Live free or fly trying… Because the only thing more dramatic than the Middle Ages is hitting puberty during them. @bellaramsey is Catherine Called Birdy. Flapping to the big screen September 23, and @primevideo October 7 🕊 #CatherineCalledBirdyMovie
Here is your exclusive new look at @lenadunham’s CATHERINE CALLED BIRDY, which will make its World Premiere at #TIFF22.
Adapted for the screen by Dunham from Karen Cushman’s award-winning novel of the same name, the film follows the story of Lady Catherine (known as Birdy) in the Medieval English village of Stonebridge, whose imagination, defiance and deep belief in her own right to independence put her on a collision course with her parents looking to marry her off for money and land.
The heartfelt, clever and adventurous film stars @bellaramsey, @billiepiper, Andrew Scott, @joe.alwyn, and @isishainsworth.
Drop a 🕊️ below if we’ll be seeing you this September.
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#lenadunham #bellaramsey #billiepiper #andrewscott #joealwyn #catherinecalledbirdy
For someone who loves change, it’s easy to do too little of it. It’s easy to think it’s happening as you’re rattling from place to place, outfit to outfit, short bangs/long bangs/nose ring/no nose ring. A person who answers emails within moments/a person who says fuck it/a person who tells other people how healing isn’t linear and then holds themself to linear standards she can’t achieve without hurting herself.
In a world where so much feels urgent and out of our control, I can write radical transformation better than I can create it. Isn’t it funny how our greatest desires can feel the most abstract? Pushing toward a new version of yourself, maybe the person you always saw when you played “grown up” with friends at tea parties. My favorite game was always “college girls”- let’s play cool college girls who can make their own food, set their own bedtimes, walk down the street boldly at night. Little me didn’t know how far some of these simple adult goals would feel at times- making pasta? Fuck you, little me, are you taunting me? I’m eating crackers with olives smashed on them. Fuck you, current me, you deserve better than stale crackers. No, no you don’t. Why are you being so mean to yourself, Lena? Can you name one good reason besides that you heard someone else do it?
This summer I committed to listening to myself- nothing more and nothing less- not trying to erase the noise with new new new/more more more/green hair/blonde hair/anklet/no anklet/nicotine/no nicotine/nicotine again. I didn’t always like what I heard, but I let it live because that was the commitment I made to myself. And it’s been a small shift, a quiet shift, but a deep one.
The other day I told my mother I had said no to someone- a simple no, a silly no, but she could hear my voice, assured and calm, like a cool college girl. And she looked at me- sweaty nightgown, obsessively wailing on my laptop like I have since I was 15- and she said “you’re growing up so fast.”
She meant it. I believed it. Summer is almost over. I can’t wait to tell the kids at school what I did.
For someone who loves change, it’s easy to do too little of it. It’s easy to think it’s happening as you’re rattling from place to place, outfit to outfit, short bangs/long bangs/nose ring/no nose ring. A person who answers emails within moments/a person who says fuck it/a person who tells other people how healing isn’t linear and then holds themself to linear standards she can’t achieve without hurting herself.
In a world where so much feels urgent and out of our control, I can write radical transformation better than I can create it. Isn’t it funny how our greatest desires can feel the most abstract? Pushing toward a new version of yourself, maybe the person you always saw when you played “grown up” with friends at tea parties. My favorite game was always “college girls”- let’s play cool college girls who can make their own food, set their own bedtimes, walk down the street boldly at night. Little me didn’t know how far some of these simple adult goals would feel at times- making pasta? Fuck you, little me, are you taunting me? I’m eating crackers with olives smashed on them. Fuck you, current me, you deserve better than stale crackers. No, no you don’t. Why are you being so mean to yourself, Lena? Can you name one good reason besides that you heard someone else do it?
