At this point I just want to find out next week if TTH will end like YNEH or not. I love the show, and I love…
I feel you, as YNEH is one of my fave gay films. I have watched it at least four times. (I think I'm OK.)
However...I stop it after the beach scene near the end, when they're still young. It's no less sad, but the last 20 minutes or so is one of the worst extended endings to an otherwise great film that I have ever seen. It's slow, meandering, boring, and ends much as the earlier ending, which makes it stupid. Plus, the actors look NOTHING like their younger counterparts. Terrible casting. So, for me, boom!, I hit the stop button after the beach scene, and that's it. If I included that coda, the film would not be one of my faves.
How do you know you won't rewatch TTH, without seeing the last hour?
Only barkers reply to replies from people they deem to be barkers. Nah...you wanted to let us all know you disapprove of "age-gap" relationships, so much so that they make you "throw up." lol Pathetic.
Exactly. So, clearly, you're incapable of restraining yourself from replying to a reply from someone who was "triggered" by your year-old performative comment, as if there's a cut-off period and no one should respond to comments older than...an hour? A day? A week? Month? Six months? What's the official MDL policy?
"Ever hear of google? Also, grow up." This is the opposite of nonsense. It's common sense.
Stop spouting nonsensical replies to replies to your comments older than whatever your official cut-off date is, and then whining about it.
The fact that he asked him if he didn't want to go to heaven anymore to see his parents was cherry on top for…
Better six episodes than 12. There are very few dramas that long that could not benefit from aggressive editing. I keep in mind that thousands of epic films tell their stories in under two-and-a-half hours. If a show needs 12 hours, it's almost always because that's how many episodes were contracted for, not because it will take 12 hours to tell its story. And that means lots of padding and filler.
The fact that he asked him if he didn't want to go to heaven anymore to see his parents was cherry on top for…
OK, so I frantically ran to watch the opening scene of episode 1 (which shows how exceptional this show is to me. I NEVER do shit like this. :) ) again. Damn, now I kind of wish you hadn't mentioned that, as I had forgotten, and in light of all I now know, it makes me sad. :( (Barth and Father Hard-on certainly don't LOOK 20 years older there.)
Now, thanks to you, I will be in the throes of severe angst all week, waiting for the finale. ;)
If that's the way things go, it will seem a bogus turn of events, as Tanrak does not seem stupid enough to choose denial, self-hatred, and a lifetime of service to a soul-murdering cult over reality and the endless other ways in which he could serve God. He could be an out gay minister or priest in a host of other churches. Thailand is gay af. :) Hell, he could become a Buddhist priest.
But, the CC is very good at brainwashing people into thinking that the only way to do God's will is through it.
I am wishing Barth's character had been written as a stronger voice of what's wrong with the CC, and the other options Tan could consider for living a life in faith. As it is, his is a black/white view too, as in it's either the CC or nothing, and he chooses nothing because of his experience with his parents.
The fact that he asked him if he didn't want to go to heaven anymore to see his parents was cherry on top for…
Oh my god, YES! I forgot about that line. It's the one that made me gasp out loud, then yell "asshole!!!" at my computer screen. I kid you not. I exclaimed out-loud three or four times this episode. The awful, soul-murdering trash thrown at Tan by Kongdouche and Father Hard-on had me breathing fire.
hmmm...I'll have to go back and watch the intro to episode 1. I thought it odd that the preview of episode 6 shows them in wedded bliss, as if giving away what you would think would be a huge, last-minute reveal. So, my next thought was that the preview scenes are from a dream or other such nonsense, and they're going to mind-fuck us big time.
Perhaps the saddest aspect of this story is that Tanrak doesn't understand something very important: God shows himself and comes to us through other people. The God of love is right there in front of him, in the form of Barth.
It doesn't matter that Barth "doesn't believe" in God. God, the unifying force of the universe, doesn't need a person's permission to work through them. The deity does its deity thing, and often those we least see as messengers of God are that very thing.
A loving god doesn't force us to choose between this or that love and/or him. God doesn't tantalize us with gorgeous things such as Barth and his affections, then demand that we choose them or Him. Would any loving parent do that to their child? Why, then, would a loving God?
God gives us his love through other people, creatures, nature, all the arts, and many other conduits of his grace. He doesn't demand that we choose how to receive that love; it is freely and joyfully given. We already have it. All we need to do is recognize that it is already ours.
The love Barth is offering you, Tanrak, is a gift from God. And the love you already feel for Barth is of God, as well. Give it, as you are meant to do. Receive it just as gladly.
