What an awesome project, it's about time! I'm absolutely awed by Maya, when I first saw her in Stranger Things, I was "who is this". ??!!! Congratulations to both of you.
Looks like an incredible film and a wonderful way to explore the life and highlight the work of one of the most talented short story writers. So glad that their family is going all in on bringing Flannery O’Connor and her complex work to more people.
Thank you for the shout out to Iowa, the Writers Workshop is amazing and has produced an amazing array of artists. It is nice to see Iowa mentioned for something good and country changing. Sincerely - A fellow Iowan
I really enjoyed this exchange between Ethan Hawke and Stephen about Flannery O’Conner. I read her stories a long time ago when I was too young to really appreciate them. I a planning to reread them now. I also loved the connections with each of these men to their mothers, and how it carried into the relationships with their daughters. Great episode.
I'm So glad Flannery's work is being brought back into the American literary discussion. (Unfortunatly I fear it could be banned in some places where it really needs to be heard) Thank you Mr. Hawk!
I really hope they went to dinner after this one. I haven't seen Stephen this excited for a guest who wasn't in Lord of the Rings! I just love that his appreciation of art and literature is so connected to his family and his wish to understand the world in front of him.
I live here in Louisville Kentucky were "Wildcat" was filmed it was in old Louisville area, i live in the highlands area. It maybe filmed in other places but they show it on the news in the past how he is doing a film 🎥 here in Louisville. Ethan is from Texas.
Movies have always been a polarized art form. I. The same year the The Last Jedi came out, so did "Dave Made a Maze". One of these films is a subpar offering in one of history's hugest IP franchises, the other is a lovely little indie movie about a guy who builds a cardboard-box labyrinth in his room and gets hopelessly lost inside it. One of these has a multimillion dollar promotional budget, the other one largely got promoted by word of mouth. The good one is the one you've never heard of.
Beautiful film. Best of the year and maybe of this century, with Calvary a rival. I wished this movie was ten hours long and went through scenes from all 31 short stories. It would be awesome if Ethan and Maya did a series on some streaming platform of all the stories. And Laura Linney is- there isn’t a word… she was a Flannerian incarnation of Grace on the screen. As with her stories, only a small percentage of the public will “get” the message, and even the Hawkes may miss a thing or two, not being as devout or deliberate in their faith as Miss O’Connor. Please see it and pray before you do, even if you don’t believe, pray anyway. Say, “I am hiding from myself. God, if this film can show me how, help me see it.” And may Misfits stumble upon you as you watch.
Legend. ❤ all these kids watching stranger things not knowing that's Uma freaking Thurman and Ethan freaken hawks daughter. Man, so awesome. Wanna see this movie.
You don't know young fans very well. One they love Maya in Stranger Things, and as soon as they fall in love with someone they will try to learn all they can about them.
He humiliated his successful wife by cheating on her with the babysitter. Now he's a card-carrying feminist. Forgive my skepticism...I still side with Uma on this. 🤔
Meh. It sucks that their marriage didn't work out but how long do you hold that against him? He has a good relationship with his daughter & is in a very long marriage which has produced children. Sometimes, people get with the wrong ppl for the wrong reasons & it doesn't work out. It doesn't make them horrible people - just not good for each other.
