SO MUCH LADY LOVE
I LOVE GISELLE YOU GUYS
No, but what gets me in this movie
is that every woman is beautiful to Giselle.
Women who wear suits and aren’t cute and petite. Women with wide hips and large rear ends and small breasts. Women who are black and white and every other ethnicity she came across, I’m sure. Women with straight hair and natural hair and grey hair. Older women and middle-aged women and young women.
Everyone is beautiful to Giselle. There’s no reason anyone wouldn’t be beautiful. There’s no reason beauty should ever be just one thing, that being a princess should ever be just one thing.
Everyone is a princess to Giselle, and if one of the princesses politely corrected her and said they were a prince she’d probably nod earnestly and talk about how dashing and handsome they looked too.
@marvel Flattery will get you nowhere! Probably. Maybe. *looks the other way*
I think the violin is the root of almost everything I do, because there is an attention to detail and a precision, and it’s such a small margin of error. It’s an unbelievable training ground for so many disciplines. Again, it’s given me a particular penchant for harmonics and pitch and execution - and the dynamics of that sound - which goes back to my love of languages and my love of acting. In any scene work, talking is a musical function. A lot of actors, especially comedians, tend to be pretty well versed musicians. They understand cadence and phrasing. I think Bill Clinton would be a great example; he’s not a world-renowned sax player but he’s got a great sense jazz and timing. The bravado when he speaks comes from this sense of knowing how to land things.
Advice he’d give a 12-year-old version of himself"It might sound oversimplified, but I’d say, ‘Shhh.’ It’s so funny how noisy my brain is - it’s what it does, it makes thoughts. And the problem is, I think in most of our lives the root of suffering is listening to that brain noise and actually identifying with it as if it’s who you are. That’s just the noise your brain makes. And more often than not, it probably doesn’t have much to say that’s going to help you. I’ve felt my best are the moments that I’ve been able to pull that plug and say, ‘Chris … shhh … shhh.’ And it’s not quitting, it’s not giving up, it’s not washing your hands of the thought, it’s rising above it. All the time I’ve spent suffering as a result of brain noise, hours of my life wasted. So that’s what I’d say: ‘Shhh.’"