Handmaiden Puns

And then my save overwrote..

We did the second training and I used a lightsaber. Ended up merking her and was able to loot her robes. She then disappeared from the wheel..is this a glitch? Is it because i used the lightsaber?

Recently got into Korean entertainment because of My Mister. I ventured out to the movie department and discovered Park Chan-wook's stuff. Fucking amazing. But If I had to exclude these two movies, I'll probably go for JSA. The shot where blood, is dripping from the ceiling bulb after the gunfight always sends shivers down my spine. Love his cinematography.

If Kreia is Arren Kae, which the evidence quite strongly suggests, and Handmaiden/Brianna is the result of her union with Yusannis, then why does Kreia seem to hate her so much? Not merely because she is attached to Atris surely? Does she perhaps blame Handmaiden for her being expelled from the order? Kreia says she was exiled because it was her teachings that "corrupted" Revan, but she also says that Arren Kae (referring to herself in the third person? Kreia is not her first name) was banished because of the child she had with Yusannis. Theres definitely more to the story here I just haven't put the pieces together yet.

Anyone know if they fixed this glitch for iOS version? I can't get the option to ask her to put some clothes on to pop back up after the first time. Side note I am using the restored content mod.

On a Rare Candy podcast I heard a guest say that what we are seeing now is an "unholy alliance between the woke left, pharma, tech, defense, and finance." I have been thinking lately about how the woke constantly want to re-litigate the past with things like the 1619 Project and tearing down statues of historical figures and renaming schools and YET, they offer ZERO commentary on these "futuristic" developments that are in the process of implementation at this very moment:

digital IDs (tech)

digital currency (finance)

vaccine passports (pharma)

countries turning into virtual police states (defense)

I notice also how the woke never seem to discuss improving schools in poor/minority areas, but instead discuss lowering standards for everyone. A less educated populace would of course be far easier to control.

We must fully shake off these handmaidens to global capitalist dystopia. Do not engage. Do not give them traction. Treat them like Scientologists. Let them have their own pseudo-religion, with their own Scientologist texts (works by Kendi). Leave them alone to fight amongst themselves. Never vote them on to school boards! Leave organizations where they are prominent.

We need to face what is really going down NOW. They are useful idiots and distractions.

What I really love about these movies is the way you see the same sort of events from different perspectives, in ways that reveal more about the characters or what's happening. Obviously the Handmaiden is more of a twisty thriller and The Last Duel is a character drama, but they've got those similar aspects which I enjoyed.

So yeah, does anyone know movies which make use of events revisited in different contexts, multiple perspectives,. Etc. Something like Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy which keeps coming back to the Christmas party. It doesn't need to be the whole narrative, even just small aspects of a movie.

And how is it that nobody was aware of her real name?

Made a fanart of Kerillian as her Sister of the Thorn class for the art contest!

(Will make a video edit of the process a bit later)

When I was probably like 10 I read a book about a handmaiden and a princess that got trapped in a tower, and the princess was too scared to talk to the soldiers(?) outside of it. The handmaiden talked for the princess & she fell in love with one of the soldiers but he thought it was the princess. It had some dialogue about handmaidens family and I remember it talked about pallet beds. The cover was orange/yellow and had a girl with long black hair on it, I think she was angled away from the camera but I don't know for sure. I cannot for the life of me remember any extra details or the end. I just want to re-read it. Thank you in advance!

Hey guys! Relatively new player here. I mainly play Markus (Simping for The Lady all day)but Since he's around 35 I wanted to branch out and try out Kerellian. Digging Waystalker,Shade isnt for me right now,but I have been enjoying the skirmishing style of Handmaiden. The problem is I get dumpstered often in hordes. I was using the spear, went over to sword and dagger,but after constant dirt eating I have decided to go back to spear. I was wondering if anyone can offer tips on Handmaiden's general playstyle so I can know what to look for when I play. She seems really fun and I am loving the dash in, shit on an elite, dash out style but I feel like I am missing something. Tips would be appreicated as well as reccomended beginner builds. currently level 21 and I play on Champion. (and constantly eat dirt.) Thanks!

P.S. I hope the game doesn die before we see the new specs for Saltz and Sienna

edit:thanks a lot fir all tge tips! i'll look into getting the dlc weapons because it seems shield and spear is highly rated. Until then i'll try these tips out!

The last thing I remember was skidding out of control on an icy overpass. I spun into whiplash and smashed into the median. I came to inside of a house. I deduced by lack of noise that the house was out of the way of any city's or towns. A sour, stale smelling vacancy with the taste of a hundred cold and hot seasons not touched with a wet rag since the occupation of the last family. Pathogens. The prosaic, blank walls bubbled and chipped, pumping with black mold adrenaline branching out in a network of veins. The old paint was coarse and unbecoming. The incoming sunlight painting a frowning image of Jesus on the wall.

