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pxnsneverland · 7 months

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Don’t Be Cruel | austin!elvis x oc (part 4)

plot summary: Angel Casteel is a small town girl who lucked into working as a makeup artist at a film studio. Unfortunately, her confidence in herself wavers as she is assigned to work with Elvis on his latest motion picture. Overcome by his star power at first, she slowly starts to realize there is a man behind the fame, a man she understands. But as they grow closer, the world grows more turbulent, especially Elvis's world. Will this Angel be able to save Elvis from himself and the people around him? Or will getting mixed up in his word prove to be her downfall as well?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

pairings: austin!elvis x oc

word count: 1890

warnings/notes: N/A

Chapter 4

Even after a few days, Martin Luther King's death weighed heavily on Elvis' mind. I could see him straining to keep his cool. Even completing the film seemed less important to him. I did my best to console him and distract him from his inner turmoil, but I didn't feel like I was doing enough. The Colonel also attempted to deflect Elvis' attention, despite the fact that his plan contained a whole new musical extravaganza for Elvis. Christmas Elvis.

“Jingles, Jingles,” Colonel Parker sang, “Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus lane,” as he steered a reindeer-drawn sleigh engraved into a 3D copy of the stage Elvis was to play on.

We sat outside around Elvis' trailer, trying to stay cool in the scorching heat of Los Angeles. Elvis shifted his gaze between the Colonel and the diorama. I could see the quiver in his eye as he tried to conceal his disgust at the prospect of a Christmas special. I couldn't disguise my annoyance either. A Christmas special? It was so unlike Elvis, so unlike anything he had ever done. It was out of character, and I was certain his fans would agree.

“Elvis Presley’s Wonderful World of Christmas,” Colonel said, straightening up, “Brought to you by the Singer Sewing Machine Company, to every television set in America.”

“Elvis and Christmas?” I questioned, “It just doesn’t seem right.”

“Why not? My boy is a good Christian son of God. The fans will love it. It only takes three days to tape and there’s no audience.”

“I’m not questioning that Elvis is a Christian. I’m sure his mama taught him well. I’m just sayin’...nothing about Elvis up until now would lead anyone to believe he would sit in front of a fake set and sing Christmas songs.”

“With all due respect, Ms. Casteel, I don’t know why you’re questioning anything that has nothing to do with you.”

“Don’t talk to her like that,” Elvis said, folding his arms, “Angel’s right. Now I ain’t sang and performed live in years, Colonel. I don’t know if a Christmas special is the best way to start that up again.”

Colonel Parker wrinkled his brow. He gave me a disgusted glance before returning his gaze to Elvis. I didn't hate anybody, but Colonel Parker was on his way to being the first. I didn't appreciate how he handled Elvis or how he purposefully sheltered him from anybody else's perspective that contradicted what he wanted Elvis to accomplish. He was attempting to transform Elvis into a puppet, removing the rebel I had grown to know.

“Why not?” Colonel asked Elvis. “A Christmas sweater. Made on the new Singer home knitting apparatus.”

When I looked over at Elvis, he was no longer paying attention to anything Colonel said. On the little TV Jerry had dragged out, he was watching Robert F. Kennedy. I focused my attention on it. He was delivering a speech in protest of Dr. King's assassination. I rose up and approached Elvis, laying a hand on his back. He naturally placed his arm over my shoulder. For days, the TV had been tuned into the riots and carnage in Elvis' birthplace of Memphis. That, more than anything else, had broken him.

“Memphis is burning,” I said quietly, my gaze fixed on the screen.

“You’re right, darlin’. And a damn Christmas special ain’t gonna help.” Elvis strode back over to the Colonel with me in tow. “Is this the best we can do, Admiral?”

“Well, we took the Hollywood phonies for every nickel they had and, after filming ends next week, it is time for us to pack up our tents and move onto greener pastures.” He drew in closer. “We’ve seen Elvis the Rebel. We’ve seen Elvis the Movie Star. Now, we will see Elvis the Family Entertainer.”

“And appliance salesman?” Jerry said from behind us.

Elvis tensed beneath my fingertips. “What did you say?”

I attempted to retain hold of him. “Elvis, don’t…” My grip wasn't strong enough, and he slid out easily, slowly heading towards Jerry. “Jerry was just jokin’.”

“I don’t give a damn if he was jokin’ or not.” Elvis jabbed a finger at Jerry's face. I could see the dark-haired vocalist shaking, but I couldn't tell whether it was from rage or from Colonel's prior statements. “Listen, Jerry, I don’t need you to question me about how I support my family and every goddamn person here! You understand me?! If you don’t like it, you can pack your shit and go back to Memphis.”

Jerry hadn't moved an inch since Elvis approached him. I could feel the intensity in his gaze even though I couldn't see his eyes behind his sunglasses. Jerry stood behind Elvis through it all, no matter what. For him to question Elvis was an indication that he didn't agree with the path Elvis was headed. They locked gazes for a moment, and I was afraid one of them would swing on the other. Instead, Elvis broke the look and went inside his trailer, slamming the door shut behind him.

“You shouldn’t have said that, Jerry,” I admonished, my gaze fixed on the door through which Elvis had vanished.

“Even you think this whole Christmas special thing is stupid.” He pointed at the television. “Look at what’s going on. Look at the world. And we’re going to answer with silly songs about Santa Claus and reindeer.”

“Elvis is tryin’, Jerry! You just don’t understand.” I dashed to the trailer, opening and locking the door behind me.

Elvis sat on the couch, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, lingering. He was looking out into space, conducting an internal conversation with himself. He just glanced up for a split second to see who had broken his silence. When he realized it was me, his face softened. He placed the whiskey glass on the table next to him and indicated for me to approach him. “C’mere, darlin’.”

