The interesting thing over years of being in movies and people seeing you and having their own idea of who you are is that early in your career
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like when I was in my twenties, or even younger
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I was so desperately worried about what people thought of me. Now I think the desperation is gone, and I think as an artist, I’ve become more interested in the audience and I feel a responsibility to them; I want to make movies that are always challenging the audience.
Me in 1906 lying luxuriously on a chaise lounge w my pussy fully lost in the sauce
You in 1907 after the poisonous belladonna made your whole pussy fall onto your hand-woven rug and the doctors give you a lobotomy
Me in 1908 after dying from a combination of belladonna poisoning and several botched lobotomies, fucking shit up in my widowed husband’s sprawling mansion to scare off whatever unseemly young tarts he invites over for tea before I’ve decided he’s allowed to be done mourning my passing
ancient writers and historians: cleopatra wasn’t especially beautiful, caesar and antony were attracted to her because she was so charismatic and intelligent
all subsequent artists, filmmakers, game developers, etc:
