consider the sperm whale and the squid. an ancient rivalry that dates back millions of years. we know the whales eat the squids. we know the squids do not make it easy for them. we know this because of the scars the whales carry, scars on the outside of their body, and on the inside as well. how badly must you want something to endure wounds inside your mouth? inside your gut?
consider the whale, who is harmed by what sustains her. consider the squid, whose flesh is soft and delicious but refuses to go down easy.
Flint’s physicality is so interesting to me, because even as a viewer he truly seems larger than life?
In that he’s actually not very tall at all, but I never notice until he stands next to Billy or even one of the other characters or even Madi.
Or that he’s not got that deep of a voice, that especially John has a much *much* deeper voice than him, but I always forget until they actually talk to each other.
It’s like Flint’s *presence* is so overwhelming, even on film, even as someone who knows this to be fiction, his narrative is so all-encompassing that i always conceptualize him as someone more physically imposing than he is and that’s just so damn good.