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TELL THE STORY OF LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD
Connecteurs logiques : as a result / because of that / so / however / nevertheless / yet / on the other hand / etc.
Connecteurs temporels : once upon a time / first / then / after that / later / finally / on the stroke of midnight / and they lived happily ever after / etc.

Once upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by everyone who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child. Once she gave her a little cap of red velvet, which suited her so well that she would never wear anything else; so she was always called ‘Little Red-Cap.’

One day her mother said to her: ‘Come, Little Red-Cap, here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine; take them to your grandmother, she is ill and weak, and they will do her good. Set out before it gets hot, and when you are going, walk nicely and quietly and do not run off the path, or you may fall and break the bottle, and then your grandmother will get nothing; and when you go into her room, don’t forget to say, “Good morning”, and don’t peep into every corner before you do it.’

‘I will take great care,’ said Little Red-Cap to her mother, and gave her hand on it.

The grandmother lived out in the wood, half a league from the village, and just as Little Red-Cap entered the wood, a wolf met her. Red-Cap did not know what a wicked creature he was, and was not at all afraid of him.

‘Good day, Little Red-Cap,’ said he.

‘Thank you kindly, wolf.’

‘Whither away so early, Little Red-Cap?’

‘To my grandmother’s.’

‘What have you got in your apron?’

‘Cake and wine; yesterday was baking-day, so poor sick grandmother is to have something good, to make her stronger.’

‘Where does your grandmother live, Little Red-Cap?’

‘A good quarter of a league farther on in the wood; her house stands under the three large oak-trees, the nut-trees are just below; you surely must know it,’ replied Little Red-Cap.

The wolf thought to himself: ‘What a tender young creature! what a nice plump mouthful—she will be better to eat than the old woman. I must act craftily, so as to catch both.’ So he walked for a short time by the side of Little Red-Cap, and then he said: ‘See, Little Red-Cap, how pretty the flowers are about here—why do you not look round? I believe, too, that you do not hear how sweetly the little birds are singing; you walk gravely along as if you were going to school, while everything else out here in the wood is merry.’

Little Red-Cap raised her eyes, and when she saw the sunbeams dancing here and there through the trees, and pretty flowers growing everywhere, she thought: ‘Suppose I take grandmother a fresh nosegay; that would please her too. It is so early in the day that I shall still get there in good time’; and so she ran from the path into the wood to look for flowers. And whenever she had picked one, she fancied that she saw a still prettier one farther on, and ran after it, and so got deeper and deeper into the wood.

Meanwhile the wolf ran straight to the grandmother’s house and knocked at the door.

‘Who is there?’

‘Little Red-Cap,’ replied the wolf. ‘She is bringing cake and wine; open the door.’

‘Lift the latch,’ called out the grandmother, ‘I am too weak, and cannot get up.’

The wolf lifted the latch, the door sprang open, and without saying a word he went straight to the grandmother’s bed, and devoured her. Then he put on her clothes, dressed himself in her cap laid himself in bed and drew the curtains.

Little Red-Cap, however, had been running about picking flowers, and when she had gathered so many that she could carry no more, she remembered her grandmother, and set out on the way to her.

She was surprised to find the cottage-door standing open, and when she went into the room, she had such a strange feeling that she said to herself: ‘Oh dear! how uneasy I feel today, and at other times I like being with grandmother so much.’ She called out: ‘Good morning,’ but received no answer; so she went to the bed and drew back the curtains. There lay her grandmother with her cap pulled far over her face, and looking very strange.

‘Oh! grandmother,’ she said, ‘what big ears you have!’

‘The better to hear you with, my child,’ was the reply.

‘But, grandmother, what big eyes you have!’ she said.

‘The better to see you with, my dear.’

‘But, grandmother, what large hands you have!’

‘The better to hug you with.’

‘Oh! but, grandmother, what a terrible big mouth you have!’

‘The better to eat you with!’

