@@deny49676 It means that it is easier to play chess as a lady.Typically adam's apples are visibile only in men( making fun of him for implying that women can't play chess)
@@inessladia5747 it wouldn't make any difference , Beth Harmon uses it as an example to imply that the fact she is a woman( no Addam's apple) has nothing to do with her abilities as a chess player basically Addam's apple= male
i love how her eyeliner kinda defines her stages. when she started, there’s nothing, then in he second stage her eyeliner gets bolder, the there is her crazy stage, and then when she wins against Berghov (did i spell that right?) she got her wings.
@@cybpr8957 Also between masculinity and toxicity. Between medication and poison. Between passion and obsession. Between *anything* and its harmful exaggeration. We shouldn't treat feminity as a special case.
This catches the essence of Beth Harmon. This is such a remarkable edit. I loved that in this vid you focused on Beth rather than pairing her with the guys, because in the end the series isn't about the romance anyway, it's about her journey and her struggles to be the world champion. This is gold. My favorite part is when they ask how old she is and proceed to take back the question then cutting to "you're astounding" and then the 'having the best chess play of his life' against Beth by the former world champion. Coming from him, that's saying something. That was a good end. It heightens the true prowess of Beth. Thank you for this. ♡
You have an incredible sense of timing! This video is breaking the fourth wall and has an interactive feel. The "do I start now" at the beginning, turning up the volume when Beth turns it up on the TV, the way you mixed the show's sound with the song, layering the 'again's over the handshakes of victory. Just brilliant!!
I read the book back in the eighties and thought it superb...I was surprised they made it into a series over thirty years later but amazed at how good that series was. Respect to all involved.
Btw, can i ask you Clear Violet how many times did you watch and what was most fantastic for you here ? I must say i was fascinated by actor Isla Johnston (small Beth Harmon) ... She was perfect! Of course also Anya was fenomenal =)
Finally an edit with 7 rings and BETH ALONE. There are too many edits shipping Beth and Benny (don't get me wrong I love them too) but I want to see more edits dedicated to the iconic Beth Harmon. I love this sm!❤
dude, the lighter sound, glass clinking, even the word ‘fuck’ was so right on time, so satisfyingly on beat that i screamed every time lmfao thank you, queen, served us real well now make one for benny pls🥺
I think this is my favorite edit of all time. The way you just editted like when Beth was asked 'Draw?' twice she said no cause she knows she will win. And the bold her outfits are. Chiefs kiss. Besides, that 'again? ' with Benny and that 'how old again? ' is just stunning. I love you for making this
i love this!! my one problem with this show however is that it says that if youre good enough that sexism doesnt matter for you. It implies that if women were just the best then sexism would really affect them. Yes she struggles with it a little but it really doesnt affect her ability to win and compete much because she is "the best". In real life, it just simply wasnt possible and her being this good wouldnt have mattered in the 50s because she was a woman. However I do really enjoy the show and this is a complex issue.
@@emilys.467 I don’t know I found her and Townes relationship, weird? Like they meet when she’s 14/15, and he’s a full grown adult, and they already had weird sexual tension then. Throughout the series they had chances to be a couple, or for either to make a strong move, and again and again, their met with some conflict (Townes roommate walking in on them is a good example, especially with the implications, having his roommate make a point of being undressed in a scene and reminding him of their “dinner” that night). For gods sakes their chess players, they should know how to make a move. Whereas in contrast Benny and Beth’s relationship, despite starting off when she’s younger around 16/17, they started off solely as friends. It became clearer and clearer Benny wanted to help her (may that be platonically or romantically) helping her find a place to live, encouraging her to stop smoking/drinking, and even helping her at the end with the final match. All this to say I really don’t like Townes and her relationship, it just feels wrong?
That's what Anya Taylor Joy would want too if they filmed a second season but they aren't going to cuz it's a miniseries. (Yes, she said this she ships Beth and Benny too)
3 rules for chess 1. If queen dies your game isn't over don't resign think for a better move . 2. Never speak until checkmate because your opponent will make a mistake no matter how good 3. Move in silence make stupid moves like moving bishop to the left right wasting time of opponents gives you enough time .
In an alternate dimension where the laws of reality bend and twist like a vine, you find yourself sitting in a dimly lit classroom that smells faintly of chalk and desperation. The clock ticks rhythmically, echoing the heartbeat of anticipation as you prepare for the science test that could make or break your academic future. Your friend, Jamie, sits one row behind you, their eyes wide with panic, and you can almost feel the waves of anxiety radiating off them. "Hey, can I… can I cheat off you?" Jamie whispers, the words tumbling out in a rush, a desperate plea for salvation. You hesitate. Cheating is wrong, but the bond of friendship tugs at your conscience, and the weight of your own knowledge seems to urge you to comply. “Fine,” you mumble, sliding your test paper closer to the edge of your desk. As the teacher’s head turns, Jamie leans over, scribbling down answers like a frantic artist painting a masterpiece of mediocrity. Moments later, Jamie's hand shoots up, panic-stricken. "I forgot my pencil!" They whisper, eyes darting. With a sigh, you reach into your backpack and toss them a spare, the wooden shaft glinting under the fluorescent lights-a small act of rebellion. But the chaos doesn’t stop there. Jamie squints at the paper, frustration etching deeper lines into their forehead. “I can’t see! Can I borrow your glasses?” Without thinking, you slide your glasses off and hand them over, the frames warm from resting against your skin. Jamie puts them on, the world suddenly coming into focus, but now your vision blurs into a cocktail of indistinct shapes. You lean back, trying to concentrate with squinty eyes, but it’s not long before Jamie’s eyelids start to droop. “I didn’t sleep at all last night,” they confess, yawning dramatically. “Do you have anything to wake me up?” In a moment of reckless abandon, you pass over your steaming cup of coffee, the liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim. Jamie takes a sip, their expression shifting from exhaustion to a sudden jolt of caffeine-induced clarity. "Thanks! I think I can do this!" However, as the minutes tick away, something strange occurs. With every question Jamie copies from your paper, they seem to lose a bit of their own identity, as if your knowledge is siphoning into them, but not quite landing correctly. The answers they scribble down morph into bizarre hybrids of scientific terms and nonsensical phrases. “Photosynthesis is when the moon eats the sun,” they write, oblivious to the absurdity. The test ends, and the teacher collects the papers with a discerning eye. You watch as Jamie’s face shifts from hope to despair when the results are announced. “Jamie, you got a D-!” You exclaim, unable to hide your shock. “But I had your answers!” they protest, confusion flooding their features. With a sigh, you lean in closer. “You had my answers, but you also had my glasses, my coffee, and my attention. You were so busy trying to see, taste, and absorb that you forgot to actually think for yourself.” In this alternate dimension, the lesson was clear: sometimes, the best way to help a friend is to let them stumble through their own failures rather than handing them the answers on a silver platter-even if it means sacrificing your coffee for their caffeine fix. And so, you both leave the classroom, Jamie vowing to study harder next time, while you silently promise to keep your glasses and coffee for tests in the future.