@@cmcdee I agree 100%, however it was the way he did it. Sleeping with the babysitter which they hired because she was at the peak of her success. It sends a message, doesn't it? But yeah, you're right, I should move on! And of course men can have quite contraditory views of woman as wife vs. woman as daughter. (Well, Trump is the exception... 😜)
The best, the worst, her last love, his first. The girl who fatally steps forward never plays in reverse. It’s such a serial sickness, it’s almost a curse. Like a verse that’s too terse, or a flagrant foul that's so fucking perverse. Despite doubling down on the dementia, it’s like shackling your car to the back of a hearse. Like collecting the flock when y'all should disperse. Are you fuckin’ crazy, is all this rehearsed? Like, what evar could be worse? Such precarious pride built on hasty romance forever remains a delicate dance. In another time, a curtsey between two golden lovers lost in their trance, would call upon the miraculous, a God would insist. Instead, in our wary world, love might be curious happenstance, a game of chance, and this, dear audience, we must never forget to remember while we remain engaged and entranced. So, move slowly…and follow the rhythm and the rhyme within your heart. Sing like only you can sing, and let you, yourself, play the ultimate part. You make this real. You make us feel. You make the world, you make it so…fuckin’… real. So, don’t do it alone. Do this with me. Let’s see what you can see. Together, we can be set free. And, let us all live so lovely, the other drug, that carries us across the threshold from who we were, to who we want to be. Alas, remember, this isn’t a game of musical chairs played in an empty stadium. This is the mating game. This is competition. This is ritual slaughter. This is Die Hard. This is a fuckin’ intercontinental ballistic nuclear missile aimed squarely at you. Your ass has been targeted. The proximity fuse has been armed. The target coordinates have been logged. A firing control solution has been generated. All barometric conditions have been accounted for. Decoys have been deployed. Evasive maneuvers by all kill vehicles have been performed. All that remains is impact. Begin countdown. This is for the purity of pride and the hassle of honor. A battle between the victor and the vanquished. This is war, this is bloodsport, and this means sheer and utter annihilation are awaiting all those who participate. Be ready to live, more than life itself, but more than anything, be prepared to die. Be prepared to die the ultimate death, for you won’t accept anything less. Nothing less than the rest of the best. Nothing less than a golden chest. Nothing less than second best. Nothing less than to bless this mess. Nothing less, nothing addressed. Nothing left but to be second guessed, until nothing is left. So, are you pumped? Are you ready to get jumped? To be crushed? Turned to mush? Do you have a purpose? Do you know it? We don’t want anymore bystanders. We don’t need no more onlookers. We want people to get engaged. We want people who want in on the action. We want people to live and die and everything in-between. We want you, if you want everything. Are you ready? Are you steady? Do you want to sacrifice? To bend your life across the bedrock and have your heart torn from your chest? Are you ready to lash yourself to the fate of humanity? to yoke yourself to defeat? to live without, instead of within? to always die and never begin? Lest we forget, this is a magic trick, its essence is illusion. We keep certain things secret because that is what the good people want, that’s what the people pay for: to be deceived. We keep the audience in the dark. We keep the players guessing. We never let them know what we hold in our hands. We never let them know what may never be and what will always remain. When we let them think nothing, we let them think anything. To break the spell is the ultimate shame. To rock the boat, is cause for disdain. To shatter the stone, brings curious pain. So, instead, we sit in stunned silence, with quiet violence, gathering our thoughts, awaiting judgement, like everybody else. The audience must not be members of the insiders club, they must not be in on the joke. To let them trickle out of the trance is to fail. So, they flunk the magician. They reject the scene. Because, to let the audience squirm free from their suspension of disbelief is to upset the great equilibrium, and annihilate the illusion. Best to be avoided, for it causes confusion. Then, you lose the collusion. Instead of the audience inviting you in, they reject the intrusion. Nobody wants to see the machine for all its tainted glory. They mask the machine because it is grotesque and inelegant. The machine marches over its masters. The audience is not interested in the machine and we don’t want them to be. Instead, we redirect attention. See how so many more marvel at the curtains? the glorious curtains. The mysterious ruby red curtains. See them? Almost iridescent. Fluttering, sparkling and swooshing. The brilliant, shimmering curtains that hide all that you don’t want to know and only reveal that to which you are