"Helga’s a blonde, like her mother and sister, with her hair in pigtails and a thick black unibrow. Every day she wears a pink dress, which matches her huge pink bow which alights her dainty head. Her room is full of frills and pink hearts and a happy doll very similar to Raggedy Ann. Just from these simple descriptors, one would assume that Helga would be a sweet as pie, all American girl. That’s her sister, Olga. Helga, on the other hand, is a true tomboy. Occasionally violent but a born leader, Helga makes herself known amongst the 4th graders to be the one kid you do NOT want to mess with. However, as her mild-mannered half-Japanese best friend Phoebe knows and understands well, there is a lot of tenderness in Helga. While being tough, she’s rarely mean for the sake of being mean. She doesn’t steal, she doesn’t cheat and doesn’t lie about anything except Arnold. […]
Helga is a well-crafted individual and shows just how NOT to judge a book by its cover. Just because someone is a girl, wears pink, or wears dresses doesn’t mean anything one way or the other and this back story is significant to how we consider Helga within feminism. Helga does not love Arnold because that’s what girls do; she loves him because he showed her kindness. She loves him obsessively because he continues to show her kindness even if she tortures him. However, due to the fact that she does not want to become the butt of anyone’s jokes, she maintains this iron-clad reputation of the tough leader and keeps her love hidden from everyone; that one moment of swooning at 3 years old was seen as weakness. This is a girl who makes her own decisions, does things on her own terms and refuses to conform to anyone’s expectations”. x
I have so much love for Helga.
It took me 12 years to go frame by frame and realize that weird lag I had always noticed was Tulio pausing to kiss Miguel before pushing him off the cliff in a desperate attempt to save their lives…
MY SHIP IS UNSINKABLE
“: Miguel & Tulio: The original script had them be lovers, calling each other ‘darling’ and such. Although the idea was shot down, they left in scenes where you can kind of tell what they were pushing for.”
You’re forgetting the scene in the beginning where they’re prisoners in the ship. Tulio is lifting Miguel so Miguel and look out, and Tulio briefly rubs his face against Miguel’s ass. Best. ever.
fucking get me started
on my gay analysis
of El fucking Dorado
^This part is subtle and often missed. At the end, when Tulio and Miguel are reunited, they run to hug each other and Altivo interrupts just as Tulio has his hand on his pal’s waist.
All gifs here made by me because SACRIFICES! I actually have hundreds more to make but who knows if I’ll ever finish—especially since my hard drive kaboomed and I lost my perfectly organized clips.
Edit: AHH IMAGES FIXED. SO SORRY ABOUT THAT. Some of you have been asking for further analysis. I direct you to a fic study I did on their relationship in the movie: The Magnificent.
They were actually lovers in the original script, and if you read the original script, they call each other “darling,” “sweetie,” and “honey” all the time.
I’ve seen people using this post (logically) to throw SO MUCH shade at this entire idea, but honestly this was so fucking important to me as a child. People say “I don’t have any friends” all the time, but when I was a kid I very literally did not have ANY friends. In the fourth grade I was bullied so badly by not just a group but by every child in the ENTIRE CLASS and the teacher that I had to be moved to another class where only some of the children actively bullied me, the rest ignored me, and the teacher was at least nice. I did not even request this transfer. I just spent so much time sobbing in the guidance office that the department talked to the teacher, my mother, declared it a “toxic class”, and had me moved. Actually this happened twice, the first time in the first grade, again complete with a teacher who went out of her way to humiliate a six-year-old in front of her classmates, apparently telling my mother I was a “brat” with “no manners”. (My guess is that I interrupted her too much and argued with lesson plans because my ADD hadn’t been diagnosed yet, and I remember becoming EXTREMELY IMPATIENT with being forced to copy down phonics for hours when I was already on starter chapter books [AMERICAN GIRL BOOKS ADDY WAS MY EVERYTHING], and also I was six-years-old). It was literally considered taboo among the other children to befriend me.
But goddammit come Valentine’s Day every one of those little shits owed me a card.
I never cheaped out on Valentine’s Day cards. None of that generic shit, I always gave the good ones on the nice cardstock from the big shit franchise, I was never the punkass who didn’t put candy on them, I had separate girl valentines and boy Valentines, I spelled everybody’s name right, and I went home with a little paper baggie full of the mandatory affection of other children and I reveled in it. I kept those fucking things for months. And you know, it was really depressing as shit when I got to middle school and they stopped forcing you to do it, because I’ve never received a Valentine since. I didn’t have any friends in middle school, either (not to mention classes were split up by subject so when a teacher decided deliberately humiliate me they did it all year, and by all year I mean three years, and by “a” teacher I mean two teachers and by two I mean it might as well have been three because I had one of them for two different years and got her for homeroom in BOTH TIMES SHE LITERALLY SWITCHED FROM TEACHING SIXTH GRADE TO EIGHTH GRADE AT THE START OF MY EIGHTH GRADE YEAR ASKGF;’LKD;), and in middle school they did this thing instead where they would sell carnations the week before and then your whole grade would pile into the gym on Valentine’s Day and they’d read out names and you’d come up in front of everybody and get your flower. You know, unless no one got you a flower, in which case everyone in your grade would know that there was no one in our entire school who liked you enough to spend 75 cents (seriously they were 75 cents) to spare you complete humiliation. (I’m not kidding it was a THING to get the most carnations and it was an even bigger thing NOT to get them.)
They did it with candy canes for Christmas, too, so this happened TWICE a year until the principal of my school started sending them to me because it was so sad.
By the time I hit high school and actually found humans who would talk to me, nobody really did the Valentine thing unless they were dating, which was for me was rare, a train wreck, and never around Valentine’s Day anyway. I’ve never had a Valentine as adult, either (that is a statement, not a complaint, as I am pretty, intelligent, and charismatic, and other people’s bad taste is not my problem), and the highlight of the holiday for me is that my mom always gets me a new stuffed animal and it’s the day before chocolate goes on sale.
That paper bag full of mandatory valentines was the only time I felt like another kid was thinking something nice about me. I was a sad kid. I was a LONELY kid. I remember reading Harry Potter the first time and wanting to be a wizard not because they got to do magic or live in a castle or fight evil, but because Harry went to Hogwarts and got friends.
This is really important.
I’m not joking ok
What I mean is that they got away with a lot of stuff in this movie.
Toby and I rewatched this a few months back, and we were just as…
First you have Elisa being a badass detective, solving crimes and shit, literally kicking ass all over Manhattan.
Then there’s Demona who goes around with fucking laser guns, who doesn’t give two shits about fucking the city up.