In a hazy, smoke-filled theater, dozens of red strings dangle from the ceiling. They’re connected to the backs and hands of reporters, all slumped over in their seats, notebooks in hand. There’s a man in the spotlight, with what appears to be a marionette doll over his knee and another journalist, this one conspiratorially close on his other shoulder. As a chorus begins to sing, the strings move, revealing the crowd of press to be puppets, voices orchestrated toward one common belief: “Oh yes, they both reached for the gun.”
Fans of musical theater might recognize this scene from the film adaptation of Chicago, starring Renée Zellweger, Catherine Zeta-Jones, and Richard Gere. The film charts wannabe vaudeville star Roxie Hart’s story through song, after she murders her lover in cold blood, and attempts to both escape the executioner and launch a nationwide career from inside her jail cell. The 2002 film was a critical success, winning six Oscars, including Best Picture. But on the social media app TikTok, a song from the film, “The Both Reached For The Gun,” has gone from theater-kid darling to the soundtrack of one of the most popular editing trends of all time.
Fan edits, also referred to as fancams, take videos of a popular actor, film, or television series and make a heavily edited clip full of transitions pegged to an emotional backing track. While edits are often meant to simply show how attractive actors are — thirst is king online — edits about films or series go a step further: taking emotional cues from the songs they use to imply a certain context that might not exist or be shown in the original source material. This can result in often incongruous combinations of songs and messages. Take for instance the Taylor Swift Christianity editing craze of 2023, when Christian Swifties began editing videos of Christ on the cross or speaking to his disciples with different songs from Swift playing in the background. Or when some folks started using a track by notorious cult leader Charles Manson to herald a cozy fall vibe.
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But what has been fascinating about the “They Both Reached For The Gun” trend is how widespread the trend has become. There’s over 20 thousand edits using the sound on TikTok alone, which doesn’t account for the thousands that have also been posted on X (formerly Twitter) and Tumblr. The idea is simple: editors pick two people who are in conflict and depict them both reaching for a goal. People have made edits with characters of The Bear, Interview With the Vampire, Barbenheimer, House of the Dragon, Hunger Games, Rapunzel, and Mean Girls. Even real-life individuals haven’t escaped it — at least six of the most popular videos — each raking in millions of views and interactions — depict conflicts with real people, like presidential candidates Kamala Harris and Donald Trump, Olivia Rodrigo, and Sabrina Carpenter, and most recently, Olympic gymnasts Simone Biles and Rebeca Andrade.
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Why is this random musical theater song so popular? Hannah Greenstein, a music theorist, said on TikTok that the song “scratches an itch” in people’s brains because it uses popular motions and modulations that imply music reaching a climax, meaning ratcheting up tension and emotion through tempo and repeating sounds. Other fans have expressed their adoration of the trend in simpler terms: it fucks. “This is a cinematic masterpiece,” the official Lionsgate TikTok commented on one Hunger Games edit. “Once I hear this sound I know the edit is about to EAT,” reads another comment on a different clip. It was made on an edit of the animated film The Lorax.
It’s important to note that the reason why the edits work so well is because they completely ignore the actual context of the song — something that often occurs with TikTok trends. In the musical Chicago, ‘They Both Reached For The Gun” is a marionette routine performed by Roxie Hart’s lawyer Billy Flynn (Gere in the 2002 movie). Roxie has already told police she shot her lover in cold blood after she found out he didn’t have the connections to make her a star. But during her trial, Billy concocts a bald-faced lie — they both reached for the gun and it accidentally went off — and then controls the narrative. The edits ignore this entirely, usually depicting two people who are actually reaching for something, rather than lying about it. But it makes for fantastic viewing.









Christine Wonsley with her husband, Elmore (second from left), attorney Ben Crump (left), and Rev. Al Sharpton (right), during a memorial service for her son Nolan Xavier Wells.Gerald Herbert/AP


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Donald Trump and FIFA President Gianni Infantino stand as Spain celebrates its World Cup victory, on July 19, 2026.
America Got the World Cup It Deserves — Good and Bad
For the past six weeks or so I’ve been having a recurring fight with my friends. The dispute is over whether or not it’s ethical to support the U.S. national team in the World Cup.
To the vast majority of people reading this article, this is an absurd question: of course you can and should support the United States Men’s National Team, you weirdo. And look, I’m with you. But despite the fact that my friends are pompous dorks who are no fun to watch the game with, the question they raise is valid: Are our national teams avatars of the administration in power, or of the people and promise of that country?