accustomed. The curtains that bleed disbelief, they keep you ensconced, sheltered and safe; a caul in which you remain forever dressed to bathe. That which keeps you in the warmth of the womb, your comfy cave. That which sets you free to act like a slave. To have choice over circumstance, is the supreme luxury. Let’s pretend that you do. Let’s pretend that you are the 'decider’ of your own destiny. How do you choose it? What sets your limitations? Who determines your endpoint? Why don’t you know any better? And, more importantly, why don’t you know any worse? Who gave you your goodness gracious? Who gave you your laugh? Who made you stare? Who made you pull out all of your hair? Who is what molded you. You are the purposeful byproduct of who. And you never get to choose who that is. Still, the stage-show needs to be tugged to and fro. It doesn’t just go on, and on, on its own, you know? This is the sleight-of-heart that keeps our souls from drifting apart. A sky casts its mark with prior art. An act so low, between those in the dark, and thems in the know. How do you know, which way to go, when you are drawn, and quartered by the row? Everything already divided and decided by so and so. Do you ever even get a chance to say no? It all happens in the same way some shadows play together under the trees, flickering fast among the weeds, like some curious disease, that keeps some from living on their feet, and others from staying on their knees. It’s the same something that binds those who arrive from their pleas. Pray hard. Pray fast. Pray silent. Pray aghast. Pray violent. Pray again and again for it won’t last. Just pray to bide your time. Pray to hit rewind. Pray again and again, just to get back in line. Do what you do, pray for your dues. Pray for what you can’t lose. Pray for some booze. Pray to choose. Pray for the ruse. Pray to never know a thing and always be confused. For there are always too many facts left to peruse. So pray for someone to do it for you. Beg for a long life, a third, fourth husband, or just one wife. Beg for a fast death, and a slow breath. Beg for her smile, beg for her child, beg for her love, beg her for miles. Wait for her moment that keeps for forever. Wait for her blood to keep you tethered. What more to want than what you can’t have? What other tune can drive you so mad? For the one who creates you, rolls right back to annihilate you. Tee-tottering love whisks you from your feet, when one moment you feel weightless, and the next you sit wounded on your seat. And, yet you would never undo what some silent goddess has done. You may go fast, and slip past, bolting like a colt in the open sun, laughing like a child with furious fun, but the tracks take you back, so forever around and round you must run. So, don’t stop, don’t shrink, don’t think or you'll blink. For, her love is your source and her hate is your sink. The gods play the love game as long as it is cast. The glorious don’t wait until the good glory has passed. So make the most and make it last, for the greatest love hard, but they also love fast.
Shimmy, shimmy, ya, shimmy, yam, shimmy, yay Gimme the mic so I can take it away 🎤 “Americans don't want to know and many Israelis don't want to know what is going on inside Palestine. It's a terrible human rights persecution that far transcends what any outsider would imagine, and there are powerful political forces in America that prevent any objective analysis.”
“I would say that in many ways the treatment of the Palestinians by the Israeli occupying forces is as onerous - and in some cases more onerous - as the treatment of black people in South Africa by the apartheid government” “The word apartheid is exactly accurate... So within Palestinian territory they are absolutely and totally separated, much worse than they were in South Africa by the way.”
That clip depicts a famous scene in Flannery's life, but the idea that she was lecturing the dinner guests on the true meaning of religion is way off base. It completely ignores her irony, her insecurity, her reluctance to say anything. She did say "to hell with it," but probably not much besides that. Also, the actor smoothes out Flannery's accent terribly - she had a hard-edged Georgia accent, very hard for northerners to hear. Her lecture in the clip is based on her actual writings, but she certainly did not talk that way at a New York dinner party. Sounds like the movie is going for hagiography above all. It's well-meaning, but it's not Flannery O'Connor.
O'Connor wrote about that famous scene that she felt put on the spot to say something when the last thing she would bring up to New York City people was Roman Catholicism.
Zero respect for man who cheats on his wife and marries his kids nanny because he can’t handle his wife’s being more famous than him. He cheated on Uma Thurman when she was at the peek of her fame now I see him claiming himself as a feminist if he was a real feminist he would have supported his wife’s career. He is a hypocrite. How can his kids with Uma talk to him, I think he fools himself by considering himself as a good father, I am sorry anyone did what he did can be anything close to a good father.
