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I'm Your Man - Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal x OFC - Chapter 1

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Summary: As Frankie reaches the end of her second week at Thorpe Abbotts Airfield, she begins to find her footing among the men of the 100th Bomb Group

Warnings: Excessive alcohol consumption, language

Word Count: 4k

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The setting sun cast a golden blanket over Thorpe Abbotts airfield, basking everything in an idyllic, orange glow that was almost beautiful enough to distract from the heady stench of motor oil that lay thick on the air, permeating hair and clothes so thoroughly that anyone who spent even five minutes in the place would carry it with them for the rest of the day.

Frankie Bevan clamped a flashlight tight between her teeth, the narrow beam of light illuminating the underside of the B-17's gun turret as she surveyed it for any cracks or gaps in the glass that could compromise its integrity. The rest of the ground crew had called it a day almost two hours ago, but the Yanks always did prefer to work in the daylight. She was nearing the end of her third year in the Women's Auxiliary Air Force, and after so many nights spent running the airstrips in the darkness for the RAF, Frankie was well accustomed to toiling away into the night.

Thorpe Abbotts was new, and yet much the same. It was only her second week here, compensating for the Americans' manpower shortages. The job was always the same, no matter where she went or what planes she worked on - checks, fixes, refuelling, over and over again - but thus was the nature of a mechanic's job. What she was not yet quite used to was the Americans themselves. Loud and brash and self-assured, Frankie was sometimes glad they worked different hours.

Taking note of a few cracks in the glass panelling, she reached up to swipe the torch from her mouth, offering a satisfied nod as she completed her checks for the night. All that was left was to pin her list of concerns up on the board inside the mechanics' Nissen hut, and then it was off to the pub for her.

Once she changed out of her oil-stained coveralls, that was.

"They're working you like a dog down there on the strip," Georgina, one of Frankie's bunkmates, pointed out, flipping nonchalantly through a magazine as she lounged on her bed.

"Someone's gotta do it," She shrugged, kicking off her coveralls as she rummaged in the shared wardrobe for the correct service uniform. "Some of the mechanics they've brought over are practically kids, not sure I'd trust 'em to fix my plane if I was going up there."

"You'd better show 'em what for, then," George smiled, glancing over as Frankie finished buttoning up her blouse, reaching for the navy blue jacket.

"You coming for drinks?"

"Uh, nah - I'll go tomorrow. Sandra thinks we'll be starting early tomorrow so I wanna get a decent night's sleep."

"Ooh, luxury," Frankie teased, shimmying her shoulders as she made her way to the door of the hut. "Alright, see you later."

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The pub was crammed from door to door as she forced her way inside, the sound of chattering overpowering the music blaring from a radio in the corner. The American invasion of Thorpe Abbotts had well and truly been successful, scarcely a flash of RAF blue visible amongst the sea of khaki as Frankie burrowed her way through the crowds towards the bar.

"Pint of Guinness, please," She called over the din, the bartender offering a friendly nod of affirmation as she felt the crowd behind her push her body further into the edge of the bar.

"There y'are, love," The man nodded, placing the pint glass in front of her as she smiled her thanks, foam lining her top lip as she took her first sip. Frankie barely had time to wipe it away, turning to take a step back from the bar, before another body collided with hers. She gasped as the beer she had so looked forward to sloshed over the rim of the glass, pooling on the floor and staining the front of her uniform, as the other man's drink did the same.

"Woah, careful there!" The man cried, flicking a few stray droplets of spilt beer from his hand onto the floor. A deep frown creased her features as she peered up at him. The soldier was so tall that the tip of her head didn't quite pass his shoulder, and yet the irritation in her expression was so palpable that he took a full step back.

"Oh, that was my fault, was it?" Frankie tutted.

"Well, sweetheart, maybe if you'd been looking where you were going-"

"Maybe if you bloody Yanks gave us some room to breathe in here we wouldn't have a problem!"

There was an easy smile on the man's face that struck her as distinctly annoying. Discarding his now almost empty glass on the bar, the man put up his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. Look. We're not gonna agree on this, so what d'ya say we settle this with a little friendly competition?"

She raised a brow. "What sort of competition?"

"Uh... how 'bout a drinking contest?"

Frankie let out a guffaw so forceful that the man's confident smile disappeared, and a few nearby airmen turned to watch the scene unfold. "Y'know what? Yeah. You're on."

