plan her escape from The Citadel. Taking notice of the main commander of the War Boys, Praetorian Jack (Tom Burke, in his most commercial role yet since Joanna Hogg’s The Souvenir), Furiosa clocks him as the one to watch. Or watch out for. After all, he’s clearly the sharpest tool in the shed, therefore the person most likely to catch on to her scheme. Which is to conceal a motorcycle and enough rations for her journey back to The Green Place on the War Rig for the next ride to Gastown. On the way, the rig is attacked (in the manner and style viewers grew accustomed to seeing nonstop throughout Fury Road) by Dementus’ band of followers, who manage to exterminate all the War Boys tasked with defending the rig. Jack and Furiosa, as the only survivors, are left to kill the remaining gang members. In the midst of the brutal battle, Furiosa’s true gender is revealed to Jack. 

    Despite how well the two have worked together to overcome the enemy, Furiosa still aims a gun at Jack and tells him to pull over. Alas, her gun is empty and Jack tosses her out of the vehicle. Left in the middle of nowhere (which is the crux of what The Wasteland is except for The Citadel), Furiosa resigns herself to walking. Just as she does, Jack returns to invite her to join him in rebuilding his battalion. This, of course, is a running theme throughout the Mad Max universe: rebuilding again and again, even though civilization—life—itself has broken down entirely. With that in mind, there comes a point when Dementus name-checks Darwin, and how showing weakness isn’t an option in a non-society such as this. Although the Darwinism element was always implied in the Mad Max movies, it’s never been so explicitly called out. 

    And yet, even in the face of survival being the sole concern—for there is little time to occupy one’s mind with anything else—Furiosa can’t help finding love in a hopeless place. For it’s apparent that her dynamic with Jack is one ever-shifting toward a romantic rather than platonic love (the latter variety seeming to be what she has with Max in Fury Road). With this part of Furiosa’s backstory offered up by Miller, it becomes mildly heartening to know that, no matter how bad or apocalyptic life gets, this innate human craving can’t be stamped out any more than the innate need to survive. Alas, it becomes immediately disheartening to know that anyone who finds out about such love—such hope—in a hopeless place will become enraged by another person having it as a result of their own jealousy. Their own desire to keep watching the world burn. Dementus is just one such exemplar of that asshole trope. 

    And so, when he catches and captures Jack and Furiosa in their bid to escape together back to The Green Place, he tells them that they “break his heart” for being foolish enough to have such hope. It is his job, he feels, to remind them that “there is no hope” in this world. That hate is what drives everything in conditions such as these. Thus, Dementus orders Jack’s slow, cruel murder while Furiosa is bound to the back of a rig, unable to do anything to prevent losing the only man she’ll ever love (like that). Dementus obviously has no idea who he’s dealing with though, and that he’s only fueling the flames of her burning for revenge. 

    In the final act, when she finally gets him alone and defenseless, Furiosa screams at Dementus to give her mother back, to give her childhood back (cue Taylor Swift singing, “Give me back my girlhood/It was mine first”). Dementus is unmoved, saying that his own family and childhood were ripped from him as well (this is where a shrink would spout that “hurt people hurt people”). He also goads her attempt at finding “peace” or “redemption” by killing him, reminding her that even after he’s dead, it still won’t bring Jack or her mother back. He tells her she’ll never find peace, and that the two of them are the same: dead already. Ghosts haunting The Wasteland in search of more and more pain just so they can feel something. Could that be, in the end, why Furiosa succumbed to the emotional dangers of falling in love? Knowing full well that it could only conclude in tragedy. That it was endlessly naive to imagine returning to The Green Place at all, let alone with Jack. 

    If that’s the case, and an inherent sense of masochism was the reason Furiosa allowed herself to become vulnerable enough to love someone, well, then at least viewers can take comfort in knowing that our post-apocalyptic selves aren’t so different from our apocalyptic ones.

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    Genna Rivieccio

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  • Charli XCX Creates Her Own Version of CSS’ “City Grrrl” With “In The City”

    Charli XCX Creates Her Own Version of CSS’ “City Grrrl” With “In The City”

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    In 2011, CSS released their third album, La Liberación. Still finding it difficult to recreate the “virality” of 2005’s “Music Is My Hot Hot Sex,” CSS didn’t make it easier for themselves to do it again with this record. After all, they chose to release just one official single from: “Hits Me Like A Rock” featuring Bobby Gillespie. And yet, after the video—filled with what would now be called “TikTok dancing”—came out, CSS released another visual accompaniment for a song from La Liberación called “City Grrrl” featuring SSION. In the same way that Charli XCX’s new single, “In The City,” pays homage to how a sprawling metropolis lends the kind of anonymity necessary to feel totally free, CSS’ “City Grrrl” took it one step further by speaking to how a city (specifically, a city like New York), after enough time spent there, can make you so numb that “nothing hurts.” 