This summer I committed to listening to myself- nothing more and nothing less- not trying to erase the noise with new new new/more more more/green hair/blonde hair/anklet/no anklet/nicotine/no nicotine/nicotine again. I didn’t always like what I heard, but I let it live because that was the commitment I made to myself. And it’s been a small shift, a quiet shift, but a deep one.
The other day I told my mother I had said no to someone- a simple no, a silly no, but she could hear my voice, assured and calm, like a cool college girl. And she looked at me- sweaty nightgown, obsessively wailing on my laptop like I have since I was 15- and she said “you’re growing up so fast.”
She meant it. I believed it. Summer is almost over. I can’t wait to tell the kids at school what I did.
For someone who loves change, it’s easy to do too little of it. It’s easy to think it’s happening as you’re rattling from place to place, outfit to outfit, short bangs/long bangs/nose ring/no nose ring. A person who answers emails within moments/a person who says fuck it/a person who tells other people how healing isn’t linear and then holds themself to linear standards she can’t achieve without hurting herself.
In a world where so much feels urgent and out of our control, I can write radical transformation better than I can create it. Isn’t it funny how our greatest desires can feel the most abstract? Pushing toward a new version of yourself, maybe the person you always saw when you played “grown up” with friends at tea parties. My favorite game was always “college girls”- let’s play cool college girls who can make their own food, set their own bedtimes, walk down the street boldly at night. Little me didn’t know how far some of these simple adult goals would feel at times- making pasta? Fuck you, little me, are you taunting me? I’m eating crackers with olives smashed on them. Fuck you, current me, you deserve better than stale crackers. No, no you don’t. Why are you being so mean to yourself, Lena? Can you name one good reason besides that you heard someone else do it?
This summer I committed to listening to myself- nothing more and nothing less- not trying to erase the noise with new new new/more more more/green hair/blonde hair/anklet/no anklet/nicotine/no nicotine/nicotine again. I didn’t always like what I heard, but I let it live because that was the commitment I made to myself. And it’s been a small shift, a quiet shift, but a deep one.
The other day I told my mother I had said no to someone- a simple no, a silly no, but she could hear my voice, assured and calm, like a cool college girl. And she looked at me- sweaty nightgown, obsessively wailing on my laptop like I have since I was 15- and she said “you’re growing up so fast.”
She meant it. I believed it. Summer is almost over. I can’t wait to tell the kids at school what I did.
For someone who loves change, it’s easy to do too little of it. It’s easy to think it’s happening as you’re rattling from place to place, outfit to outfit, short bangs/long bangs/nose ring/no nose ring. A person who answers emails within moments/a person who says fuck it/a person who tells other people how healing isn’t linear and then holds themself to linear standards she can’t achieve without hurting herself.
In a world where so much feels urgent and out of our control, I can write radical transformation better than I can create it. Isn’t it funny how our greatest desires can feel the most abstract? Pushing toward a new version of yourself, maybe the person you always saw when you played “grown up” with friends at tea parties. My favorite game was always “college girls”- let’s play cool college girls who can make their own food, set their own bedtimes, walk down the street boldly at night. Little me didn’t know how far some of these simple adult goals would feel at times- making pasta? Fuck you, little me, are you taunting me? I’m eating crackers with olives smashed on them. Fuck you, current me, you deserve better than stale crackers. No, no you don’t. Why are you being so mean to yourself, Lena? Can you name one good reason besides that you heard someone else do it?
This summer I committed to listening to myself- nothing more and nothing less- not trying to erase the noise with new new new/more more more/green hair/blonde hair/anklet/no anklet/nicotine/no nicotine/nicotine again. I didn’t always like what I heard, but I let it live because that was the commitment I made to myself. And it’s been a small shift, a quiet shift, but a deep one.
The other day I told my mother I had said no to someone- a simple no, a silly no, but she could hear my voice, assured and calm, like a cool college girl. And she looked at me- sweaty nightgown, obsessively wailing on my laptop like I have since I was 15- and she said “you’re growing up so fast.”