With a nod, he turned away, marching towards the closest table. "Alright boys, gimme some space, I got a contest to win against half-pint over here."

She approached the table, sitting down opposite the soldier, smirking at his arrogance. The airmen he had kicked out of their seats were lingering to watch the spectacle unfold, and it was clear their bets were on her opponent.

"Now," He sighed, taking a seat. "In the spirit of good sportsmanship, I oughta introduce myself. John Egan," He said, reaching a hand across the table.

"Frances Bevan. Frankie," She nodded, shaking his hand.

Egan nodded. "So, normal rules apply. No spilling, no vomiting, gotta drain the glass. Still wanna do this?"

Frankie nodded firmly. "I'd never pass up such a wonderful opportunity to humble you Yanks," She grinned.

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Egan was turning red, his smug smile long since vanished, the motion of his arm slowing as he reached for the next shot glass, glancing across at her with a slightly nauseated expression. The crowd surrounding them had long since grown since they had begun, although how long ago that was she couldn't quite remember. The huge pile of empty shot glasses in the centre of the table did nothing to jog her memory.

"Oh, come on, Egan, you've gotta do better than that," Frankie teased, reaching forward and downing her next shot. In fairness, she too was beginning to feel light-headed, but it never showed on her face, her demeanour as cool and collected as it had been when she first sat down.

"I thought... I thought this would be easy," John complained, grimacing as he brought the next glass to his lips. "You're so small, where are you storing all this liquor?"

"I'm British - pretty sure it's in our bloodstream," She teased. Egan's eyes narrowed as he weakly upturned the contents of his glass into his mouth, screwing up his face as the liquid ran down his throat.

"I really like her," John admitted, letting out a long sigh as he drew a hand over his eyes. A few of the airmen laughed, clapping him over the shoulders.

"I think we're done here," Frankie chuckled.

"You forfeit?" He asked hopefully.

"No, I'm saying you're about to. That or you're gonna throw up - either way, I win."

"Nuh-uh," Egan shook his head. "Not gonna happen," He fought to suppress a burp, and the room seemed to brace itself for the inevitable vomit that would follow, letting out a collective sigh of relief when he swallowed his nausea back down. "...Yeah. Ok."

She clapped, throwing up her hands in victory as a couple of the men standing behind her cheered. "Well, it's been a real pleasure doing business with you Major," Frankie chuckled, fighting through the splitting headache that was growing in her temples as she rose from her seat, offering him a hand to help him stand.

John batted her away, but stumbled as he got up, one of his friends pressing a firm hand on his back to keep him upright. She smiled. "I'll help you get him back since it's my fault. Gotta get back to the huts anyway."

The airman accepted, each of them slinging one of Egan's arms around their shoulders as he tilted haphazardly over to one side, struggling to prop himself up against her due to her height. Trailing towards the door, a few of the men let out celebratory whoops at her as she passed, praising her victory.

"Thanks for the night, gents - I'm here all war," Frankie called over her shoulders, a cheer erupting from the crowd as they dragged Egan sideways out of the door.

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It was growing difficult to see as they marched John back to the huts, the street lights growing more and more sparse the closer they got to the airfield. "You gotta teach me how to do that," He slurred, tilting his head down towards her, the smell of liquor thick on his breath.

"You gotta get more practice in - you Americans with your 'no alcohol until you're 21' rule never stood a chance, we've just been in the game longer."

"Ah," He nodded, pausing for a moment. "Hey, why'd you call yourself Frankie?"

"Because Frances is a terrible name," She scoffed.

"Can I call you Fran?"

"Only if you want to die."

"Fair enough."

As they reached the end of the row of men's huts, she shrugged his arm off of her shoulders, relinquishing custody of John to the other airman, who thanked her for her help.

"See ya 'round, Shortcake!" Egan called as they trailed away, grinning proudly to himself at the nickname. Frankie scoffed, rolling her eyes and massaging her temples as her headache steadily worsened.

"You look like shit," George whispered as she wandered back into their hut. She had rolled her hair up into pin curls, protected beneath a headscarf, and was reading a copy of Wuthering Heights in the dim light of her bedside lamp.

"Got into a drinking contest with one of the Americans," She shrugged, tossing her beer-stained blouse and jacket into a crumpled heap at the foot of her bed, a reminder to wash them tomorrow.

"Did you win?"

"Of course."

"Shh!" One of the other women hissed from the opposite end of the room, shrouded in the darkness. Frankie pulled a face at her scolding, dragging a brush through the knots in her dark brown hair as George stifled a laugh, discarding her book and turning off the light once her friend had changed and gotten into bed.

It was silent for a while as she lay beneath the blankets, staring up at what would have been the ceiling if not for the complete absence of light. Her alcohol-induced headache thrummed behind her eyes, a constant, dull pain keeping her from sleep.

"George?" She whispered.

"What?"

"Do you have an aspirin?"

The sound of quiet rummaging was audible in the stillness of the hut, and she struggled to suppress a laugh as she felt the tube smack her in the face, a result of Georgina tossing it blindly in the darkness.

"Thank you," She giggled, trying not to gag as she took the pills dry, lying back and waiting for the pain to subside as she thought back on the night's events.

I'm not that short.

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The blinding morning sun was unwelcome the next day as Frankie made her way to the airfield from her hut, bike resting against her hip as she made a momentary stop to fix her hair for the day ahead, hair tie held between her teeth as she scooped it into a ponytail. Most of the women she shared the Nissen hut with had left over an hour ago, hurrying to the flight tower in anticipation of the arrival of yet more American pilots, but her job didn't begin until after the planes landed, so fortunately for her, she had been afforded a little more sleep, her headache now more or less dissipated.

A loud honking startled her, the hair tie slipping from her teeth and falling to the floor. As she bent to pick it up, a jeep rolled to a stop in front of her, the horn parping once more.

"Fuck's sake, what?" Frankie muttered, glancing up to see the cheery grin of Major John Egan smiling down at her.

"Mornin'."

"Are you even fit to drive after last night?"

"Fifty-fifty. Hop in, throw your bike in the back."

She frowned as she noticed the pile of bikes already forming in the back of the car, but stacked her on top all the same, sliding into the passenger seat beside him. "Starting a collection?"

"Won them in a bet, night before last. Got one for me and my buddy Buck, he's arriving today."

"Is that Major Cleven?" She asked.

"Sure is," John nodded as the engine roared to life, taking them sailing along the road towards the airstrip, the wind ruining her hair before she even had a chance to finish it.

"So..." He began, swerving slightly to dodge a few maintenance workers on bikes. "Where ya from, Frankie?"

"Stratford."

"I... do not know where that is."

"I didn't expect you to," She chuckled. "Grew up with my dad working his garage, that's what got me into it. Always preferred planes to cars, though."

"You and me both," John nodded, slowing as they neared the landing strip. Up ahead, the flight crew were beginning to disembark, and Frankie's eyes narrowed as she noticed one of the airmen carrying a large dog.

"If they let that dog shit in the plane, I'm not cleaning it up," She stated. "You've heard me say it, that's on the record now."

"Yes ma'am," Egan affirmed, pulling to a stop, a grin spreading across his face as he got close enough to recognise his friends.

As he clambered out of the car, stepping forward to greet his comrades, she climbed out of her seat, wandering around the back of the jeep to disentangle her bike from the pile, tugging it free as the sounds of wind and aeroplane engines overpowered the men's voices.

"Oh, and, uh - This is Frankie Bevan," John called, guiding Cleven towards her, speaking louder so that she could hear. She raised her hand in a somewhat awkward wave, almost dropping her bike on her foot as she hauled it off the back of the jeep. "Best damn mechanic we've got, she's holdin' us together, that's for sure."

"Ma'am," Cleven greeted her with a tilt of his cap.

"He's never seen me work," Frankie shook her head, stepping forward to shake Cleven's hand. "We only met yesterday, he's just being nice in the hopes I won't tell you about how I drank him under the table last night."

John scoffed. "That is not what-" She raised a brow and he stuttered. "Yeah, that - that did happen."

Cleven laughed, squeezing Egan's shoulder. "Well, I'm sure glad he's had someone to keep him humble before I got here. Thank you for your work, ma'am, I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot more of each other soon."

She nodded, grinning at Egan's embarrassment. "How was your flight?"

"Smooth sailin', not sure there'll be anything to fix up this time."

A soldier she had heard John greet as Demarco spoke up from where he was stood, scratching his dog's stomach. "The dog dropped a deuce in the cockpit."

Clicking her fingers, she pointed to Egan. "She's not doing that!" He called, craning his head over his shoulder as Demarco put his hands up in surrender.

"Well, that works wonders," Frankie chuckled, lifting her leg to straddle the seat of her bike. "Now, if all you gents have planned is standing around, I've got work to do."

"Bye Shortcake," John grinned as she pedalled the bicycle into motion, ringing the bell and offering up a middle finger as she left. He chuckled, feeling Cleven clap him over the shoulder again.

"She's interesting... nice," His friend began. "Bucky, I know you're sick of Marge tryna set you up, but she is definitely-"

"She's definitely my friend, Buck. Besides, I could never date a woman with a higher alcohol tolerance than me. That's just embarrassing."

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The wind whipped her hair this way and that as Frankie hammered at the pedals, gaining speed faster and faster with each second until the rolling fields beyond the airstrip were little more than a green blur. She'd always loved to cycle, preferably as fast as she possibly could. Her father used to say she should try racing, but his ambition curtailed rather when she got in trouble for almost taking out a couple of tourists outside Shakespeare's birthplace on her way home from school. Besides, she'd never quite had the discipline for sports.

Her breaks squeaked noisily as she rolled to a stop outside the mechanics' Nissen hut, stationed just beyond the main runway. They had been given a single hut for all of their operations, much to the chagrin of many. The back end was an orderly pile of spare parts - buckets of rivets, piles of sheet metal - but someone had supplied them with a table and chairs, and the recent addition of a gas stove and kettle had proved a huge hit.

Ken Lemmons was sat at the table as she wandered in, glancing at the corkboard by the door where she and the others posted notice of anything in need of urgent repair.

"A couple of the guys replaced the glass in the gun turrets earlier - thanks for the shout," Lemmons spoke up.

"Ah, good," Frankie nodded, taking a seat opposite him. As much as she bemoaned her younger, American co-workers, she had grown fond of Ken. He was sipping a cup of coffee, and by the look on his face, he was not enjoying it. She tossed the paper bag containing her lunch onto the table, retrieving a cucumber sandwich - meagre subsistence, and a sight that made the boy frown.

"I think I'd actually murder someone for some Hershey's right about now," He remarked, grimacing as he took another sip of coffee.

"Hey, we make do with what we've got," She shrugged, attempting to devour the sandwich before the cucumber could soak through the thin slices of bread. "I know one of the girls in the Land Army - I darn her jumpers in exchange for a bit of her extra cheese ration."

Lemmons chuckled, leaning back in his seat. "I miss good chocolate. I can't get used to... Cad-berry's?"

"Oh, that's sacrilege," She laughed, tossing a slice of cucumber at him, which stuck to the breast pocket of his coveralls. "If you'd come a couple years ago when they were still making Dairy Milk you'd've thought you'd died and gone to heaven."

"I'll believe it when I see it," He grinned, plucking the slice off of his clothes. There was a pause before he spoke again. "One of the fellas says they're actually taking off later."

Frankie nodded, lifting a hand to cover her mouth as she spoke around her food. "Oh yeah? This gonna be your first proper go at it?"

"Yeah..." Lemmons admitted, looking momentarily nervous. "You?"

She snorted back a laugh. "Nah. I've been in the WAAF nearly four years - moved around a bit, but whether it's Attlebridge or Docking or Thorpe Abbotts, it's all the same gig. You stick with me when the planes start coming back down and you'll be fine."

The corner of his mouth tilted upwards in a smile. "You're gonna babysit me?"

Frankie grinned, standing up to reach across the table and ruffle his curls. "With a cute little face like yours, who could help it?" She teased, laughing as he batted her away.

"Get off, I'm serious," Lemmons chuckled, but the smile never faded from his expression.

Ken's buddy hadn't been wrong, per se, but his fabled mission had come not hours, but days later, with a hammering knock on the door to her hut, the women stirring from their sleep in a wave of disgruntled moans.

"What time is it?" Frankie whined as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, resisting the urge to burrow her head beneath the pillow and block out the relentless knocking outside.

"Four thirty," George groaned, frowning vindictively at her watch as she put it on, as if time itself had caused her personal grievance.

"They're flying today, get ready!" A young male voice bellowed from the other side of the door, clearly too shy to bare his face to a room of half-dressed, irritated women.

"Fuck me, I'm coming," She muttered, brushing her hair with one hand as she buttoned up the front of her coveralls with the other.

"Spot me! How's my lipstick?" George called, and Frankie leant across the bed that separated them to wipe a stray smudge of red away with her thumb.

"All good."

"Right," Her bunkmate huffed. "I'll see you later, yeah?"

"See you later," Frankie affirmed.

"I'll join you for drinks this time if all goes well!" George called over her shoulder as she scurried towards the door.

"I'll hold you to that!" She replied, smiling as she laced up her boots.

The planes left and returned in mere hours, but the in-between had felt never-ending as the ground crew waited in tense anticipation to see how many would return and in what state. Frankie had sent Egan away to the flight tower after his nervous hovering had started to get on her nerves, and she had since spent the last half-hour sitting in the grass beside the runway making daisy chains with a few of the local children as a way to pass the time.

"Frankie! They're comin' in!" She heard Lemmons yell from across the airstrip. Hurriedly sending the children back to their parents as the sound of plane engines grew steadily louder overhead, she scrambled to her feet, grass stains streaking the knees of her coveralls as she jogged over, raising a hand to shield her eyes from the sun as the planes began to descend towards them.

"...10, 11, 12..." Frankie muttered, coming to the slow realisation that many of the men they'd sent away that morning had not returned. But that loss did not negate the importance of the work they had to do now. "Ok, let's go," She patted Lemmons on the shoulder, and they reached for the bikes they had discarded on the ground nearby, pedalling hard towards the landing strip.

From the second they arrived, she was surveying the damage, scanning the planes for the areas that would need the most attention. It was impossible to pick just one.

"There's a reason we go at night," She muttered, so softly no one else could hear over the din of shouts and dying engines. The mechanics weren't emergency staff, but she'd seen a fair few planes come in either on fire, half-collapsed or both over the years, enough to learn it was best to get in as soon as possible.

"Shit," Lemmons huffed beside her, staring up at a huge, jagged hole in the metal of one of the plane's wings.

"Send a couple of the boys back to the hut - tell them to bring a car back with all the sheet metal they can put in it. Oh - and get me a welder!" She called to him, and the young man began barking orders at the other mechanics, the crew erupting to life around the plane as they began to fix the mess that had returned.

"Frankie!" Egan's voice rang from down below as she climbed up onto the top of the plane, marking out the areas of the body that needed replacing. She looked down at him as he yelled again. "You need anything?"

"Nope, we're good here!" Frankie replied, holding up a thumbs-up in case the wind drowned out her voice. Looking down at the work to do below her, it was as if she could map out every fix in her mind, envision every action in order, play it out in her head until the beast was as good as new. She smiled to herself. "This is what I do."

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Malevolent (2018)

A brother-sister team who fake paranormal encounters for cash get more than they bargained for when a job at a haunted estate turns very, very real.

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Malevolent (2018)

Random (horror) movie review...

(Spoilers-ish)

This was a random click on Netflix & I had zero expectations. It was pretty good though!

Starring: Florence Pugh, Ben Lloyd-Hughes, Scott Chambers, Georgina Bevan & Celia Imrie

The characters are scam-artist ‘mediums’. Jackson is in it for the money and his sister Angela seems to be guilted into it. They’re contacted by a woman by the name of Mrs. Green who needs they’re help. Her house is haunted by spirits of dead children who were murdered there.

We learn things aren’t straightforward with Angela and she may actually be gifted. Or, she’s mentally ill.

Mrs. Green is suspicious...things turn bad. There are a couple minor twists...

Things I didn’t like:

What was the motivation to ask for help? It wasn’t actually stated. And why after so many years?

It was a little slow in parts.

I saw no reason for the movie to be set in 1986 except to make ghosts look old fashioned and make the timeline make sense. I would have liked a better reason or just kept it in the present time.

The character of Herman felt a bit useless. Maybe he was there to add drama? I thought it’d be better if he was just an idea & not seen as is the case for the first two thirds of the movie.

Things I liked:

The violence was mostly implied & off screen. Someone was being attacked with a butcher knife & we saw the bloody blade, the victim screaming, & no open wound. A few parts were more graphic but I was glad it wasn’t all like that.

The actors were good. I couldn’t put my finger on it until I looked it up but I have seen a couple of them before in other movies. Florence Pugh was in The Commuter & Ben Lloyd-Hughes was in Divergent. While they had smaller roles in those, they’re skills are highlighted here. It’s not a movie that allows for a lot of range but you do feel like Jackson’s a dick but also feel bad for him. You feel for Angela & some of the surprised moments actually looked genuine. So the actors did a good job.

Pugh is really pretty and I kept thinking she’s like a work of art. I’m glad the movie didn’t throw in a silly sex scene like horror movies often do. But seriously, I kept thinking Pugh is one of those women that should be the sitter for a painting. Naturally beautiful. I also was a little envious of that beauty but hey, good for her!

Much of the movie was suspenseful instead of having people jump out at you. Suspense is scarier in my opinion.

Relies on one’s imagination. It felt scarier that we had to imagine what the kids went through.

The parts that felt more realistic (like that scene with Jackson sitting in that chair...) were just shown rather than a long build up. I like that it wasn’t drawn out as well.

- Overall it was pretty good. Entertaining and a somewhat original ending.

- The rating on the IMDB was only 4.8/10. Just go ahead and ignore that. It’s not that bad.

If you can get through the few slow parts it’s a fun watch.

My rating:

⭐️⭐️⭐️ 💫

3.5/5 🎥 🍿

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Blithe Spirit (2020)

EDWARD HALL Bil’s rating (out of 5): B United Kingdom, 2020. Fred Films, Powderkeg Pictures, Align, British Lion Films, IPG Media Pty, StudioCanal UK. Screenplay by Nick Moorcroft, Meg Leonard, Piers Ashworth, based on the play by Noel Coward. Cinematography by Ed Wild. Produced by Hilary Bevan Jones, Meg Leonard, Martin Metz, Nick Moorcroft, Toni Pinnolis, Adrian Politowski, Peter Snell, James…

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OC Masterlist

Band of Brothers

Valerie Harmon - Once a bright-eyed university student, fascinated by all things art history, Valerie's life in France is thrown into chaos by the Nazi invasion, severing her from her family back in Vermont. A chance encounter with an Easy Company Captain reignites previously forgotten hopes of ever seeing home again, but even this is not without its trials.

Camille Whitney - Following the death of her youngest brother on the Western Front, Camille puts her nurse training to use and accompanies Easy Company on their journey through Europe. Utterly family-oriented, she finds new brothers in the men around her, but none could replace the one she has lost.

Marcie Clark - Growing up in San Francisco threw Marcie into the path of Joseph Liebgott, her childhood sweetheart and first love. But after circumstance and prejudice push them apart, it takes a war to reconcile their friendship as what it really is - a romance that never truly faded.

Faye Warren - An aspiring journalist, driven by the legacy of her father, Faye finds frustration in her line of work, constrained by the expectations thrust upon female writers. In a last act of desperation, she chases a story all the way from London to Nazi-occupied France, hoping to find an opportunity amongst the men of Easy Company.

The Pacific

Anna March - After her family is rocked by horrendous tragedy, Anna finds herself permanently changed by the time her childhood friend, Eugene Sledge, returns from war. Both irrevocably scarred by the events of the last few years, they must come to terms with the new people before them whilst still struggling with old, long buried feelings.

SAS: Rogue Heroes

Diana Fayed - Adopted out of poverty by an infamous army general, Diana’s whole life has revolved around proving her worth and becoming the soldier her father believes she can be. Overlooked and dismissed by her superiors, she finally finds a place among the unruly ranks of the newly formed L Detachment, a group that will prove to be her biggest challenge yet.

Masters of The Air

Frances 'Frankie' Bevan - A qualified aircraft mechanic and member of the WAAF, Frankie has spent her entire youth fascinated by all things mechanical. Her latest posting at Thorpe Abbotts promises to be no different from her previous jobs at first, but the 100th Bomb Group are nothing like the RAF pilots she's used to, and Frankie's about to learn that the pain of war will find you no matter where you are.

Georgina 'George' Aarons - Frankie's best friend and a telegraph operator at Thorpe Abbotts, George's budding romance with the pilot Curtis Biddick was only ever going to end in tragedy.

Susie Lamb - A Captain and driver in the Auxiliary Territorial Service, Susie has a reputation for being perhaps the most disliked woman in all of Thorpe Abbotts. However, as the sixth of eight children from a near-impoverished family, it becomes alarmingly clear that the answers to her present lay in her past, and she's not quite the woman everyone thinks she is.

Gwen Dastrup - Chicago native and daughter to Danish immigrants, Gwen's dreams of becoming a published historian are dashed by the breakout of war, and she volunteers with the Red Cross, becoming a clubmobile girl at Thorpe Abbotts. But when she catches the attention of John Brady and RAF Captain Michael Fenton, she is torn between choosing the man she loves and the easiest route to achieving the career she's always aspired to.

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BAFTA winner Vanessa Kirby and 2019 EE Rising Star Award nominee Cynthia Erivo joined Gemma Whelan and Edith Bowman and the rest of the BAFTA jury yesterday for the 2020 EE Rising Star Award.

Celebrating its fifteenth year, recipients of the EE Rising Star Award are some of the most exciting actors and actresses to grace the silver screen. It is the only award at the British film ceremony to be voted for by the British public and is held in high regard, with previous nominees and winners enjoying huge success at the box office, including Daniel Kaluuya, Noel Clarke, Tom Hardy, James McAvoy, John Boyega, Eva Green, Juno Temple, Kristen Stewart, Jack O’Connell, Will Poulter, Tom Holland, and last year’s winner, Letitia Wright.

Kirby said: “It’s been an absolute honour being asked to be a part of this impressive panel of jurors and help make the final decision of who the shortlist will be for the EE Rising Star Award 2020. Today will be tough because we will all be going in with strong opinions on who our favourites are – and the talent is outstanding this year, so I can’t wait to hear the rest of the panel’s thoughts!”

Erivo went on to add; “I was nominated for the EE Rising Star Award last year, so I know just how important this category is and what it means to be nominated. I’m so excited to have the opportunity to have a say in this year’s jury discussion and can’t wait to debate this year’s extraordinarily talented candidates!”

Gathering at the Savoy Hotel in London, the jury panel consists of a line-up of industry experts, all gathered to discuss the longlist of emerging talent. The jury was chaired by Andrew Orr, Managing Director of film production company Independent, and a member of the BAFTA Film Committee. It also included acclaimed casting directors Lucy Bevan(Beauty and the Beast, Maleficent and Murder on the Orient Express) and Nina Gold(The Crown and Game of Thrones); producers Uzma Hasan (The Infidel and FirstBorn), Marc Samuelson (producer, White Mischief and 1984 and BAFTA Film Committee Chair) and Georgina Lowe (Peterloo, Happy-Go-Lucky and Another Year). The jury was completed by prominent film and arts journalists including broadcaster Edith Bowman and film critic Anna Smith.

The EE Rising Star Award nominees will be announced on Monday 6th January, at which point public voting will open and be available to all UK residents at ee.co.uk/BAFTA.

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olivierdemangeon · 5 years

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De faux médiums spécialisés dans les phénomènes paranormaux se retrouvent victimes de leur propre escroquerie quand une mission tourne soudain au cauchemar.

Origine du film : Royaume-Uni Réalisateur : Olaf de Fleur Scénaristes : Ben Ketai, Eva Konstantopoulos Acteurs : Florence Pugh, Celia Imrie, Ben Lloyd-Hughes, Scott Chambers, Georgina Bevan, Stephen McCole Musique : Al Hardiman Genre : Horreur Durée : 88 minutes Date de sortie : 5 octobre 2018 (France) Année de production : 2018 Sociétés de production : Netflix, Catalyst Global Media, Sigma Films, Thruline Entertainment Distribué par : Netflix Titre français : Les Mauvais Esprits Notre note : ★★☆☆☆

“Malevolent” ou “Les Mauvais Esprits” pour la distribution française, est un film d’horreur britannique datant de 2018, réalisé par Olaf de Fleur Johannesson, à qui l’on doit également “City State” (2011). Les acteurs principaux sont Florence Pugh, qu’on a pu voir dans “The Commuter” (2018), Celia Imrie, qu’on a pu voir dans “Finding Your Feet” (2017), Ben Lloyd-Hughes, qu’on a pu voir dans “Divergent” (2017), Scott Chambers, qu’on a pu voir dans “Carnage: Swallowing the Past” (2017), et Georgina Bevan, qu’on a pu voir dans “Juliet, Naked” (2018).