That film clip discussing the Eucharist is great! Yes, it is literally the body and blood, soul and divinity of Jesus; NOT only a symbol as some Catholics believe. And Eucharistic miracles, (where blood has appeared in the host) prove that reality. As Jesus said; This is my body; and this is my blood. Do this in memory of me. Praise our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ! ✝️✝️🌅🌅
I've never heard of this Flannery person and I didn't understand anything they ever talked about this Flannery person and the film clip really didn't explain anything. I had no idea what they were all talking about in this interview. So I'm not interested in this movie. Sorry, not sorry.
Flannery O’Connor: Very famous Milledgeville, Georgia, author who struggled with lupus all her adult life and died of it at 39. Also famous for raising peacocks. Best known, probably, for a book of short stories titled “A Good Man Is Hard to Find.”
God, I’ve always loved Ethan! Absolute LEGEND!!! Epic, seeing these two together. Also, WHAT A GREAT DAD!!!
I dunno... You may want to look at his parenting fail clip and you decide lol.
Ethan Hawk might just have spoken out the most beautiful homage to ones child ever
Beautiful conversation
"our safe space is art," 😭😭💗
Ethan is a beautiful human, beautiful artist, beautiful dad and a beautiful soul❤!
I love how much respect Colbert has for Ethan.
What an awesome project, it's about time! I'm absolutely awed by Maya, when I first saw her in Stranger Things, I was "who is this". ??!!! Congratulations to both of you.
Looks like an incredible film and a wonderful way to explore the life and highlight the work of one of the most talented short story writers. So glad that their family is going all in on bringing Flannery O’Connor and her complex work to more people.
Thank you for the shout out to Iowa, the Writers Workshop is amazing and has produced an amazing array of artists. It is nice to see Iowa mentioned for something good and country changing. Sincerely - A fellow Iowan
One of the most underrated actors around. And such a lovable, passionate guy
I really enjoyed this exchange between Ethan Hawke and Stephen about Flannery O’Conner. I read her stories a long time ago when I was too young to really appreciate them. I a planning to reread them now. I also loved the connections with each of these men to their mothers, and how it carried into the relationships with their daughters. Great episode.
"Thank you for making this movie"
agreed. Love this 2 humans
Ethan Hawke is such a thoughtful guest, love seeing him interviewed. The film looks most interesting.
I'm So glad Flannery's work is being brought back into the American literary discussion. (Unfortunatly I fear it could be banned in some places where it really needs to be heard) Thank you Mr. Hawk!
Cedric the Entertainer? We’ve got a First Reformed reunion over here. Another great film about faith.
Have always liked his acting.
He’s starting to look like Tom Skerrit. Very handsome.
I really hope they went to dinner after this one. I haven't seen Stephen this excited for a guest who wasn't in Lord of the Rings! I just love that his appreciation of art and literature is so connected to his family and his wish to understand the world in front of him.
I’m getting my copy, thank you! A really great interview
Invigorating conversation! Looking forward to the film.
Wow, May is riveting!
Lovely ..going to watch that ❤️
Ok he was one of my HS crushes and I still swoon for him 😊
I live here in Louisville Kentucky were "Wildcat" was filmed it was in old Louisville area, i live in the highlands area. It maybe filmed in other places but they show it on the news in the past how he is doing a film 🎥 here in Louisville. Ethan is from Texas.
Awesome dude. Awesome suit.
Who else just ordered a collection of Flannery O’Connor stories?
Cannot wait to see this!
Class act
For some strange reason - people are making better movies - finally - keep it up .
They always were, they just weren’t promoted on chat shows so you missed them
Movies have always been a polarized art form. I. The same year the The Last Jedi came out, so did "Dave Made a Maze". One of these films is a subpar offering in one of history's hugest IP franchises, the other is a lovely little indie movie about a guy who builds a cardboard-box labyrinth in his room and gets hopelessly lost inside it.
One of these has a multimillion dollar promotional budget, the other one largely got promoted by word of mouth. The good one is the one you've never heard of.