She meant it. I believed it. Summer is almost over. I can’t wait to tell the kids at school what I did.
For someone who loves change, it’s easy to do too little of it. It’s easy to think it’s happening as you’re rattling from place to place, outfit to outfit, short bangs/long bangs/nose ring/no nose ring. A person who answers emails within moments/a person who says fuck it/a person who tells other people how healing isn’t linear and then holds themself to linear standards she can’t achieve without hurting herself.
In a world where so much feels urgent and out of our control, I can write radical transformation better than I can create it. Isn’t it funny how our greatest desires can feel the most abstract? Pushing toward a new version of yourself, maybe the person you always saw when you played “grown up” with friends at tea parties. My favorite game was always “college girls”- let’s play cool college girls who can make their own food, set their own bedtimes, walk down the street boldly at night. Little me didn’t know how far some of these simple adult goals would feel at times- making pasta? Fuck you, little me, are you taunting me? I’m eating crackers with olives smashed on them. Fuck you, current me, you deserve better than stale crackers. No, no you don’t. Why are you being so mean to yourself, Lena? Can you name one good reason besides that you heard someone else do it?
This summer I committed to listening to myself- nothing more and nothing less- not trying to erase the noise with new new new/more more more/green hair/blonde hair/anklet/no anklet/nicotine/no nicotine/nicotine again. I didn’t always like what I heard, but I let it live because that was the commitment I made to myself. And it’s been a small shift, a quiet shift, but a deep one.
The other day I told my mother I had said no to someone- a simple no, a silly no, but she could hear my voice, assured and calm, like a cool college girl. And she looked at me- sweaty nightgown, obsessively wailing on my laptop like I have since I was 15- and she said “you’re growing up so fast.”
She meant it. I believed it. Summer is almost over. I can’t wait to tell the kids at school what I did.
For someone who loves change, it’s easy to do too little of it. It’s easy to think it’s happening as you’re rattling from place to place, outfit to outfit, short bangs/long bangs/nose ring/no nose ring. A person who answers emails within moments/a person who says fuck it/a person who tells other people how healing isn’t linear and then holds themself to linear standards she can’t achieve without hurting herself.
In a world where so much feels urgent and out of our control, I can write radical transformation better than I can create it. Isn’t it funny how our greatest desires can feel the most abstract? Pushing toward a new version of yourself, maybe the person you always saw when you played “grown up” with friends at tea parties. My favorite game was always “college girls”- let’s play cool college girls who can make their own food, set their own bedtimes, walk down the street boldly at night. Little me didn’t know how far some of these simple adult goals would feel at times- making pasta? Fuck you, little me, are you taunting me? I’m eating crackers with olives smashed on them. Fuck you, current me, you deserve better than stale crackers. No, no you don’t. Why are you being so mean to yourself, Lena? Can you name one good reason besides that you heard someone else do it?
This summer I committed to listening to myself- nothing more and nothing less- not trying to erase the noise with new new new/more more more/green hair/blonde hair/anklet/no anklet/nicotine/no nicotine/nicotine again. I didn’t always like what I heard, but I let it live because that was the commitment I made to myself. And it’s been a small shift, a quiet shift, but a deep one.
The other day I told my mother I had said no to someone- a simple no, a silly no, but she could hear my voice, assured and calm, like a cool college girl. And she looked at me- sweaty nightgown, obsessively wailing on my laptop like I have since I was 15- and she said “you’re growing up so fast.”
She meant it. I believed it. Summer is almost over. I can’t wait to tell the kids at school what I did.
I don’t love summer. I don’t love the outdoors. I don’t love gatherings or sunlight or the beach. Not partial to long walks, fast cars or babbling brooks. But I really really love being alive.