L’histoire proposée par “Malevolent” nous ramène en 1986 en Écosse afin de suivre Jackson (Ben Lloyd-Hughes) et Angela (Florence Pugh), frère et sœur qui, accompagnés par deux autres comparses, ont monté une petite équipe d’enquêteurs paranormaux afin d’escroquer des clients qui croient que leurs maisons sont hantées. L’équipe utilise des éléments tels que des enregistrements et d’autres astuces pour convaincre les clients de la véracité de leurs actions. En outre, ils utilisent la réputation de la mère de la fratrie pour promouvoir les pseudos pouvoirs d’Angela en tant que médium. Une nouvelle cliente, Madame Green (Celia Imrie) les sollicite pour faire stopper les cris d’enfants qu’elle entend dans son manoir. L’équipe s’installe espérant tirer profit de la situation, mais “tel est pris qui croyait prendre” et la situation échappe complètement à leur contrôle les mettant en péril…

Dès le départ, on comprend que le scénario concocté par le duo formé de Ben Ketai et d’Eva Konstantopoulos nous propose une histoire du type “Grave Encounters” (2011) ou plus récemment “Gonjiam: Haunted Asylum” (2016), le found footage en moins. Une équipe de pseudos spécialistes en paranormal qui utilise des trucs et astuces pour faire de l’audience dans le cadre d’émissions diffusées sur Internet. Dans le cas présent, c’est plus sournois, car il s’agit de soutirer de l’argent à des personnes en détresse faces à ce qu’elles pensent être des manifestations d’esprits de membres décédés de leur famille. L’esprit reste cependant le même, des personnes mal intentionnées qui se retrouvent prises à leur propre “jeu”…

La seule originalité de “Malevolent” réside dans le changement de direction dans le développement. On part sur l’idée des forces paranormales qui vont piéger des personnes soit-disant expertes dans le domaine, pour basculer vers le slasher le plus pur. Certains aspects du récit manquent cruellement de fluidité, et c’est au spectateur de combler certains trous dans la narration. Les effets classiques de frayeur, du type portes qui claquent, portes qui s’ouvrent toutes seules, silhouettes qui passent en arrière-plan, fillettes qui apparaissent, etc., laissent la place à des scènes de violence gore. Le principal antagoniste, incarné par Celia Imrie, frappe ses victimes avec un marteau et un burin, leur coud la bouche pour les empêcher de parler, de crier…

La photographie est plutôt pauvre, et le seul intérêt qu’il y avait à positionner l’histoire en 1986 est certainement dû au fait de pouvoir justifier l’absence de technologie actuelle, comme les téléphones portables par exemple. Les quelques effets spéciaux, notamment le maquillage présentant les blessures, sont bien orchestrés. Les scènes de violence sont plus suggérées que montrées. Le cadrage permettant d’éviter l’action, laissant le spectateur se créer mentalement ses propres images, en se référant à la situation et aux effets sonores. La bande musicale du métrage, orchestrée par Al Hardiman, est plutôt discrète et classique.

En conclusion, “Malevolent” est un film d’horreur médiocre disposant d’une histoire classique, d’une intrigue familière et d’un développement insuffisamment gore. Le rythme est poussif par endroits, le récit manque de fluidité, et la narration laisse trop de trous à combler au spectateur. La photographie est modeste, utilisant abusivement de l’obscurité. Les effets de frayeur tout comme les scènes de violence n’offrent aucune originalité. La distribution offre de convenables prestations dominées avec brio par la performance de Celia Imrie dans le rôle de la principale source d’hostilité. Un film qui ne produit pas l’effet escompté…

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MALEVOLENT (2018) ★★☆☆☆ De faux médiums spécialisés dans les phénomènes paranormaux se retrouvent victimes de leur propre escroquerie quand une mission tourne soudain au cauchemar.

#Ben Lloyd-Hughes #Celia Imrie #Florence Pugh #Georgina Bevan #Olaf de Fleur #Scott Chambers #Stephen McCole

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gbhbl · 6 years

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Horror Movie Review: Malevolent (2018)

Malevolent is a horror film directed by Olaf de Fleur Johannesson. It released in 2018 via Netflix. The film follows Angela & Jackson, siblings who lead a team that make money from faked paranormal encounters. However, when they are hired to investigate an old foster home they soon uncover its terrifying past.

Angela & Jackson run a profitable business. They dupe unsuspecting people into…

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#80&039;s #Ben Lloyd-Hughes #Catalyst Global Media #Celia Imrie #Florence Pugh #Georgina Bevan #James Cosmo #Malevolent #Netflix #Netflix Horror #Olaf de Fleur Johannesson #Scott Chambers #Sigma Films #Stephen McCole #Thruline Entertainment

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