And scarcely had the wolf said this, than with one bound he was out of bed and swallowed up Red-Cap.

When the wolf had appeased his appetite, he lay down again in the bed, fell asleep and began to snore very loud. The huntsman was just passing the house, and thought to himself: ‘How the old woman is snoring! I must just see if she wants anything.’ So he went into the room, and when he came to the bed, he saw that the wolf was lying in it. ‘Do I find you here, you old sinner!’ said he. ‘I have long sought you!’ Then just as he was going to fire at him, it occurred to him that the wolf might have devoured the grandmother, and that she might still be saved, so he did not fire, but took a pair of scissors, and began to cut open the stomach of the sleeping wolf. When he had made two snips, he saw the little Red-Cap shining, and then he made two snips more, and the little girl sprang out, crying: ‘Ah, how frightened I have been! How dark it was inside the wolf’; and after that the aged grandmother came out alive also, but scarcely able to breathe. Red-Cap, however, quickly fetched great stones with which they filled the wolf’s belly, and when he awoke, he wanted to run away, but the stones were so heavy that he collapsed at once, and fell dead.

Then all three were delighted. The huntsman drew off the wolf’s skin and went home with it; the grandmother ate the cake and drank the wine which Red-Cap had brought, and revived, but Red-Cap thought to herself: ‘As long as I live, I will never by myself leave the path, to run into the wood, when my mother has forbidden me to do so.’

It also related that once when Red-Cap was again taking cakes to the old grandmother, another wolf spoke to her, and tried to entice her from the path. Red-Cap, however, was on her guard, and went straight forward on her way, and told her grandmother that she had met the wolf, and that he had said ‘good morning’ to her, but with such a wicked look in his eyes, that if they had not been on the public road she was certain he would have eaten her up. ‘Well,’ said the grandmother, ‘we will shut the door, that he may not come in.’ Soon afterwards the wolf knocked, and cried: ‘Open the door, grandmother, I am Little Red-Cap, and am bringing you some cakes.’ But they did not speak, or open the door, so the grey-beard stole twice or thrice round the house, and at last jumped on the roof, intending to wait until Red-Cap went home in the evening, and then to steal after her and devour her in the darkness. But the grandmother saw what was in his thoughts. In front of the house was a great stone trough, so she said to the child: ‘Take the pail, Red-Cap; I made some sausages yesterday, so carry the water in which I boiled them to the trough.’ Red-Cap carried until the great trough was quite full. Then the smell of the sausages reached the wolf, and he sniffed and peeped down, and at last stretched out his neck so far that he could no longer keep his footing and began to slip, and slipped down from the roof straight into the great trough, and was drowned. But Red-Cap went joyously home, and no one ever did anything to harm her again.

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Once upon a time there was a sweet little girl. Everyone who saw her liked her, but most of all her grandmother, who did not know what to give the child next. Once she gave her a little cap made of red velvet. Because it suited her so well, and she wanted to wear it all the time, she came to be known as Little Red Cap.

One day her mother said to her, "Come Little Red Cap. Here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine. Take them to your grandmother. She is sick and weak, and they will do her well. Mind your manners and give her my greetings. Behave yourself on the way, and do not leave the path, or you might fall down and break the glass, and then there will be nothing for your grandmother. And when you enter her parlor, don't forget to say 'Good morning,' and don't peer into all the corners first."

"I'll do everything just right," said Little Red Cap, shaking her mother's hand.

The grandmother lived out in the woods, a half hour from the village. When Little Red Cap entered the woods a wolf came up to her. She did not know what a wicked animal he was, and was not afraid of him.

"Good day to you, Little Red Cap."

"Thank you, wolf."

"Where are you going so early, Little Red Cap?"

"To grandmother's."

"And what are you carrying under your apron?"

"Grandmother is sick and weak, and I am taking her some cake and wine. We baked yesterday, and they should be good for her and give her strength."

"Little Red Cap, just where does your grandmother live?"

"Her house is good quarter hour from here in the woods, under the three large oak trees. There's a hedge of hazel bushes there. You must know the place," said Little Red Cap.

The wolf thought to himself, "Now that sweet young thing is a tasty bite for me. She will taste even better than the old woman. You must be sly, and you can catch them both."

He walked along a little while with Little Red Cap, then he said, "Little Red Cap, just look at the beautiful flowers that are all around us. Why don't you go and take a look? And I don't believe you can hear how beautifully the birds are singing. You are walking along as though you were on your way to school. It is very beautiful in the woods."

Little Red Cap opened her eyes and when she saw the sunbeams dancing to and fro through the trees and how the ground was covered with beautiful flowers, she thought, "If a take a fresh bouquet to grandmother, she will be very pleased. Anyway, it is still early, and I'll be home on time." And she ran off the path into the woods looking for flowers. Each time she picked one she thought that she could see an even more beautiful one a little way off, and she ran after it, going further and further into the woods. But the wolf ran straight to the grandmother's house and knocked on the door.

"Who's there?"

"Little Red Cap. I'm bringing you some cake and wine. Open the door."

"Just press the latch," called out the grandmother. "I'm too weak to get up."

The wolf pressed the latch, and the door opened. He stepped inside, went straight to the grandmother's bed, and ate her up. Then he put on her clothes, put her cap on his head, got into her bed, and pulled the curtains shut.

Little Red Cap had run after the flowers. After she had gathered so many that she could not carry any more, she remembered her grandmother, and then continued on her way to her house. She found, to her surprise, that the door was open. She walked into the parlor, and everything looked so strange that she thought, "Oh, my God, why am I so afraid? I usually like it at grandmother's."

She called out, "Good morning!" but received no answer.

Then she went to the bed and pulled back the curtains. Grandmother was lying there with her cap pulled down over her face and looking very strange.

"Oh, grandmother, what big ears you have!"

"All the better to hear you with."

"Oh, grandmother, what big eyes you have!"

"All the better to see you with."

"Oh, grandmother, what big hands you have!"

"All the better to grab you with!"

"Oh, grandmother, what a horribly big mouth you have!"

"All the better to eat you with!"

The wolf had scarcely finished speaking when he jumped from the bed with a single leap and ate up poor Little Red Cap. As soon as the wolf had satisfied his desires, he climbed back into bed, fell asleep, and began to snore very loudly.

A huntsman was just passing by. He thought, "The old woman is snoring so loudly. You had better see if something is wrong with her."

He stepped into the parlor, and when he approached the bed, he saw the wolf lying there. "So here I find you, you old sinner," he said. "I have been hunting for you a long time."

He was about to aim his rifle when it occurred to him that the wolf might have eaten the grandmother, and that she still might be rescued. So instead of shooting, he took a pair of scissors and began to cut open the wolf's belly. After a few cuts he saw the red cap shining through., and after a few more cuts the girl jumped out, crying, "Oh, I was so frightened! It was so dark inside the wolf's body!"

And then the grandmother came out as well, alive but hardly able to breathe. Then Little Red Cap fetched some large stones. She filled the wolf's body with them, and when he woke up and tried to run away, the stones were so heavy that he immediately fell down dead.

The three of them were happy. The huntsman skinned the wolf and went home with the pelt. The grandmother ate the cake and drank the wine that Little Red Cap had brought. And Little Red Cap thought, "As long as I live, I will never leave the path and run off into the woods by myself if mother tells me not to."

They also tell how Little Red Cap was taking some baked things to her grandmother another time, when another wolf spoke to her and wanted her to leave the path. But Little Red Cap took care and went straight to grandmother's. She told her that she had seen the wolf, and that he had wished her a good day, but had stared at her in a wicked manner. "If we hadn't been on a public road, he would have eaten me up," she said.

"Come," said the grandmother. "Let's lock the door, so he can't get in."

Soon afterward the wolf knocked on the door and called out, "Open up, grandmother. It's Little Red Cap, and I'm bringing you some baked things."

They remained silent, and did not open the door. Gray-Head crept around the house several times, and finally jumped onto the roof. He wanted to wait until Little Red Cap went home that evening, then follow her and eat her up in the darkness. But the grandmother saw what he was up to. There was a large stone trough in front of the house.

"Fetch a bucket, Little Red Cap," she said to the child. "Yesterday I cooked some sausage. Carry the water that I boiled them with to the trough." Little Red Cap carried water until the large, large trough was clear full. The smell of sausage arose into the wolf's nose. He sniffed and looked down, stretching his neck so long that he could no longer hold himself, and he began to slide. He slid off the roof, fell into the trough, and drowned. And Little Red Cap returned home happily, and no one harmed her.

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Synopsis

The Handmaid's Tale is an American dystopian television series created by Bruce Miller, based on the 1985 novel of the same name by the Canadian author Margaret Atwood. The series was ordered by the streaming service Hulu for which production began in late 2016.

This is a terrifying dystopian vision of the future. The story is set in the Republic of Gilead, a totalitarian America in which Christians have killed the President and Congress, and impose a Puritan theocracy. The Handmaid's Tale portrays a unloving police state that oppresses women, and regulates all aspects of human life under constant surveillance.

The Two Extracts

The extract from the book

It's a dystopian novel about a patriarchal future. History set in the Republic of Gilead seems like a very sanitary, well kept place.
At first sight, Republic of Gilead is an idealistic world to live in yet, Gilead is empty.
There is no life and no freedom
It's a strange world
Takes place in the future but technology has taken a step backwards

The Series Extract

The extract takes place at the beginning of the series. June is disbelieving/ incredulous. She can't understand the reaction of her boss. When June confronts her boos, he reveals his cowardice when he tells her he has no choice. The music is troubling and frightening. The tension is palpable. It adds gravitas to the scene. The army man says to June: "Under his eyes", it refers to the new gouvernment. Luke, June's husband will be able to control her money if he wants to.

How do they illustrate dystopia?

Dystopia embodies pretty wide parameters. It just means a time when things are bad-in the future probably. Yet the vision most people conjure when imagining one is that of post-apocalyptic ruins​

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Its world feels familiar, maybe even too much so, and its inhabitants look and sound like someone you know, making the probability of its human-baby-farm world seem much more real. And if that doesn't feel dystopian, nothing does.

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There is simply a world not too dissimilar from the one that already exists where women have no control over their bodies or what they're used for-an all-too-possible scenario that seems far more horrifying than drought or an AI takeover.

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Synopsis The Handmaid's Tale is an American dystopian television series created by Bruce Miller, based on the 1985 novel of the same name by the Canadian author Margaret Atwood. The series was ordered by the streaming service Hulu for which production began in late 2016. This is a terrifying dystopian vision of the future.

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Les pelouses sont bien entretenues/tondues, les façades sont élégantes, en bon état, elles sont comme les belles photos qu’on trouvait/voyait autrefois dans les revues dédiées à la maison et au jardin et à la décoration d’intérieur. Il y a la même absence de gens, la même impression que tout est endormi.//On y trouve la même absence de vie, la même impression d’un lieu endormi/d’atonie/d’apathie. La rue ressemble presque à un musée ou à une rue d’une maquette/ville miniature construite/édifiée pour montrer comment les habitants/gens vivaient avant//pour témoigner d’un mode de vie révolu. Comme sur ces photos, dans ces musées et dans ces maquettes, il n’y a pas d’enfants.

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CHOOSE ILLUSTRATIONS ON THE WEB

WRITE A SYNOPSIS

TALK ABOUT THE 2 EXTRACTS STUDIED IN CLASS

SAY HOW THEY ILLUSTRATE DYSTOPIA

SITES POUR CREER DES BLOGS

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4. WordPress.org.

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Apprendre l'anglais > Cours & exercices d'anglais > Exercices d'anglais > test d'anglais n°7900 : Obligation, Interdiction

Petit rappel : must = obligation / mustn't = interdiction / have to = sens proche de must, obligation / don't have to - doesn't have to = absence d'obligation, pas obligé de.

Fin de l'exercice d'anglais "Obligation, Interdiction"
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The Different Types of Narrators

1. Third-person view, omniscient narrator – This is the all-knowing, all-seeing narrator type.

2. Third-person view, subjective narrator – This narrator type conveys the thoughts, feelings, or opinions of one or more characters.

3. Third-person view, objective narrator – This type of narrator gives an unbiased point of view in order to achieve neutrality. It’s typical of journalistic texts.

4. First-person view (witness character) – The narrator is a character who isn’t necessarily involved in the story but provides his or her point of view.

5. First-person view (protagonist) – The main character is also the narrator and tells the story from his or her point of view.

6. Second-person view – This narrator refers to the reader as “you” as if he or she was a character within the story. It’s the rarest mode of narration in literature.

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1.UTOPIAN /DYSTOPIAN LITERATURE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ujslge4h3h0. 3m59

2°TAKE NOTES ABOUT
> MARGARET ATWOOD AND
>THE HANDMAID TALE
SEE LINKS BELOW

https://www.sparknotes.com/lit/handmaid/

http://margaretatwood.ca/biography/

3°WATCH THE TRAILER AND SAY WHAT HAPPENS

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTnhx_N7nro

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Margaret Atwood

The lawns are tidy, the façades are gracious, in good repair; they’re like the beautiful pictures they used to print in the magazines about homes and gardens and interior decoration. There is the same absence of people, the same air of being asleep. The street is almost like a museum, or a street in a model town constructed to show the way people used to live. As in those pictures, those museums, those model towns, there are no children.

This is the heart of Gilead, where the war cannot intrude except on television. Where the edges are we aren’t sure, they vary, according to the attacks and counterattacks; but this is the centre, where nothing moves. The Republic of Gilead, said Aunt Lydia, knows no bounds. Gilead is within you.Doctors lived here once, lawyers, university professors. There are no lawyers any more, and the university is closed. Luke and I used to walk together, sometimes, along these streets. We used to talk about

buying a house, like one of these, an old big house, fixing it up. We would have a garden, swings for the children. We would have children. Although we knew it wasn’t too likely we could ever afford it, it was something to talk about, a game for Sundays. Such freedom now

seems almost weightless.

We turn the corner onto a main street, where there’s more traffic. Cars go by, black most of

them, some grey and brown. There are other women with baskets, some in red, some in the dull green of the Marthas, some in the striped dresses, red and blue and green and cheap and skimpy, that mark the women of the poorer men. Econowives, they’re called. These

women are not divided into functions. They have to do everything; if they can. Sometimes there is a woman all in black, a widow. There used to be more of them, but they seem to be

diminishing. You don’t see the Commanders’ Wives on the sidewalks. Only in cars.

The sidewalks here are cement. Like a child, I avoid stepping on the cracks. I’m remembering my feet on these sidewalks, in the time before, and what I used to wear on

them. Sometimes it was shoes for running, with cushioned soles and breathing holes, and stars of fluorescent fabric that reflected light in the darkness. Though I never ran at night; and in the daytime, only beside well-frequented roads.

Women were not protected then.

I remember the rules, rules that were never spelled out but that every woman knew: don’t open your door to a stranger, even if he says he is the police. Make him slide his ID underthe door. Don’t stop on the road to help a motorist pretending to be in trouble. Keep the locks on and keep going. If anyone whistles, don’t turn to look. Don’t go into a laundromat, by yourself, at night.

I think about laundromats. What I wore to them: shorts, jeans, jogging pants. What I put into them: my own clothes, my own soap, my own money, money I had earned myself. I think about having such control.