Chatted to Gen Z’s Terry Gross aka the genius @samfragoso and it went places I could never have expected but probably always wanted. As a @talkeasypod fan it was a thrill to occupy the chair. Listen wherever you podcast
Sometimes you need a little jolt to remember why you do what you do, love what you love, are who you are. As much as I’ve enjoyed some quiet years writing in the sanctity of my bedroom (and bathroom, and kitchen, and bedroom again) and some sacred months on movie sets, I forgot that seeing your work with an audience- in the dark, that popcorn ambience, that “we come to this place for magic” energy to quote the poet Nicole Kidman- is the thrill to trump them all. To everyone who came out this week and watched Sharp Stick- thank you for your thought provoking questions, your joy inducing presence, even your critiques! I love making movies and I love that even now people actually watch them. I love this cast, I love this crew (shout out to my set soulmate/ultimate female gaze @miss_ashcon) We’re expanding to *many* more locations this week- come get weird with us. #SharpStick
Sometimes you need a little jolt to remember why you do what you do, love what you love, are who you are. As much as I’ve enjoyed some quiet years writing in the sanctity of my bedroom (and bathroom, and kitchen, and bedroom again) and some sacred months on movie sets, I forgot that seeing your work with an audience- in the dark, that popcorn ambience, that “we come to this place for magic” energy to quote the poet Nicole Kidman- is the thrill to trump them all. To everyone who came out this week and watched Sharp Stick- thank you for your thought provoking questions, your joy inducing presence, even your critiques! I love making movies and I love that even now people actually watch them. I love this cast, I love this crew (shout out to my set soulmate/ultimate female gaze @miss_ashcon) We’re expanding to *many* more locations this week- come get weird with us. #SharpStick
Sometimes you need a little jolt to remember why you do what you do, love what you love, are who you are. As much as I’ve enjoyed some quiet years writing in the sanctity of my bedroom (and bathroom, and kitchen, and bedroom again) and some sacred months on movie sets, I forgot that seeing your work with an audience- in the dark, that popcorn ambience, that “we come to this place for magic” energy to quote the poet Nicole Kidman- is the thrill to trump them all. To everyone who came out this week and watched Sharp Stick- thank you for your thought provoking questions, your joy inducing presence, even your critiques! I love making movies and I love that even now people actually watch them. I love this cast, I love this crew (shout out to my set soulmate/ultimate female gaze @miss_ashcon) We’re expanding to *many* more locations this week- come get weird with us. #SharpStick
Sometimes you need a little jolt to remember why you do what you do, love what you love, are who you are. As much as I’ve enjoyed some quiet years writing in the sanctity of my bedroom (and bathroom, and kitchen, and bedroom again) and some sacred months on movie sets, I forgot that seeing your work with an audience- in the dark, that popcorn ambience, that “we come to this place for magic” energy to quote the poet Nicole Kidman- is the thrill to trump them all. To everyone who came out this week and watched Sharp Stick- thank you for your thought provoking questions, your joy inducing presence, even your critiques! I love making movies and I love that even now people actually watch them. I love this cast, I love this crew (shout out to my set soulmate/ultimate female gaze @miss_ashcon) We’re expanding to *many* more locations this week- come get weird with us. #SharpStick
Sometimes you need a little jolt to remember why you do what you do, love what you love, are who you are. As much as I’ve enjoyed some quiet years writing in the sanctity of my bedroom (and bathroom, and kitchen, and bedroom again) and some sacred months on movie sets, I forgot that seeing your work with an audience- in the dark, that popcorn ambience, that “we come to this place for magic” energy to quote the poet Nicole Kidman- is the thrill to trump them all. To everyone who came out this week and watched Sharp Stick- thank you for your thought provoking questions, your joy inducing presence, even your critiques! I love making movies and I love that even now people actually watch them. I love this cast, I love this crew (shout out to my set soulmate/ultimate female gaze @miss_ashcon) We’re expanding to *many* more locations this week- come get weird with us. #SharpStick
