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Sometimes always never. Movies inspired by board games have a chequered history. Clue, based on Cluedo, came with lashings of high camp but flopped nevertheless, while Battleship stank ? and sank. Ridley Scott’s Monopoly film, announced in 2008, has still not passed “Go”, and there will have been disappointment for any games fanatics hoping to be catered for by Twister and Downfall. Perhaps the board-game box-office jinx is what led the makers of a new, Scrabble-oriented comedy-drama to ditch their original title, “Triple Word Score”, in favour of the harder-to-remember Sometimes Always Never. In one of those Scenes Which Explain the Title, we learn that this one?refers to the three buttons on a suit, and when (if ever) they should be fastened. Alan (Bill Nighy) is the tailor dispensing the advice, though his abiding passion is?Scrabble. He’ll even feign inexperience when playing against strangers, casually suggesting a flutter on the outcome and then fleecing his opponents as though he’s Paul Newman in The Hustler. That could serve as a metaphor for Nighy’s own acting style. There he is, bumbling away hopelessly, usually in a cardigan or cravat, and before you know it he’s pulled off some deft piece of emotional sleight-of-hand. Alan and his adult son Peter (Sam?Riley) are on their way to the morgue where they are to identify a body that may be that of Peter’s brother, Michael, missing since storming out of a Scrabble game at home years earlier. The film, intended in all other respects to be light and wacky, never really recovers from that macabre starting point, or from the scene in which Alan reacts with unseemly briskness to the news that it isn’t Michael who’s been found after all. Another couple, who have come to see if it’s their boy on the slab, sit only metres away. From here, the picture takes a meandering course. Alan moves in with Peter and his wife Sue (Alice Lowe), and shares a bunk-bed with Jack (Louis Healy), the teenage grandson hooked on computer games. Alan’s sartorial influence makes the lad a hit with Rachel (Ella-Grace Gregoire), the girl at the bus stop. Meanwhile, Alan becomes convinced that an anonymous online Scrabble opponent is in fact Michael. He sets off to find him and Peter follows. En route?Peter encounters a waitress with a fondness for the word “soap” and bumps into Alexei Sayle in a boatyard. Well, why not? Phrase by phrase, Frank Cottrell-Boyce’s screenplay is often delightful. Take Alan’s staccato explanation for why he won’t drive at night: “A-roads in the dark. Oncoming. Full-beam. Nightmarish. ” But the script’s ideas don’t quite graduate convincingly into themes. Peter recalls with chagrin how his childhood was littered with cheap versions of popular toys ? not Subbuteo but Chad Valley Big League, not Scrabble but a rip-off with flimsy cardboard tiles. The film isn’t even halfway done when Alan spells out the subtext: “You also didn’t have a mother, you had a dad. A poor substitute there. ” The moral is: make the best of what you’ve got rather than fretting over what you’re missing. The question is whether Alan will be able to heed his own advice and appreciate the son who’s right in front of him instead of pining endlessly for the one who left. The director Carl Hunter, formerly the bassist of the Liverpudlian band the Farm, puts rather too much faith in quirkiness to see the film through. Many of the sets are painted in doleful Aki Kaurismäki colours: a dingy hotel bar is decked out in lime with pools of unflattering light, while the magenta cabinets in Peter’s kitchen are offset by walls of turquoise and pistachio. Pointedly artificial driving scenes have a goofy, CBeebies feel, and there’s also an animated boat which sinks at sea. On this evidence, Hunter is auditioning to be the cut-price British Wes Anderson. Even that coveted film-maker, though, is guilty of a certain airlessness, and Hunter should play instead to his own strengths. He coaxes good work from Jenny Agutter as the mother of the other missing son, and from Healy and Gregoire, who are fresh and naturalistic as the teenage lovebirds. If his follow-up doesn’t strain quite so hard for eccentricity, it might not feel like such a trivial pursuit. Sometimes Always Never (12A) dir: Carl Hunter.
