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#HOLY SHIT ITS FUCKING REAL AND WITH JIMMY FALLON IM GONNA FLIP MY GODDAMN LID

WHY DIDN’T TWOEY EAT JIMMY FALLON!!!!!!!!!!!!

Today is World AIDS Day and I wanted to recognize a man the world lost to AIDS: Howard Ashman. For those who don’t know Ashman was a musician and artist who gave his soul to the life and story of his projects. He wrote lyrics for The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, and Little Shop of Horrors. Ashman in his final months contributed songs to Aladdin as well. Beyond his lyrics he contributed to the story of each project he worked on and my favorite film, Beauty and the Beast, would have not been the incredible story it is without his work. I recognize Ashman because of his place in my heart, but in the 1980s and 90s communities across America were almost wiped out due to the AIDS epidemic. This disease particularly effected the LGBT community and I want to acknowledge them in particular. I take a moment for all those who have been effected by HIV/AIDS. May your spirit be at peace and may you have happiness in the next life.

Something that's really funny about Little Shop 1986 is the juxtaposition between the narrative often not taking anything seriously/making fun of itself and the characters and plot to the point that it's meanspirited at times (like Seymour describing the lifelong abuse and neglect he's gone through being framed in a very comedic and flippant way that's clearly making fun of him to the point that there might as well have been a laugh track playing, this happens with Audrey's introduction as well) but at the same time the performances (especially those of Ellen Greene and Rick Moranis) are so sincere.

This is most prominent in the theatrical cut ending where some of the dialogue feels like it was written in that Spongebob sarcasm font ("ThIs Is BeTwEeN mE aNd ThE vEgEtAbLE") (the very mocking tone at parts probably comes from them being pissed off that they had to redo the ending and seeing this new happy ending as stupid and fake and vapid which is fair) but it still feels like the actors are taking it fully seriously. If they were pissed at the audience like the writers clearly were I certainly can't tell. I refuse to look up interview quotes for any of this because most times I've looked at an interview quote for this movie it's been completely antithetical to every single thought I've ever had about it and made me wonder if I've watched the movie that it's talking about but yeah. Also probably no one involved would admit it if they were pissed at the audience but like... the writers probably were based on some of that dialogue/framing. No I don't know who 'the writers' were despite having written the equivalent of two doctoral theses on this movie. Because researching the authorial intent is painful for the reasons I've described.

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Anyway tl;dr the juxtaposition between the narrative not taking anything seriously/being very mocking and the performances being very sincere is fun, it really adds to the feeling of Seymour and Audrey trying to survive in a world/society that hates them when the narrative itself is taking the piss out of them half the time.

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f r e e t h e m

small joys: waking up to the sound of rain, endless hugs, buying myself fresh flowers, discovering new music, pretty sunsets, laughing until my tummy hurts, slow mornings, long showers, random acts of kindness, crawling into bed after a long day, driving w the windows down, discovering words for feelings you never knew existed :)

Audrey has prosopagnosia (face blindness). Why do I headcanon this? It would explain her not being sure if she thinks Seymour is cute or not, and it would make the leather jacket scene more interesting if Seymour actually looked like Orin to her for a second (parallels between Seymour and Orin as Seymour spirals with guilt and wonders how alike they are we love to see it.) I also like the idea of her primarily associating him with things like the way he carries himself and his characteristic hand gestures in her mind. Like, when she hears his name she thinks about those things instead of his face. She developed prosopagnosia after falling off one of her boyfriend’s motorcycles, and she can compensate for it well enough that she doesn’t realize that she has it, although she sometimes gets a vague sense that something is off with her ability to recognize people.

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