Sometimes you need a little jolt to remember why you do what you do, love what you love, are who you are. As much as I’ve enjoyed some quiet years writing in the sanctity of my bedroom (and bathroom, and kitchen, and bedroom again) and some sacred months on movie sets, I forgot that seeing your work with an audience- in the dark, that popcorn ambience, that “we come to this place for magic” energy to quote the poet Nicole Kidman- is the thrill to trump them all. To everyone who came out this week and watched Sharp Stick- thank you for your thought provoking questions, your joy inducing presence, even your critiques! I love making movies and I love that even now people actually watch them. I love this cast, I love this crew (shout out to my set soulmate/ultimate female gaze @miss_ashcon) We’re expanding to *many* more locations this week- come get weird with us. #SharpStick
Sometimes you need a little jolt to remember why you do what you do, love what you love, are who you are. As much as I’ve enjoyed some quiet years writing in the sanctity of my bedroom (and bathroom, and kitchen, and bedroom again) and some sacred months on movie sets, I forgot that seeing your work with an audience- in the dark, that popcorn ambience, that “we come to this place for magic” energy to quote the poet Nicole Kidman- is the thrill to trump them all. To everyone who came out this week and watched Sharp Stick- thank you for your thought provoking questions, your joy inducing presence, even your critiques! I love making movies and I love that even now people actually watch them. I love this cast, I love this crew (shout out to my set soulmate/ultimate female gaze @miss_ashcon) We’re expanding to *many* more locations this week- come get weird with us. #SharpStick
Sometimes you need a little jolt to remember why you do what you do, love what you love, are who you are. As much as I’ve enjoyed some quiet years writing in the sanctity of my bedroom (and bathroom, and kitchen, and bedroom again) and some sacred months on movie sets, I forgot that seeing your work with an audience- in the dark, that popcorn ambience, that “we come to this place for magic” energy to quote the poet Nicole Kidman- is the thrill to trump them all. To everyone who came out this week and watched Sharp Stick- thank you for your thought provoking questions, your joy inducing presence, even your critiques! I love making movies and I love that even now people actually watch them. I love this cast, I love this crew (shout out to my set soulmate/ultimate female gaze @miss_ashcon) We’re expanding to *many* more locations this week- come get weird with us. #SharpStick
I love going to the movies- and I love when you come see my movie. Enjoy the luminous @kristine_froseth our king @jonnybernthal my guru/soul elevator @taylour and Jennifer Jason Leigh who is too iconic for Instagram plus many more on the big screen…
I love going to the movies- and I love when you come see my movie. Enjoy the luminous @kristine_froseth our king @jonnybernthal my guru/soul elevator @taylour and Jennifer Jason Leigh who is too iconic for Instagram plus many more on the big screen…
Get into bed with #SharpStick, now playing in NYC + LA! Expanding across the nation starting next Friday! Thrilled to bits that you’ll get to see this cast in action and enter their twisty/ed fairytale. Find your perfect showtime: sharpstickmovie.com Now Playing
We Sharp Stick together like…
#SharpStick premieres this weekend in NYC and LA! Link in bio for tickets and show times 🎥
dress: @factory.newyork @paulburgo
makeup: @mollygreenwald
hair: @brianfisherhair
📸 @julieeelogan Brain Dead Studios
We Sharp Stick together like…
#SharpStick premieres this weekend in NYC and LA! Link in bio for tickets and show times 🎥
dress: @factory.newyork @paulburgo
makeup: @mollygreenwald
hair: @brianfisherhair
📸 @julieeelogan Brain Dead Studios
Every one of these faces turns my heart into confetti- cannot wait for you to learn the stories behind their eyes in #SharpStick.
Join us for a screening and Q+A on Friday 7/29, moderated by @jerrysaltz at @quadcinema in NYC – we’ll be giving away tickets to one unsuspecting person! To enter the giveaway, comment below with the name of your favorite film watching partner, and make sure you’re following @goodthinggoingprods 🎥🍿 Quad Cinema