Always wipes. POWERFUL - words can't convey the experience of seeing this movie, so please watch this recounting of a historical and transcendent story. Sometimes Always never say. I highly recommend this film. A vividly touching, deeply tearing apart, painfully shining story of the life of an amazing person, not just a celebrity, magnificently interpreted by an outstanding Renee Zellweger. Just go, watch and enjoy it until the last moment. You will never forget its most striking lesson: life is a struggle for all, but great persons, often at their own sacrifice, manage to create love and joy out of its pain.
Berlinale 2020 / Wettbewerb: Eliza Hittman erzählt die Geschichte einer Abtreibung als Variation auf den romantischen Teenage-New-York-Trip. In Never Rarely Sometimes Always geht es nicht um Entscheidungen oder Planung, sondern ganz allein um Durchführung. Detailaufnahmen: Der Gasherd wird aufgedreht, auf kleine Flamme gestellt, eine Sicherheitsnadel hineingehalten. Dann das Close-up von Autumn (Sidney Flanagan) im Spiegel, wie sie sich mit der Nadel die Nase durchsticht. Eliza Hittman verschont ihr Publikum in dieser Szene nicht, aber ein Schnitt später ist die Wunde schon verheilt, und ein neues Piercing ziert die Nase der 17-Jährigen. Selbst ist die Frau in Never Rarely Sometimes Always, aber es gibt Grenzen. Nach ?Selbstabtreibung“ googelt Autumn nur kurz, dann weiß sie, dass sie Hilfe braucht. Erdrückende Beweislage Auf kleiner Flamme, aber mit heißer Nadel geht auch Hittman ihren so intimen wie radikalen Film über einen Teenager an, der eine Abtreibung durchführen lässt. Der Plot ist mit diesem Halbsatz schon zur Gänze beschrieben, denn Never Rarely Sometimes Always ist nicht mehr als die Geschichte dieses Projekts, vom positiven Schwangerschaftstest zum Eingriff, ohne Überlegungen, ohne Zweifel, ohne Juno, kein Film des Planens, sondern einer des Durchführens. Pro-Choice ist Prämisse, und die Entscheidung steht fest. Weil das, was durchgeführt werden muss, nicht so einfach durchzuführen ist, weil sich die Möglichkeitsfenster legaler Abtreibungen in vielen Teilen der USA gerade dramatisch schließen ? ?Are you abortion-minded? “, fragt die besorgte Fundamentalistin am Empfang der Frauenklinik ?, braucht das einen ganzen Film. In Pennsylvania ist so ein Eingriff ohne das Einverständnis der Eltern nicht möglich, in New York schon. Also geht es mit Cousine Skylar (Talia Ryder), der einzig Eingeweihten, im Morgengrauen per Greyhound in die große Stadt. Ein bisschen, und das ist alles andere als negativ gemeint, mutet Never Rarely Sometimes Always manchmal an, als hätte Ken Loach sich dem Thema Sexismus angenommen, so erdrückend sind die Beweise: Der Chef des Supermarkts, in dem Autumn und Skylar arbeiten, küsst den beiden am Ende jeden Tages ungefragt die Hand, nachdem sie das Geld bei ihm abgeliefert haben; der Kunde an der Kasse lädt Skylar ungefragt zu seiner Party an, in der New Yorker U-Bahn fängt ein Typ vor ihnen zu masturbieren an. Ähnlich eindeutig der impulsfeministische Widerstand von Film und Hauptfigur: Der Herzschlag des Kindes, von der Ärztin als ?most magical sound you’re ever going to hear“ angekündigt, wird auf der Tonspur des Films zu einem unheilvollen Beat. Wenig später schlägt Autumn ihren eigenen Bauch grün und blau. Zärtliche Kamera und belastbare Präsenz Was im sozialrealistischen Modus leicht manipulativ wirken kann, ist hier vor allem deshalb konsequent, weil Never Rarely Sometimes Always weniger eine individuelle Geschichte erzählt als eine partikulare