I sat up to go downstairs when I found my right hand and left ankle bound to the bed with iron cuffs. I found myself dressed in thin, white pajamas. "HELLO???? ANYBODY???? HELLOOOOOO!!!!!". Distant thuds across the floor downstairs, which sounded wooden by the way it groaned and creaked with each step. I tried pulling once more, and that's when the sickening feeling slithered up inside of me. The snake advances into my abdominal cavity, and coils itself, bedding down warmly in it's new slimy, rubbery domecile. And then I begin falling inside as blurry dreams give way to reality.

I was driving through West Virginia, and I must still be in West Virginia...chained in a crummy, empty house. How many times have the assailants used this house? I'm Grace Budd, soon to be murdered brutally by Albert Fish. At any moment he's going to jump out of the closet nude, body skeletal with patches of grey seed growth. An ancient rock by the creek bed, paunchy and pulsating with moss. Skin old, dry and fractured. He'll strangle the life out of me and bake me in the oven, if there is one. Albert, are you there???

I pulled and ripped at whatever the chains were attached to. Futile. I pulled screaming and thrashing harder now. A bird on the sill staring at me intently, perhaps for the first time ever in this place. It crows, sputtering to shrill, evil laughter to his friends, as they reciprocate from different places across the woods. Bird's eye view. Precarious. Vicarious. If I were he, I'd not want to watch the rest of the film. The room empty and shadeless. No blinds or curtains, floor dark mahogany. The bed springs vibrating and squealing with sharp hisses everytime I moved. Snakes in a mattress.

The hollow clatter of of a shutting door, the clip - clopping of leather high heels, designed of a hastily slaughtered, una

Up there with the greatest movies I've ever watched and after watching Oldboy, Parasite, Memories of Murder and the likes, this is right there beside them in the best movies ever.

The music, the casting, the writing, all of it is perfect. Along with the emotions ranging from angry, sad, happy, humorous and so many more.

If you're seeing this post and you've never watched it before hopefully this pushes you to finally watch it. Thanks to everyone always recommending it on here I finally got the pleasure of watching it.

I hope this thread encourages people to list other Korean movies they adore and hopefully we can watch some movies we'd otherwise be unfamiliar with.

144 min or 168 min?

The wasps lumbered sluggishly from inside their papery whipped kingdom hanging just over the headboard, yawning through their microscopic maws and perched around in circles like the head of a screw under a magnifying glass. Perfect spirals as is the incorrigibly magnificent sequencing of nature. Even the bucktoothed vagabonds devilishly gazing upon my body like a leg of lamb to be devoured formed a near perfect three - quarter circle. And the women. I could taste the gasoline. Perhaps even perceive a sense far greater than any human being is capable of describing.

The stale smell of old drywall. The bitter, aromatic redolence of dust and microbial - laden wood floor tinged just a tweak with saccharine. Something deeper. My legs and arms bucked in a single ragged twitch, and all of those flavors, most specifically the petrichor of dampened grass swirled and mated with the stale and sweetness, and permeated the coiled ball in my stomach, branching out toward my limbs. All in one harsh motion unprovoked, the snake had awoken too. Fear beyond sentient comprehension, unequivocal. I was blurry, slipping in and out. The wasps cheered for me. For ME.

But as they began pushing one man forward, whipping off his hat and smothering his comb - over like a vexatious uncle seen once a year, but whom insists we see each other more, my eyes could only follow the fabric. The plain white, yellow - soaked linen serendipitously running in a perfect line from directly under my bottom and out of my "part", almost as if I'd been reduced to a schematic etching for a condo, a flashing pink sign pointed up into me reading "Enter Here". A blueprint of Sarah. Her. Sarah.

The man was awful, just awful. His mouth hung down like an opened mailbox and his eyes bulged enthusiastically as if he'd never seen a woman in her "natural" state. I gazed upward, averse to the thick - tongued slurring, and silently, and very politely, begged the wasps to attack. To whiz and whip 'round the room injecting stingers into their eyes. I wanted to see the men flail and scream. Or maybe I wanted the wasps to sting me. To death, perhaps. No. I'm certain. I was. I was certain, in the moment.

The room had begun smelling like a swamp with trickles of sugar. A morose concoction of unintentional bodily excretion through a trillion little holes, never once wetted or wiped, sugar, and a rusty amalgam of every rickety mechanic shop soaked in oil and burning with flaming saw