Wonderful
Okay I kinda wanna see this!
Anyone else love hawke
Beautiful film. Best of the year and maybe of this century, with Calvary a rival. I wished this movie was ten hours long and went through scenes from all 31 short stories.
It would be awesome if Ethan and Maya did a series on some streaming platform of all the stories.
And Laura Linney is- there isn’t a word… she was a Flannerian incarnation of Grace on the screen.
As with her stories, only a small percentage of the public will “get” the message, and even the Hawkes may miss a thing or two, not being as devout or deliberate in their faith as Miss O’Connor. Please see it and pray before you do, even if you don’t believe, pray anyway. Say, “I am hiding from myself. God, if this film can show me how, help me see it.”
And may Misfits stumble upon you as you watch.
Legend. ❤ all these kids watching stranger things not knowing that's Uma freaking Thurman and Ethan freaken hawks daughter. Man, so awesome. Wanna see this movie.
You don't know young fans very well. One they love Maya in Stranger Things, and as soon as they fall in love with someone they will try to learn all they can about them.
Great hair!
where can I see this film?!
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The Apple pie 🥧 wasn’t made far from the Studio 🎭🫧🌻🙏🏻📍🦘
He humiliated his successful wife by cheating on her with the babysitter. Now he's a card-carrying feminist. Forgive my skepticism...I still side with Uma on this. 🤔
Meh. It sucks that their marriage didn't work out but how long do you hold that against him? He has a good relationship with his daughter & is in a very long marriage which has produced children. Sometimes, people get with the wrong ppl for the wrong reasons & it doesn't work out. It doesn't make them horrible people - just not good for each other.
@@cmcdee I agree 100%, however it was the way he did it. Sleeping with the babysitter which they hired because she was at the peak of her success. It sends a message, doesn't it? But yeah, you're right, I should move on! And of course men can have quite contraditory views of woman as wife vs. woman as daughter. (Well, Trump is the exception... 😜)
Who else loves hawks?
Always do great to see Ethan Hawke, an amazing artist. But, tonight......not a good look, Fidel...
🙄… don’t be ridiculous.
The best, the worst, her last love, his first. The girl who fatally steps forward never plays in reverse. It’s such a serial sickness, it’s almost a curse. Like a verse that’s too terse, or a flagrant foul that's so fucking perverse. Despite doubling down on the dementia, it’s like shackling your car to the back of a hearse. Like collecting the flock when y'all should disperse. Are you fuckin’ crazy, is all this rehearsed? Like, what evar could be worse?
Such precarious pride built on hasty romance forever remains a delicate dance. In another time, a curtsey between two golden lovers lost in their trance, would call upon the miraculous, a God would insist. Instead, in our wary world, love might be curious happenstance, a game of chance, and this, dear audience, we must never forget to remember while we remain engaged and entranced.
So, move slowly…and follow the rhythm and the rhyme within your heart. Sing like only you can sing, and let you, yourself, play the ultimate part. You make this real. You make us feel. You make the world, you make it so…fuckin’… real. So, don’t do it alone. Do this with me. Let’s see what you can see. Together, we can be set free. And, let us all live so lovely, the other drug, that carries us across the threshold from who we were, to who we want to be.
Alas, remember, this isn’t a game of musical chairs played in an empty stadium. This is the mating game. This is competition. This is ritual slaughter. This is Die Hard. This is a fuckin’ intercontinental ballistic nuclear missile aimed squarely at you. Your ass has been targeted. The proximity fuse has been armed. The target coordinates have been logged. A firing control solution has been generated. All barometric conditions have been accounted for. Decoys have been deployed. Evasive maneuvers by all kill vehicles have been performed. All that remains is impact. Begin countdown.
This is for the purity of pride and the hassle of honor. A battle between the victor and the vanquished. This is war, this is bloodsport, and this means sheer and utter annihilation are awaiting all those who participate. Be ready to live, more than life itself, but more than anything, be prepared to die. Be prepared to die the ultimate death, for you won’t accept anything less. Nothing less than the rest of the best. Nothing less than a golden chest. Nothing less than second best. Nothing less than to bless this mess. Nothing less, nothing addressed. Nothing left but to be second guessed, until nothing is left.
So, are you pumped? Are you ready to get jumped? To be crushed? Turned to mush? Do you have a purpose? Do you know it? We don’t want anymore bystanders. We don’t need no more onlookers. We want people to get engaged. We want people who want in on the action. We want people to live and die and everything in-between. We want you, if you want everything.
Are you ready? Are you steady? Do you want to sacrifice? To bend your life across the bedrock and have your heart torn from your chest? Are you ready to lash yourself to the fate of humanity? to yoke yourself to defeat? to live without, instead of within? to always die and never begin?
Lest we forget, this is a magic trick, its essence is illusion. We keep certain things secret because that is what the good people want, that’s what the people pay for: to be deceived. We keep the audience in the dark. We keep the players guessing. We never let them know what we hold in our hands. We never let them know what may never be and what will always remain. When we let them think nothing, we let them think anything.
To break the spell is the ultimate shame. To rock the boat, is cause for disdain. To shatter the stone, brings curious pain. So, instead, we sit in stunned silence, with quiet violence, gathering our thoughts, awaiting judgement, like everybody else.
The audience must not be members of the insiders club, they must not be in on the joke. To let them trickle out of the trance is to fail. So, they flunk the magician. They reject the scene. Because, to let the audience squirm free from their suspension of disbelief is to upset the great equilibrium, and annihilate the illusion. Best to be avoided, for it causes confusion. Then, you lose the collusion. Instead of the audience inviting you in, they reject the intrusion.
Nobody wants to see the machine for all its tainted glory. They mask the machine because it is grotesque and inelegant. The machine marches over its masters. The audience is not interested in the machine and we don’t want them to be. Instead, we redirect attention. See how so many more marvel at the curtains? the glorious curtains. The mysterious ruby red curtains. See them? Almost iridescent. Fluttering, sparkling and swooshing. The brilliant, shimmering curtains that hide all that you don’t want to know and only reveal that to which you are accustomed. The curtains that bleed disbelief, they keep you ensconced, sheltered and safe; a caul in which you remain forever dressed to bathe. That which keeps you in the warmth of the womb, your comfy cave. That which sets you free to act like a slave.
To have choice over circumstance, is the supreme luxury. Let’s pretend that you do. Let’s pretend that you are the 'decider’ of your own destiny. How do you choose it? What sets your limitations? Who determines your endpoint? Why don’t you know any better? And, more importantly, why don’t you know any worse? Who gave you your goodness gracious? Who gave you your laugh? Who made you stare? Who made you pull out all of your hair? Who is what molded you. You are the purposeful byproduct of who. And you never get to choose who that is.
Still, the stage-show needs to be tugged to and fro. It doesn’t just go on, and on, on its own, you know? This is the sleight-of-heart that keeps our souls from drifting apart. A sky casts its mark with prior art. An act so low, between those in the dark, and thems in the know. How do you know, which way to go, when you are drawn, and quartered by the row? Everything already divided and decided by so and so. Do you ever even get a chance to say no?
It all happens in the same way some shadows play together under the trees, flickering fast among the weeds, like some curious disease, that keeps some from living on their feet, and others from staying on their knees. It’s the same something that binds those who arrive from their pleas.
Pray hard. Pray fast. Pray silent. Pray aghast. Pray violent. Pray again and again for it won’t last. Just pray to bide your time. Pray to hit rewind. Pray again and again, just to get back in line. Do what you do, pray for your dues. Pray for what you can’t lose. Pray for some booze. Pray to choose. Pray for the ruse. Pray to never know a thing and always be confused. For there are always too many facts left to peruse. So pray for someone to do it for you.
Beg for a long life, a third, fourth husband, or just one wife. Beg for a fast death, and a slow breath. Beg for her smile, beg for her child, beg for her love, beg her for miles. Wait for her moment that keeps for forever. Wait for her blood to keep you tethered. What more to want than what you can’t have? What other tune can drive you so mad? For the one who creates you, rolls right back to annihilate you.
Tee-tottering love whisks you from your feet, when one moment you feel weightless, and the next you sit wounded on your seat. And, yet you would never undo what some silent goddess has done. You may go fast, and slip past, bolting like a colt in the open sun, laughing like a child with furious fun, but the tracks take you back, so forever around and round you must run. So, don’t stop, don’t shrink, don’t think or you'll blink. For, her love is your source and her hate is your sink.
The gods play the love game as long as it is cast. The glorious don’t wait until the good glory has passed. So make the most and make it last, for the greatest love hard, but they also love fast.
❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤😂😂😂🎉🎉🎉
Shimmy, shimmy, ya, shimmy, yam, shimmy, yay
Gimme the mic so I can take it away 🎤
“Americans don't want to know and many Israelis don't want to know what is going on inside Palestine. It's a terrible human rights persecution that far transcends what any outsider would imagine, and there are powerful political forces in America that prevent any objective analysis.”
“I would say that in many ways the treatment of the Palestinians by the Israeli occupying forces is as onerous - and in some cases more onerous - as the treatment of black people in South Africa by the apartheid government”
“The word apartheid is exactly accurate... So within Palestinian territory they are absolutely and totally separated, much worse than they were in South Africa by the way.”
Jimmy Carter 🐐
That clip depicts a famous scene in Flannery's life, but the idea that she was lecturing the dinner guests on the true meaning of religion is way off base. It completely ignores her irony, her insecurity, her reluctance to say anything. She did say "to hell with it," but probably not much besides that. Also, the actor smoothes out Flannery's accent terribly - she had a hard-edged Georgia accent, very hard for northerners to hear. Her lecture in the clip is based on her actual writings, but she certainly did not talk that way at a New York dinner party. Sounds like the movie is going for hagiography above all. It's well-meaning, but it's not Flannery O'Connor.
O'Connor wrote about that famous scene that she felt put on the spot to say something when the last thing she would bring up to New York City people was Roman Catholicism.
Maya loves Her CK Underwear, we love her
Ethan did black phone to protect his daughter long term, powerful implications. You mess up, I show you the basement.
Zero respect for man who cheats on his wife and marries his kids nanny because he can’t handle his wife’s being more famous than him. He cheated on Uma Thurman when she was at the peek of her fame now I see him claiming himself as a feminist if he was a real feminist he would have supported his wife’s career. He is a hypocrite. How can his kids with Uma talk to him, I think he fools himself by considering himself as a good father, I am sorry anyone did what he did can be anything close to a good father.
nepo baby
That film clip discussing the Eucharist is great! Yes, it is literally the body and blood, soul and divinity of Jesus; NOT only a symbol as some Catholics believe. And Eucharistic miracles, (where blood has appeared in the host) prove that reality. As Jesus said; This is my body; and this is my blood. Do this in memory of me. Praise our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ! ✝️✝️🌅🌅
Who?
Another nepo baby,
Thank you nepotism for giving us this wonderful actress
It’s genetics man get over it
I've never heard of this Flannery person and I didn't understand anything they ever talked about this Flannery person and the film clip really didn't explain anything. I had no idea what they were all talking about in this interview. So I'm not interested in this movie. Sorry, not sorry.
I didn’t know about Flannery O’Connor or film until I listened to this interview but it peaked my interest in learning more. Refreshing!
This is such a stereotypically American response to something that has a whiff of intelligence.
Flannery O’Connor: Very famous Milledgeville, Georgia, author who struggled with lupus all her adult life and died of it at 39. Also famous for raising peacocks. Best known, probably, for a book of short stories titled “A Good Man Is Hard to Find.”
Me not get it, mean me no like it. 👆🤡🤣🤣🤣
What a long winded way of saying you don't engage with anything outside your comfort zone...