Erfahrungswelt ins Filmische übersetzt: die Erfahrungswelt junger Frauen in einer Welt, in der Männer gern ungefragt Dinge tun. Und in der Frauen Konsequenzen tragen und irgendwann selbst gefragt werden. In der entscheidenden Szene des Films bekommt Autumn von der rührenden Mitarbeiterin der New Yorker Abtreibungsklinik Fragen zu ihrer Vergangenheit gestellt, die Erfahrung sexueller Gewalt übersetzt sich in die vier im Filmtitel zitierten Auswahlmöglichkeiten. Hélène Louvarts Kamera bleibt hier für mehrere Minuten ganz auf dem Gesicht von Sidney Flanagan, in dem unterdrückte Tränen nur zögerlich beginnen, von unsichtbaren Narben zu sprechen. Ein Bild als traumatischer Kontrapunkt zum nüchternen Multiple-Choice-Test auf der Tonspur. Überhaupt diese Kamera, überhaupt diese junge Frau: Autumn ist keine Drehbuchfigur, sondern eine Assemblage aus Louvarts zärtlicher Kamera und Flanigans belasteter, belastbarer Präsenz. Auch wenn Never Rarely Sometimes Always deutlich plotbasierter ist als ihre ersten Filme It Felt Like Love und Beach Rats, behält Hittman ihre Poetik intimer Körperlichkeit jenseits des Sexuellen ebenso bei wie ihre Entdeckungsgabe für junge Darsteller. So muss der Film wenig Energie daran vergeuden, uns Autumn nahe zu bringen, sie liebenswert, besonders oder sympathisch zu machen; wir müssen nicht viel über sie wissen, wir müssen nicht all ihren Stärken und Schwächen kennen, weil Hittman, Louvart und Flanagan sie uns sehen lassen. Odyssee der Selbstbestimmung Und dann ist da noch die New-York-Odyssee, die den größten Teil von Never Rarely Sometimes Always ausmacht. Weil Autumn weiter ist in ihrer Schwangerschaft als gedacht, wird sie von Brooklyn nach Manhattan geschickt und muss den Eingriff in zwei Teilen durchführen lassen, die beiden Teenager dementsprechend die Nacht in New York verbringen, nachdem das ganze Geld schon für die Behandlung draufgegangen ist. Eine Jungsbekanntschaft aus dem Bus wird also aufgewärmt, es geht auf die Bowlingbahn und in die Karaokebar, am Ende der Nacht tröstet ein cousineliches Händchenhalten über die Unentwirrbarkeit von Ökonomie und Romantik hinweg. Irgendwie also ist Never Rarely Sometimes Always auch eine Variation eines sehr vertrauten Topos: des Teenage-Trips in die Großstadt. Im Morgengrauen heimlich verschwinden nach New York, sich dort zurechtfinden müssen, von Manhattan nach Brooklyn und wieder zurück, pleite sein und schwarzfahren, Jungs kennenlernen, völlig übernächtigt zurückkehren. Nur ist Autumn, als die beiden völlig übernächtigt nach Pennsylvania zurückkehren, nicht um eine aufregende, sondern um eine furchtbare Erfahrung reicher ? aber immerhin um eine brennende Sorge ärmer. Selbstbestimmung statt Selbstfindung. Da Sie schonmal da sind: Wir haben eine Bitte. Zwar lesen immer mehr Leute, die Einnahmen durch Werbung sinken aber dramatisch. Damit weiter bestehen kann, sind wir deshalb auf Sie angewiesen. Schon?3 Euro sind eine Hilfe! Sichern Sie mit uns die Zukunft von Details zu Überweisungen und Paypal gibt es hier. Trailer zu ?Never Rarely Sometimes Always“ Trailer ansehen (2) Bilder zur Galerie (3 Bilder) Neue Trailer alle neuen Trailer Neue Kritiken Wagenknecht Paris Calligrammes Die Farbe aus dem All Pinocchio.
A pair of teenage girls in rural Pennsylvania travel to New York City to seek out medical help after an unintended pregnancy. Genres: Drama Release date: 13/Mar/2020 IMDB.

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Always incontinence. This had to be the funniest trailer I have ever seen in my life. Sometimes never.

Always deodorant. I’ve been asked a lot, lately, about how to care for someone who is going through a miscarriage. I’ve hesitated to write about it because grief is so personal. What felt helpful and healing to me might not to you. But after enough people asked the same question, it hit me: this is one of the very few silver linings of our losses. To be able to help people love their friends who are grieving better might be one of the main benefits of what we went through. Recognizing each piece of advice below should be read through the filter of your friend’s personality, here are a few ways to love a couple well in the wake of a miscarriage. Take food, send a small gift, or send a card. Leave it on the doorstep. Don’t ask them to talk, just let them know you are there, loving them and the baby they lost. Pray for them and text them your prayers. I sobbed through text messages for days after our losses and believe, someday, I’ll see those words in Heaven. They carried me. Remember their baby. It’s really easy - especially if you haven’t had a miscarriage - to want them to move on. We all feel better when grief ends. But the minute you find out you are pregnant, you begin dreaming of that baby. Of the name and the nursery and the sweet face and the gender. Losing that is heartbreaking; whether it is 48 hours or 14 weeks later need not matter. It feels like a death in your family. Different than a child or adult death, yes. But a major loss nonetheless. If you have not had a miscarriage, don’t offer advice. Just let them know you are ready to listen at any moment. Ask them if they want to talk about it. If they do, be a safe listening space. If they don’t, do not force it. Offer a distraction if that’s what they want. Everyone grieves at different paces and in different ways. Don’t offer platitudes. I have learned that platitudes generally leave the speaker feeling better, but the recipient feeling worse. If you think you might have a podcast, book, Instagram post, article, etc., that might be helpful, ask them if they would like to see it before sending it. Sometimes it feels helpful to read other people’s stories. Sometimes it can be haunting or panic-inducing. Check before you send it their way. If you are pregnant, acknowledge it. Tell them it’s OK if it is hard for them to be around you, attend your baby shower, etc. Give them extra grace. Pregnancy is so, so visible, it can feel like it’s in your face in the wake of a miscarriage. When my friends acknowledged this, it changed everything. It made me feel safe to attend their showers, knowing there might be tears. If you get pregnant and are going to share the news with them, tell them over text first. One of the hardest parts of our miscarriages is that I wanted to be (and was! ) happy for my friends. But it’s SO much easier to hear it over text first, then call when you’re ready to celebrate. Remember their due date. Text them on that day and let them know you’re thinking of them. I wrote this in October at the start of fall, but never posted it. I thought I’d share it today, as we near the start of spring. It’s amazing to see the things that have changed, the things that have stayed the same, and how our family has grown. If you find yourself in a stuck or painful season, I encourage you try out Emily P. Freeman’s practice (below! ) of naming the season. It helped me process how I was feeling and see our reality, while also practicing hope and gratitude. September was a blur. I wrote 10. 3. 19 down today and sat, for a moment, wondering where the month went. It was significant, but someday, I think, I will look back and barely remember the details. I had another miscarriage on August 29. Chris ended his 10-year long job on August 30. I turned 33 a few days later. A week later, we started fertility testing. Then, the very next day, we left for our first week-long family vacation. It has been almost entirely highs and lows; a month that leaves you momentarily wondering what mundane feels like. While at the beach, I met a girl from Indiana, who told me she was eight weeks pregnant. She said it the way only someone who has never had a miscarriage can. With confidence. Unscathed by the pain of loss, unafraid of what could happen. Like the way a younger woman talks about falling in love for the first time; never having had her heart broken. She doesn’t even know how vulnerable her position is. It’s the freest of free fall, before you know to brace for the bottom. It was beautiful and refreshing. Hearing her say it so boldly felt like honey to my soul. I wanted her to shout it out loud. It was like sunshine and vanilla and fresh air all mixed together, pure happiness. I’ve been deep in the miscarriage world this time around - hearing other women’s stories, comparing them to mine, mapping, counting, wondering, praying, begging, calculating. It feels like the only thing I think about and reminds me, so much, of when I was absolutely yearning to get married, with