Now we walk along the same street, in red pairs, and no man shouts obscenities at us, speaks to us, touches us. No one whistles.

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1. Dans la république de Gilead les femmes n'ont pas le droit de porter ce qu'elles veulent.

2. On leur interdit de sortir seules.

3. Elles  doivent accomplir les tâches domestiques.

4. Elles devaient remplir leurs rôles.

5. Elles ne devaient pas penser.

6. Elles étaient obligées de rester chez elles si elles ne travaillaient pas.

7. Cela devait être très difficile.

COMPLETE THE SENTENCES WITH THE CORRECT FORM OF FORBID

1. Women were …………….. to have fashionable clothes.

2. The state……….. them to do what they wanted.

3. ………….. women to be free was the first goal of the Republic.

4. It was……………. for them to voice their opinions.

Quelle est la valeur de l’auxiliaire modal?

1. It may rain again tomorrow

2. You may go now.

3. What you’re saying might be true.

4. I can climb this tree.

5. He can be out tonight.I am not sure.

6. I must clean my room today.

7. It must be 3 o’clock no

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Margaret Atwood

The lawns are tidy, the façades are gracious, in good repair; they’re like the beautiful pictures they used to print in the magazines about homes and gardens and interior decoration. There is the same absence of people, the same air of being asleep. The street is almost like a museum, or a street in a model town constructed to show the way people used to live. As in those pictures, those museums, those model towns, there are no children.

This is the heart of Gilead, where the war cannot intrude except on television. Where the edges are we aren’t sure, they vary, according to the attacks and counterattacks; but this is the centre, where nothing moves. The Republic of Gilead, said Aunt Lydia, knows no bounds. Gilead is within you.Doctors lived here once, lawyers, university professors. There are no lawyers any more, and the university is closed. Luke and I used to walk together, sometimes, along these streets. We used to talk about

buying a house, like one of these, an old big house, fixing it up. We would have a garden, swings for the children. We would have children. Although we knew it wasn’t too likely we could ever afford it, it was something to talk about, a game for Sundays. Such freedom now

seems almost weightless.

We turn the corner onto a main street, where there’s more traffic. Cars go by, black most of

them, some grey and brown. There are other women with baskets, some in red, some in the dull green of the Marthas, some in the striped dresses, red and blue and green and cheap and skimpy, that mark the women of the poorer men. Econowives, they’re called. These

women are not divided into functions. They have to do everything; if they can. Sometimes there is a woman all in black, a widow. There used to be more of them, but they seem to be

diminishing. You don’t see the Commanders’ Wives on the sidewalks. Only in cars.

The sidewalks here are cement. Like a child, I avoid stepping on the cracks. I’m remembering my feet on these sidewalks, in the time before, and what I used to wear on

them. Sometimes it was shoes for running, with cushioned soles and breathing holes, and stars of fluorescent fabric that reflected light in the darkness. Though I never ran at night; and in the daytime, only beside well-frequented roads.

Women were not protected then.

I remember the rules, rules that were never spelled out but that every woman knew: don’t open your door to a stranger, even if he says he is the police. Make him slide his ID underthe door. Don’t stop on the road to help a motorist pretending to be in trouble. Keep the locks on and keep going. If anyone whistles, don’t turn to look. Don’t go into a laundromat, by yourself, at night.

I think about laundromats.  What I wore to them: shorts, jeans, jogging pants. What I put into them: my own clothes, my own soap, my own money, money I had earned myself. I think about having such control.

Now we walk along the same street, in red pairs, and no man shouts obscenities at us, speaks to us, touches us. No one whistles.

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1.    The scene takes place in a living room.We can see ,on the right,in the foreground,Snow White who is holding her two babies wearing nappies .Another child is crawling on the floor.There a total of four kids.There is also a dog who is eating crumbles from crisps.Prince Charming is watching TV,chilling on the sofa.