    Many see this as an advantage, while others posit that the idea of eventually losing all sense of humanity as a result of living in a city (again, mainly New York) simply isn’t worth it. However, for the oppressed and repressed collection of misfits that tends to (or once tended to) gravitate toward those “bright lights,” pain has been the norm in some way for their entire lives, so feeling nothing sounds pretty good in contrast. The thing is, New York is so chock full of normies now thanks to how much money it takes to live there. It’s hardly a place where “being different” is easier to conceal anymore. Not among the Rag & Bone-wearing ilk. Or even the Uniqlo types. For homogeneity has become so unavoidable in society that it’s seeped into the city landscape. A milieu that people were (and still are) so convinced stood out as a bastion of uniqueness. Though, from the get-go, cities were designed to have their own “inverse” homogeneity to the suburban alternatives that are often mocked and ridiculed by city dwellers who presume their lifestyle is inherently better. Particularly those, like Charli XCX, who grew up in such environments, frequenting the clubs and raves of London and its outer reaches as she made a name for herself (beyond just making the user name of Charli XCX on MSN Messenger). 

    In the early days of her recording career, Charli’s lyrics and tone possessed echoes of fellow Brits Lily Allen and Kate Nash, particularly on a song titled “Art Bitch” (side note: CSS also has a song called the same on their debut album). A nod to the sort of girl who would inevitably flee to the city to turn her art into financial gold (because that’s what art is all about now, right?). So it is that Charli sings, “You use a needle and a thread to sew up your dreams/Of going to France or New York or wherever it is/You’re gonna get there one day.” This is the same archetype CSS’ lead singer, Lovefoxxx, embodies in the video for “City Grrrl.” In fact, the premise for it comes off like a combination of Madonna blowing into New York for the first time meets her eponymous character in Desperately Seeking Susan riding back into town from Atlantic City. Lovefoxxx starts the video in a similar fashion, opening on a Coach USA bus with the destination “NEW YORK” emblazoned on the sign above the windshield. From there, Lovefoxxx pulls another Susan maneuver by proceeding to conduct her hygiene affairs in the public bathroom of the bus station, dyeing her hair pink with Manic Panic and changing her ensemble to reflect her inner “punk rock” edge on the outside. Now that she feels liberated enough in the city to do so. 

    The idea that you can be whoever you want to be, finally see yourself as you always dreamed you could be, is also the crux of Charli’s “In The City.” Which additionally offers a requisite gay feature (like “City Grrl” with SSION) via Sam Smith. Because what would any song showing love for the big city be without mentioning or alluding to the gays that populate it? In “City Grrrl,” Lovefoxxx calls it out directly by singing, “When I was a little girl/I wanted to be a citizen of the world/Being busy with my job and my gay friends/Laughing and drinking with my one-night stands.” For Charli, having Smith on the song to lend his vocals to a verse about meeting an accepting lover seems to be sufficient, with Smith declaring, “I knew the night that I met you/Underneath the New York City lights/Baby, no matter what I do/There’s an angel standin’ by my side.” Though one is surely likelier to find a devil at their side “in the city” instead. Especially during the less sanitized times of 2011, when “City Grrrl” came out. 

    In fact, it doesn’t feel like a coincidence that Charli’s city ode has a sound very similar to another 2011 track: Rihanna’s “We Found Love.” It’s got that same EDM infusion—one that also harkens back to Charli’s earlier musical sound before it veered more sharply into pop. This is thanks to co-production by Charli herself, A. G. Cook, George Daniel (a.k.a. the drummer for The 1975 and Charli’s boyfriend), ILYA and Omer Fedi. And, just as “We Found Love” was described, “In The City” is also “the rare song that manages to be sad and joyous all at once.” To that end, “In The City” transports the listener back to the early 2010s of Rihanna’s pre-Fenty heyday. Charli even invokes use of the word “diamonds” by saying, “All the lights are diamonds in the sky,” as though to deliberately remind us of Rihanna belting out, “We’re like diamonds in the sky.” And why not conjure up this not-so-distant period by mimicking its distinct sonic trends? After all, it was a simpler time not just in the twenty-first century, but in New York as well. Arguably the last blip in its history before every corner was taken over by a corporate entity. 