no husband in sight. When I met Chris, I kept telling my therapist I wanted to be in free fall for him, but I was so afraid it wouldn’t work out. I was constantly bracing for impact. I knew how badly it could hurt if it all fell apart. My friend, Robyn, told me that we are on holy ground right now. It’s a painful, formative space and we don’t know why we are in it, but, someday, we will look back and know it was sacred. In her podcast, Emily P. Freeman encourages listeners to name the season they are in by calling out a few significant things. So I thought I’d do that, today, as we sit, waiting, waiting for a season to come. We are waiting and hoping for a baby. Chris is starting a new job. Mac is the most, most fun, wonderful thing we’ve ever known. He’s exploring, taking everything apart, wondering how it works. We are mourning what is lost and hopeful - albeit a little sheepishly - for what is to come. We are growing, deepening, coming together. Today was, most likely, our last summery day. My car read 101 degrees. Saturday is a high of 65. The days are getting shorter. Mac’s room fills with darkness as I tuck him in each night. And while I’m inclined to hold on to summer forever, the darkening feels appropriate. Over the next few months, as we wait patiently for my body to be ready to conceive again, I’m praying for quietness and peace in my heart. I’m praying for trust and stillness and hope. For a few months, I thought winter was going to forfeit its seat this year, finally relenting to my lifelong wish to go from fall to spring. But here we are, the last full week of January, and it finally decided to show up. I suppose the daffodils sprouting in our yard and the bumblebees buzzing around were a sign we needed a cold snap. The start of the year has felt so hopeful for our family. I’m reminding myself daily that, even if I’m not pregnant, we are one day closer to a second baby. I have no idea how or what it will look like along the way, but I’m trying to stay present and approach each day with open hands. We spent last weekend in Florida for Chris’ grandad’s 90th birthday. It was such a sweet weekend and we got to introduce Mac to his great grandpa. Four generations of Saxon men in one room! It was beautiful. Books I’ve been reading a lot this month, trying to get in bed early each night. Embracing those short hours of daylight, you could say. I read This Tender Land, which was incredible and I highly recommend, especially if you liked Where the Crawdads Sing. Right now, I’m reading Bringing Down the Duke, about which I’ve yet to decide how I feel. I’m also listening to The Dutch House (Audible version), which is narrated by Tom Hanks and - so far - incredible. Anything Tom Hanks touches really does turn to gold. Coincidentally, I tried to read Waiting for Tom Hanks and couldn’t get through it. Podcasts I’ve gotten hooked on Food, We Need to Talk. Also, Blood Ties and That Sounds Fun. Other Loves We’ve been buying our groceries through Imperfect Produce, which I’ve really liked. They have their imperfections, if you will, as a grocery delivery service. But overall we love the quality of the products and that they are reducing food waste. We got amazing feta because the label had a typo and delicious salmon because it was cut the wrong shape. The way food is wasted is so scary and buying from Imperfect Produce sort of feels like recycling - something small we can do to make a difference. I’ve also been ordering a lot of products on Thrive Market, which means I am rarely going to the grocery. It’s weird! :) I’m love, loving Thrive. It has been an incredible experience and allows us to get better prices for high-quality ingredients. A few of my favorite purchases have been: Sprouted Spelt Flour and Cacao Nibs, both of which I used to make these delicious cookies. I also got the chickpea “bread” crumbs, which I’m going to use to make spicy chicken tenders. After a lot of debate, we recently changed from the ScanPan to the Xtrema Ceramic Skillet. We got the ScanPan for our wedding and have absolutely loved it, but ever since having Mac, I’ve been nervous about it. They say their nonstick surface doesn’t leach below 600-degrees, but it was stressing me out. We LOVE the Xtrema! Something about ceramic makes me feel hardcore, too. Like running in a snowstorm. Anyway, those are some of the updates we’ve made around the house in the new year. I hope your 2020 is off to a wonderful, hopeful start! The week before Thanksgiving, we lost a third baby. Another positive pregnancy test, another beautiful due date, slipping through our finger tips. On the hard days, I’m tempted to say 2019 was a terrible year. I’m tempted to make it only about our miscarriages. I’m tempted to let these losses define all 365 days, leaving us limping into 2020. But I know better than that. And, for me, to label it only as a no-good-very-bad year, would feel like taking the ea

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