We know they are SW and PC because they are dressed like them :the cape,the band, the dress…

It seems as if these characters were living in modern life.

2.Snow White seems to be bored and depressed.It looks as if she was fed up and disillusioned by her life.PC is unbothered by the situation .He is engrossed in TV and just does not care.

When the viewers watch this picture they can be surprised and taken aback since we do not usually imagine these two characters in this situation.

3.Here what we have is an estranged marriage .They do not show external expressions of love.They do not seem to care about each other.

LIFE IS NOT ALWAYS A FAIRY TALE.

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FALLEN PRINCESSES (2007-2009) is a 10 piece series featuring humanized fairy tale Princesses dealing with modern day scourges such as Cancer, addiction, obesity, war and environmental degradation. As a feminist and new mother, Dina was disturbed about the stereotypical societal tropes Disney was perpetrating about women and girls; the work is critical of the "happily ever after" motif, exploited by Walt Disney and embraced by Western society. The Fallen Princesses are included in elementary school textbooks, as teaching tools and subjects of discourse within the classroom, have been the subject of academic essays and dissertations, and are regularly featured in media around the globe.
FALLEN PRINCESSES ESSAY BY PROFESSOR ZACK ZIPES

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Dina Goldstein's Fallen Princesses is a narrative photography and social commentary set in modern times. Includes Snow White, Cinderella, Rapunzel, Belle

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Painted by  Robert Mac Call ,The Prologue and The Promise is a mural that was commissioned by Walt Disney’s EPCOT Center in Orlando, Florida.

Represents  a Construction of American Past and Future.

> utopia theory. Walt Disney and the Walt Disney Company have constructed idealized visions of the American past and future.
Shows  the "flow of civilized man from the past into the present and toward the future."

Depicts most of the earth's nationalities, cultures, and religions. (The monuments depicted from left to right are the Pyramids of Egypt, the Obelisk (Egypt), Stonehenge, Pyramids from the Central America/Mexico region, the Parthenon on the Acropolis (Athens), The Quabbat Al-Sakhra (or the Dome of the Rock in Jerusalem), a Thailand temple, a Chinese temple, an African tribe hut, St. Peter's Church, the Taj Mahal, a Torii, the Bali Buddhist temple, the Daibutsu Budda (Japan), Big Ben and the House of Parliament, the Eiffel Tower, St. Basil's in Moscow (and the red tower of the Kremlin in the background), the Washington Monument, the US Capitol Building, and then the City of Tomorrow.)=

THIS PAINTING SYMBOLIZES UTOPIA
An idealistic world where all cultures can mix and meet the others in a world of progress.Throngs of people from around the world are heading toward that dominating futuristic city.

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1°Describe the image (setting, characters, clothes, atmosphere). Setting
: Living room Characters: Snow White/ Prince Charming/ a baby/ a toddler/ a dog/ under the age of 5 Clothes: a nappy/ a vest/ headband/ a cape/ a pair of tights/ a tunic / Atmosphere: contemporary/modern life
2. Look at the faces of the characters and identify the emotions displayed. Describe the effect on the viewers.
- Bored/ depressed/ fed up/ disillusioned/ to be engrossed in/ upset/ to feel cheated - Surprised/ to be taken aback/ bemused/ astonished - Up-to-date/ a fresh take on
3. Analyse the relationship between the two adults.
Man and wife/ to take care of/ offspring/ to hold sb in one’s arms/ to have one’s hands full/ lazy/ to put one’s feet up/ to bring up single-handed/ not to care about/ selfish/ inconsiderate / be resigned to

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Once Upon a Time is an American fantasy adventure drama television series that aired for seven seasons on ABC from October 23, 2011 to May 18, 2018.

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Once Upon a Time is an American fantasy adventure drama television series that aired for seven seasons on ABC from October 23, 2011 to May 18, 2018.

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https://youtu.be/Rga4rp4j5TY

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Which tales are mentioned?
What is the target audience?

List the adjectives used to define them.