    With “In The City,” Charli appears to be part of the massive cabal that keeps perpetuating the myth that this is how New York still is. Even if its generic title can also be applied to other megalopolises like London, Istanbul, Tokyo and Los Angeles. But, of course, with Smith directly name-checking New York, it’s clear that’s the town they want people to associate the song with. Regardless of it no longer being the place where one can assure, “I found what I was lookin’ for.” Unless what you’re looking for happens to be a ramped-up obsession with money, status and a whole slew of other things that have nothing to do with being the kind of “art bitch” Charli once talked about or that Lovefoxxx once portrayed as a “City Grrrl” of yore. Where saying, “Don’t live your life, girl/Unless it’s just like a movie” has now become, “Live your life like any little banality set against a basic urban backdrop could go viral on TikTok.”

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    Genna Rivieccio

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  • Heaven Knows What: The Rihanna and Lana Del Rey of Movies

    Heaven Knows What: The Rihanna and Lana Del Rey of Movies

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    In 2011, Rihanna released the music video for “We Found Love.” Directed by Melina Matsoukas, its central focus is Rihanna in the role of a drug-addicted “mischief-maker,” crazy in love with the “Clyde” of the duo, played by Dudley O’Shaughnessy. It was made instantly immortal for its indelible images of Rihanna and O’Shaughnessy in a bathtub together, at a skate park together, in a field together (Rihanna running topless through it caused quite the stir in County Down), at a fish and chips restaurant acting fools together and, of course, doing donuts in a car together. All throughout the video, the interspersed images of pills falling, eyes dilating and explosions in the sky are intended to mirror the effects of a drug-addled mind—and how such a mind can also suffer the effects of being addicted to the drug called love (as Kesha once said, “Your love is my drug”).

    Rihanna’s relationship intensity being fueled by the cocktail of drugs and abuse speaks to the common intertwinement of both when it comes to a woman staying in such a harmful (on every level) situation. It truly is addictive, this state of masochistic “pleasure-pain.” And that’s why the video’s opening narration from Agyness Deyn is so honest and affecting as she says, “It’s like you’re screaming, and no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed that someone could be that important. That without them, you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless; like nothing can save you. And when it’s over, and it’s gone, you almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back. So that you could have the good.” This much applies to Harley Boggs (Arielle Holmes), a homeless heroin addict flitting from place to place in New York City. Once upon a time, she did so with her beloved, Ilya (Caleb Landry Jones), but at the beginning of the Safdie brothers’ Heaven Knows What (based on Holmes’ memoir Mad Love in New York City), she has been forsaken by him as a result of her “catting around.” More than likely in exchange for a much-needed dose of smack. This occurs after the somehow stressful (it’s always stressful with the Safdie brothers) opening scene of the two making out passionately on the ground as though they’re in the privacy of a bedroom instead of in a very public place. But then, there’s no such thing as “dignity” when you’re addicted to heroin…or love.

    Moments later, a scene of Harley sobbing outside the library reveals that the dynamic has shifted—and Ilya has cut her off from his supply of love. So it is that the Romeo and Juliet nature (in all its desperate and dramatic flair) of the narrative takes hold, with Harley telling Ilya that she’ll prove her love for him by going to the great length of killing herself as a means to assure his forgiveness. Cold and unmoved by her earnest pleas for him to absolve her, Harley sets about procuring a razor blade by panhandling for the money as the voiceover of her reading a goodbye note to Ilya explains, “Ilya dearest, I need you to know that I love you, baby. And I need you to know how sorry I am. Really. I never wanted to die. I don’t know what will become of you now, and I won’t ever know if you’ll really forgive me. I’ll always love you, even in death, and I’m so sorry that things had to come to this. Love forever, Harley.” It’s that last tortured “love forever” in particular that reminds one of something out of a Lana Del Rey song, with the oft-melodramatic singer promising such things as, “I love you the first time/I love you the last time/‘Cause I’m your jazz singer/And you’re my cult leader/I love you forever, I love you forever.” Yes, it sounds a lot like something born out of Harley’s mind as well. And, appropriately enough, both Ultraviolence and Heaven Knows What were released the same year: 2014.