I'm so frustrated and mad I could spit. Which is a good thing for me, someone who loves being annoyed with, pissed at, and appalled by the characters and plot of a good drama or film. This is easily the most upsetting BL I have ever watched.
While not Catholic, I was raised in a Christofascist religious environment very close to that of the Catholic Church. I attended church and Sunday School every single week, and endured eight years of parochial school. As a closeted gay kid, I knew the longings and soul sickness portrayed here intimately. In college, I was in a closeted gay relationship under similar circumstances.
What I would tell Tanrak, if I could, is that everyone around you already knows what is going on. No matter how well its parties think they're hiding it, a passionate romance like that is impossible to hide. When lovers are near each other, people pick up on that, as if by a sixth sense. The air crackles with its presence, the surroundings hum with its vibes. People feel it and start paying attention. They see the gazes, they notice the note-passing. Then, they start gossiping. You're fooling no one, Tanrak.
The nastiest, little passive-aggressive shithead in the story is Kongdouche, I mean Kongdech. I wanted to smack him multiple times this episode. The disapproving, sour looks, the rosary thing (he could have given it back to Barth and said nothing to anyone), the I-don't-know-but-I-know comments, such as "So, did you burn all your Barth stuff last night?," the lies such as "No, I don't stick my nose in other people's business, but oh, I read what was in your workbook," and the constant questions about whether or not Tanrak is going to Seminary, clearly meant to cause distress, pissed me off. At least his obnoxious, horse-toothed mother is upfront with her intrusive, repetitious questions about Seminary. Kongdouche is a wolf in sheep's clothing.
The kicker was his claim that Tanrak, by not telling him about the Barth romance, had "betrayed" him. Sister, please. You are not to be trusted, and you just proved it about 37 different ways! I think he absolutely DID tip off Father Hard-on, I mean Arnon.
Father Hard-on, he of the leading questions and pursed-lip glares, is the second biggest asshole in the story, for reasons too obvious to bother listing. I'm convinced he's banging our adorable little Ryu.
And TanBarth, just a suggestion, guys: if you want to keep your relationship under wraps, maybe don't stand in the courtyard in the light of day, directly in front of the Holy Mother, with your arms wrapped around each other and/or holding hands. :P
Why didn't the author age the same number of years that the orphan boy did in the time between exchanging letters…
Ahhh...thank you!
During my two watches, I understood your #1 to be the case, but not your #2. Your explanation makes perfect sense, at least in the universe of the film. I do wish Leslie Cheung were still alive for real. :(
Your explanations will help me get more out of the flick when I inevitably watch it for a third time.
Right before I screamed "asshole!" at the screen.
He's in the cast list under supporting actors.
No, I haven't read the novel.
I have watched it at least four times. (I think I'm OK.)
However...I stop it after the beach scene near the end, when they're still young.
It's no less sad, but the last 20 minutes or so is one of the worst extended endings to an otherwise great film that I have ever seen.
It's slow, meandering, boring, and ends much as the earlier ending, which makes it stupid.
Plus, the actors look NOTHING like their younger counterparts. Terrible casting.
So, for me, boom!, I hit the stop button after the beach scene, and that's it.
If I included that coda, the film would not be one of my faves.
How do you know you won't rewatch TTH, without seeing the last hour?
I love that you felt better after reading my ramble.
Thank you for letting me know.
Really, it's true!
There were so many low blows to choose from.
Father Anon is banging little Ryu.
Nah...you wanted to let us all know you disapprove of "age-gap" relationships, so much so that they make you "throw up." lol
Pathetic.
"Hate" lol Lame.
So, clearly, you're incapable of restraining yourself from replying to a reply from someone who was "triggered" by your year-old performative comment, as if there's a cut-off period and no one should respond to comments older than...an hour? A day? A week? Month? Six months? What's the official MDL policy?
"Ever hear of google?
Also, grow up."
This is the opposite of nonsense.
It's common sense.
Stop spouting nonsensical replies to replies to your comments older than whatever your official cut-off date is, and then whining about it.
There are very few dramas that long that could not benefit from aggressive editing.
I keep in mind that thousands of epic films tell their stories in under two-and-a-half hours.
If a show needs 12 hours, it's almost always because that's how many episodes were contracted for, not because it will take 12 hours to tell its story. And that means lots of padding and filler.
Ack!
Damn, now I kind of wish you hadn't mentioned that, as I had forgotten, and in light of all I now know, it makes me sad. :(
(Barth and Father Hard-on certainly don't LOOK 20 years older there.)