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Doc 12 CE Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf Roald Dahl

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https://www.britannica.com/biography/James-Thurber

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They Create Nightmare Worlds for TV. Now They’re Living in One.

Amid the pandemic, the producers of dystopian dramas like “The Handmaid’s Tale” and “Westworld” see their work in a different light.

A scene from “The Handmaid’s Tale”: The showrunner, Bruce Miller, said, “You do feel guilty about putting these anxieties in people’s minds.” By Dave Itzkoff

March 29, 2020

They tried to warn us.In their television dramas, they sought to depict the most chillingly dystopian scenarios they could imagine — terrifying alternate realities in which life as we knew it had been devastated by revolutions, plagues, technology run amok or hordes of bloodthirsty zombies.

At the time, the writers of these series — “The Handmaid’s Tale,” “Westworld” and others — wanted to entertain and challenge audiences with dark reflections of society that they could tell themselves were avoidable or too outrageous to transpire.

But now, amid the uncertainty of the coronavirus pandemic, the people who make these shows are looking at their work in a different light.

...

And they admit to pangs of remorse for asking audiences to engage with the nightmares they invent.

“You do feel guilty about putting these anxieties in people’s minds,” said Bruce Miller, the creator and showrunner of Hulu’s adaptation of “The Handmaid’s Tale.”

“There’s no way not to feel like you somehow wished things into being,” he said. “But it shows you how television, and drama in general, has something to tell people about how the world works.”

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LIFE IS NOT A FAIRY TALE OR IS IT?

yes
-Some moments in our lives  can be seen as events in tales when we feel happy for one reason or another:love, family life, studies, job…..
-So when we achieve self fulfillment
-when the society/environment (values.traditions.politics.)we live in make us content.
-Society ,mentalities ,values evolve for the better/for a more open minded environment.
less racism,racialism,sexism,homophobia……
-Much progress in various sectors

Yet more often than not no

no life is not a fairytale-its not the story that you were told with a happily ever after ending-The problems in life are sometimes tough,-personal or psychological problems:family, finance, job.. -social and geopolitical issues:dictatorship, oppression, conflicts, war, refugees, terrorism, racism, sexism, homophobia, global climate change, pandemics and the health system, globalization, unemployment, poverty, child labor. Life can be a fairy tale if we try to overcome these problems by finding some relaxing moments or activities and actions which allow us to escape a dull and threatening environmental.

Fairy Tales Seem to be essential stories >for childhood:

real moral lessons.

-Captivate imagination of young minds,

- enhance their creativity and reasoning skills.
According to Jung  or  Bettelheim tales teach children how to deal with basic human conflicts, desires, and relationships in a healthy way;.
>As adults, fairy tales are comforting to us because of their familiarity. They remind us of a time in our childhood before we had responsibilities
That may be why as adults we still continue to like tales with binge watching on Netflix for example.That might be a way to escape from our daily life or a dystopian society.

no life is not a fairytale-its not the story that you were told with a happily ever after ending-The problems in life are sometimes tough,-personal or psychological problems:family, finance, job.. -social and geopolitical issues:dictatorship, oppression, conflicts, war, refugees, terrorism, racism, sexism, homophobia, global climate change, pandemics and the health system, globalization, unemployment, poverty, child labor.  Life can be a fairy tale if we try to overcome these problems by finding some relaxing moments or activities and actions which allow us to escape a dull and threatening environmental.

Fairy Tales Seem to be essential stories >for childhood:

real moral lessons.

-Captivate imagination of young minds,

- enhance their creativity and reasoning skills.

According to Jung  or  Bettelheim tales teach children how to deal with basic human conflicts, desires, and relationships in a healthy way;.

>As adults, fairy tales are comforting to us because of their familiarity. They remind us of a time in our childhood before we had responsibilities

That may be why as adults we still continue to like tales with binge watching on Netflix for example.That might be a way to escape from our daily life or a dystopian society.

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