If you believe the former, then yeah, it’s pretty fucking weird to support the USMNT. In doing so, by that thinking, you’d be engaging in a sort of athletic nationalism on behalf of a country run by Donald Trump, the most corrupt president in history, who forced the Iranian national team to flee across the border immediately after the final whistle of each of their games, whose federal police have shot numerous civilians dead in the street during a brutal immigration crackdown, who has started a war and supported a genocide while covering up his close personal friendship with the most notorious pedophile in modern history.
I mean just look at him. On Sunday he waddled down onto the field to present Spain with their trophy, lingering on stage with the victorious team as they tried to celebrate. The presence of Mexican President Claudia Steinbaum and Canadian Prime Minister Mark Carney did little to dilute the image of Trump standing next to his crony Gianni Infantino, grinning at all the trappings of their power, hands caressing a trophy they’d done nothing to earn, lingering well past his cue to leave Spain to their glory. This World Cup, literally, had Donald Trump’s fingerprints all over it.
And yet, this was one of the most thrilling, beautiful World Cups in recent memory. That’s America, baby — contradictions abound.
Over the past five weeks of the greatest athletic competition on Earth, we’ve seen games that will literally never leave my memory. The final, which I attended yesterday in New Jersey, was remarkably forgettable — a 0-0 draw until the 106th minute, with Spain dominating every second of play and yet unable to score, undone time and time again by their insistence on tricksy passing and the personal heroics of Argentina’s goalkeeper Emi Martinez. The rest of the tournament, however, delivered. Cabo Verde, refusing to lose until the very last moments of the first knockout round, battling back again and again against both teams that would eventually play in the final. The sheer dominance of France’s Kylian Mbappe in front of goal, scoring at will, rivaled only by the aging GOAT Leo Messi and the Norwegian warlord Erling Haaland. England’s heroic stand at the Estadio Azteca in Mexico City, 45 minutes in the rain, a man down, holding out for the win and singing “Wonderwall” with what felt like half the stadium when it ended. Off the pitch, too: the Algerian national team being welcomed with open arms by Lawrence, Kansas; Scottish braves drinking Boston dry and partying wildly with Haitian fans that overcame so much just to be at the tournament. In Mexico, of course, the World Cup was everything, and its fans threw joyous South Koreans pumped full of tequila into the air, and celebrated in the streets with opposing fans even after their hard-fought defeat to England.
For the United States, what the 2026 World Cup was — what our team was, what our fans were, what our performance as hosts was — is a reflection of two things at once: what our nation is and what it can be.
Our star striker, Folarin Balogun, was born here by accident, a citizen only because of a birthright system that our president is currently trying to erase. We have Ricardo and Giovanni and Freeman and Zendejas. We have another striker whose name is Haji, for goodness sake. I look at that team and I see the country America can be, one in which any soul born in or living within our arbitrary borders can become part of a great national project that seeks to improve the lives of everyone it can. And yet, I can also look at that team and see a reflection of what the country is, because there is an anchor around its neck. When Balogun was — albeit unjustly — suspended for a crucial match, Trump himself stepped in. Cronyism saved the day and got Balogun reinstated, but ruined the fragile harmony the team had enjoyed. On the pitch against Belgium, they came apart. Temperamental star Christian Pulisic tried to go alone and then quit, aging defender Tim Ream’s legs failed him when he needed them most, a young goalkeeper slipped and fell when he had no good options for support.
What more can you say about a team, about our country? The team is an entity that is capable of more but still has so far to go, that is vulnerable to the same forces of avarice and selfishness and fear that plague our national identity writ large.
It’s possible to end the story there, to say good riddance to another failed year and fractured team. But I think that’s a mistake. I think if you believe that you haven’t really been watching. I think that’s also why it pissed me off so much that some of my friends wouldn’t root for the U.S. Yes, we have flaws, like every country involved in the tournament. Yes, our current team management and political government are filled with morons. But if you won’t put on the shirt you’re essentially opting out of our future. We can’t wait around for a better world, a better team, a better president, before we deign to lend our support. Progress only comes from effort, from caring, from believing in something more.
One of my favorite images of the World Cup was a crowd shot of the opening match against Paraguay in Los Angeles: every race, color and creed of American there is, all covered in red white and blue. It’s corny and trite, sure. But that’s what it’s all about. That’s why we’re here. You have to believe. The U.S. won that game 4-2. In four years, we’ll be even better.