Now, thanks to you, I will be in the throes of severe angst all week, waiting for the finale. ;)
If that's the way things go, it will seem a bogus turn of events, as Tanrak does not seem stupid enough to choose denial, self-hatred, and a lifetime of service to a soul-murdering cult over reality and the endless other ways in which he could serve God. He could be an out gay minister or priest in a host of other churches. Thailand is gay af. :) Hell, he could become a Buddhist priest.
But, the CC is very good at brainwashing people into thinking that the only way to do God's will is through it.
I am wishing Barth's character had been written as a stronger voice of what's wrong with the CC, and the other options Tan could consider for living a life in faith.
As it is, his is a black/white view too, as in it's either the CC or nothing, and he chooses nothing because of his experience with his parents.
I forgot about that line.
It's the one that made me gasp out loud, then yell "asshole!!!" at my computer screen. I kid you not. I exclaimed out-loud three or four times this episode. The awful, soul-murdering trash thrown at Tan by Kongdouche and Father Hard-on had me breathing fire.
hmmm...I'll have to go back and watch the intro to episode 1.
I thought it odd that the preview of episode 6 shows them in wedded bliss, as if giving away what you would think would be a huge, last-minute reveal.
So, my next thought was that the preview scenes are from a dream or other such nonsense, and they're going to mind-fuck us big time.
Either way, I'm seated, as the kids say.
God shows himself and comes to us through other people.
The God of love is right there in front of him, in the form of Barth.
It doesn't matter that Barth "doesn't believe" in God. God, the unifying force of the universe, doesn't need a person's permission to work through them.
The deity does its deity thing, and often those we least see as messengers of God are that very thing.
A loving god doesn't force us to choose between this or that love and/or him.
God doesn't tantalize us with gorgeous things such as Barth and his affections, then demand that we choose them or Him.
Would any loving parent do that to their child?
Why, then, would a loving God?
God gives us his love through other people, creatures, nature, all the arts, and many other conduits of his grace. He doesn't demand that we choose how to receive that love; it is freely and joyfully given. We already have it. All we need to do is recognize that it is already ours.
The love Barth is offering you, Tanrak, is a gift from God.
And the love you already feel for Barth is of God, as well.
Give it, as you are meant to do.
Receive it just as gladly.
I'm so frustrated and mad I could spit.
Which is a good thing for me, someone who loves being annoyed with, pissed at, and appalled by the characters and plot of a good drama or film.
This is easily the most upsetting BL I have ever watched.
While not Catholic, I was raised in a Christofascist religious environment very close to that of the Catholic Church. I attended church and Sunday School every single week, and endured eight years of parochial school. As a closeted gay kid, I knew the longings and soul sickness portrayed here intimately.
In college, I was in a closeted gay relationship under similar circumstances.
What I would tell Tanrak, if I could, is that everyone around you already knows what is going on.
No matter how well its parties think they're hiding it, a passionate romance like that is impossible to hide. When lovers are near each other, people pick up on that, as if by a sixth sense. The air crackles with its presence, the surroundings hum with its vibes.
People feel it and start paying attention. They see the gazes, they notice the note-passing.
Then, they start gossiping.
You're fooling no one, Tanrak.
The nastiest, little passive-aggressive shithead in the story is Kongdouche, I mean Kongdech.
I wanted to smack him multiple times this episode.
The disapproving, sour looks, the rosary thing (he could have given it back to Barth and said nothing to anyone), the I-don't-know-but-I-know comments, such as "So, did you burn all your Barth stuff last night?," the lies such as "No, I don't stick my nose in other people's business, but oh, I read what was in your workbook," and the constant questions about whether or not Tanrak is going to Seminary, clearly meant to cause distress, pissed me off.
At least his obnoxious, horse-toothed mother is upfront with her intrusive, repetitious questions about Seminary.
Kongdouche is a wolf in sheep's clothing.
The kicker was his claim that Tanrak, by not telling him about the Barth romance, had "betrayed" him. Sister, please. You are not to be trusted, and you just proved it about 37 different ways!
I think he absolutely DID tip off Father Hard-on, I mean Arnon.
Father Hard-on, he of the leading questions and pursed-lip glares, is the second biggest asshole in the story, for reasons too obvious to bother listing.
I'm convinced he's banging our adorable little Ryu.
And TanBarth, just a suggestion, guys: if you want to keep your relationship under wraps, maybe don't stand in the courtyard in the light of day, directly in front of the Holy Mother, with your arms wrapped around each other and/or holding hands. :P
During my two watches, I understood your #1 to be the case, but not your #2. Your explanation makes perfect sense, at least in the universe of the film.
I do wish Leslie Cheung were still alive for real. :(
Your explanations will help me get more out of the flick when I inevitably watch it for a third time.
Thanks so much. :)
I mean that as a compliment.