    It was the title track from Del Rey’s sophomore album that also vowed, “I will do anything for you, babe/Blessed is this union/Crying tears of gold like lemonade.” It bears a similar lack of self-respect to what Harley would (and does) say to Ilya, who patently treats her like shit. Worse still, knowing he can do just that and she’ll still come crawling back for more. It is this type of “love” that is so often romanticized in film and, yes, pop songs. Going as far back as the Shangri-Las (straight out of the very decade Del Rey so often culls from for her own lyrical landscapes), the “brooding” “bad boy” dissected in such ditties is often not worth dissecting at all—because he’s just an asshole, full-stop. No further analysis required. But to someone as young and impressionable as Harley, who got into the heroin “scene” because of Ilya to begin with (sounds a lot like Amy Winehouse with Blake Fielder-Civil, don’t it?), there is a litany of “viable” excuses for such behavior. “He’s really sensitive on the inside” or “He’s so brilliant and misunderstood,” etc., etc. Holmes herself met the real Ilya when she was in her teenage years, trying heroin for the first time with him when she was seventeen (“only seventeen/But she walks the streets so mean,” as Lana would describe).

    Despite the abyssal spiral Harley falls down because of her dependency on both heroin and Ilya’s love, she echoes the Del Reyian sentiment, “And I love your women and all of your heroin,” as well as, “Creeping around while he gets high, it might not be something you would do” or even, “It hurts to love you/But I still love you.” But where Heaven Knows What is meant to be an unglamorous portrait of life as a drug-addicted lovefool, Del Rey’s purpose in her music often feels like the opposite, with the singer herself even illustriously remarking on how she’s been accused of “glamorizing abuse,” namely in romantic relationships. As for her romanticization of drugs and “the lifestyle,” Del Rey even has a song called “Heroin,” from her 2017 album, Lust for Life. Speaking to her version of Ilya, an ex named Rob Dubuss, Del Rey laments, “I’m flying to the moon again/Dreaming about heroin/How it gave you everything/And took your life away.” The same can be said of Ilya, who overdoses in real life and in the movie iteration of events.

    After Harley takes up with another, more “put-together” addict named Mike (Buddy Duress), he ends up getting into an altercation with Ilya in the park. Ilya plays dirty in the fight (by throwing a makeshift morningstar crafted out of several razor blades into Mike’s hand), and, in the wake, Mike nurses his wound in an ATM vestibule with Harley. It’s there that he asks her, “You still love him though right?” “Of course,” Harley says without hesitation. Looking at her like she’s a pathetic madwoman, she continues, “I know he does fucked-up things, all right? It doesn’t matter what he does… I can’t help that I love him.” Some say that’s the very definition of love—being able to look past all the horrid aspects of a person (e.g., Eva Braun with Hitler). And, thanks to how magical it’s all made to seem despite the torture in movies and literature, that’s what many non-fictional characters believe, too.

    Mike persists in poking a hole in Harley’s so-called love for Ilya by demanding, “You think you’re gonna be in love with him forever?” She says with certainty, “I know I will be.” Again, this channels the Del Reyian panache of a song like “Blue Jeans,” wherein she declares, “I will love you till the end of time/Probably a million years.” For a brief moment in the third act of Heaven Knows What, we think maybe Harley might get her wish for a love that lasts “till the end of time” as she rejoins with Ilya and the two buy bus tickets bound for Florida (it’s always Florida with New Yorkers). Naturally, Ilya feels obliged to break up the happy reunion for no reason other than a whim (likely based on needing to shoot up without sharing). So it is that he talks the driver into letting him off the bus, leaving Harley behind without a second thought. In many respects, the portion of the film that ensues reminds one of Susan Seidelman’s Smithereens, with the similarly street-bound Wren (Susan Berman) finding herself walking along a highway, of sorts (read: the George Washington Bridge), totally lost as to what to do next without the man she had briefly secured in her life. Along the route, a lecherous driver keeps hounding Wren to get in the car, finally clinching the “proposition” with, “Got a better place to spend your time?” Wren looks back at that moment with a look of recognition on her face, as though it’s suddenly dawned on her that, no, she doesn’t.

    A comparable look appears on Harley’s face when she finds herself back at a Dunkin’ Donuts sitting amid Mike and his cronies, the former regaling them with some bullshit story. The question Mike had demanded of her previously in the ATM vestibule then comes to mind: “You just wanna be his woman your whole life? Don’t you wanna be your own person?” In the end, that’s what Holmes had to become in order to save herself from the same fate as Ilya’s. As for what became of Harley, it seems she reached that exploding point in her relationship manifested by the conclusion to “We Found Love.” Only to lose it almost as quickly as it arrived. But as it is said, “Easy come…painful as fuck go.”

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    Genna Rivieccio

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