My body felt like it was becoming hotter and hotter as I came closer to him. I'd become accustomed to his flirtation and playful pining. But the expression on his face was everything but lighthearted or taunting. Despite his kind manner towards me, I had never seen him seem so serious. I took a seat on the sofa next to him. He took my hand quickly and brought it to his lips to kiss my fingers. I let out a low gasp.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured as he looked up at me through his thick lashes, “I shouldn’a went off on Jerry like that. I know he means well.”

“He just doesn’t understand. You’re tryin’ to do everything for everybody. You’re tryin’ not to disappoint anyone, especially the Colonel. But it does go against everything you’ve ever told me you believed about yourself.”

Elvis toyed with my fingers almost hypnotically. He decided to look at this rather than at me. He drew designs on my palm. “You always know how to put what I’m feelin’ into words. You always understand.”

I gave a little grin. “Isn’t that why we became friends that first day? Because we understand each other?”

He put down his preoccupation with my fingers. “Are we really only friends?”

My breath became stuck in my throat. We were, of course. Friends only. It would be absurd to believe there was anything more to it, no matter how much I wanted there to be. I wanted his flirtation to be genuine. I wanted him to feel the same way I did. I wanted to be the one person who had his heart. But a small-town girl like myself, who was nothing unique in any way, had no such prerogative. He could have chosen more worthy people. After next week, after the Christmas special, he'd return to Memphis, and I'd have to accept that I'd never see him again. Tears welled up behind my eyelids, but I would not let them fall. “Elvis…”

Suddenly, Elvis drew me into his arms, squeezing my body against his such that I couldn't move away. Still, he held me as if I were made of glass. I breathed the fragrance that had become his distinctive aroma. He felt so powerful and solid against my body. I imagined he could hold me like this forever. He placed his ear to my lips. “Don’t cha know how I feel about you? The first time I looked into your eyes, dark and blue like a lake in the moonlight. And then we talked and talked and I didn’t feel so alone, so unseen.” He drew back far enough to look me in the eyes. The genuineness I witnessed in him almost broke my heart. “God, I think I fell in love with you right then.”

What I was hearing was unbelievable. I wanted to pinch myself because I thought I was in a dream. I'd fallen in love with him the first time he smiled at me, the sunshine glinting off his black locks. He couldn't possibly love me. Such things do not simply happen. “But…I’m not…I’m not pretty. I’m not famous. I'm nobody. Your fans, your career…what will everyone think seein’ you with me?”

Elvis shook his head, reaching out to cup my face. “Screw all of that. All I know is I don’t want our story to end when this movie is done filmin’. I know how much you risked comin’ out to Hollywood tryin’ to make it alone. But, darlin’, we ain’t got to be alone anymore.” He pulled a stray strand of black hair out of my face. “I’ll protect you. I’ll be with you and as long as I live, you’ll never want for nothin’. Just say you feel the same way.”

I couldn't keep my tears from falling. My heart was swollen to the point that I thought it may explode out of my chest. All I ever wanted to show was that I was more than a small-town girl, that I was more than what my parents thought of me. I simply needed to know that I wasn't bound to suffer and travel around the world alone. It was what drew me to Hollywood. But I had no idea it would lead me to Elvis. “Goddammit, Elvis Presley, of course I feel the same way.”

Elvis' lips were on mine before I could even breathe. We melded together like perfectly fitting puzzle pieces. His lips moved in unison with mine, his tongue stroking mine in a passionate embrace. I couldn't think of anything since my head was so light. My whole existence was overwhelmed by Elvis, by the sentiments I had suppressed for weeks, months. He positioned me so that my back was flat on the sofa, and he hovered over me, the majority of his weight resting on his forearms, which lay on each side of my head. We didn't let go of one other's lips until we both needed to come up for air. Even so, he bowed his head and began kissing my neck lightly.

“Angel…my angel…” he said between touches on my flesh. “Promise you’ll never leave me.”

The idea that I would ever consider it made me want to laugh. When his lips reached a sweet spot, it came out as a moan. "I promise."

Stay tuned for part 5!! Click HERE to view!

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littlenahsstuff · 11 months

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Requests open!

What I write:

Only x reader

No male reader but all will be gender neutral unless specified otherwise when requested

No smut for now

Fluff

Angst

Darkfics (again no smut though)

Poly

Who I wrote for: (if not on this list you can still ask me)

-MCU

Natasha Romanov

Wanda Maximoff

Agatha Harkness

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova

-Resident Evil: Village

Alcina Dimitrescu

Donna Beneviento

Bela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Mother Miranda

-Slashers

Tiffany Valentine

Amanda Young/The Pig

Laurie Strode(ik she ain’t but she’s in the genre)

-Abbot Elementary

Melissa Schemmenti

Janine Teagues

Ava Coleman

-Mean Girls

Regina George

Janis Caplan

Cady Heron

-Sarah Paulson

Pretty much any character besides Bette and Dot, TB Karen, and Mamie. Not exclusive to AHS

-Avatar the Last Airbender/ Legend of Korra

Azula

Katara

Kuvira

Korra

Asami

Lin Beifong

Kya

-Stardew valley

Abigail

Haley

Leah

Emily

Robin

Caroline

Sandy

-MISC.

Kara Danvers (Supergirl)

Lena Luther (supergirl)

Evelyn Deavor(Incredibles 2)

Other, I might do the character you want if I’ve heard of them

#amanda young x reader #sarah paulson x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #agatha harkness x reader #kate bishop x reader #Yelena belova x reader #tiffany valentine x reader #Laurie strode x reader #melissa schemmenti x reader #ava coleman x reader #janine teagues x reader #kara danvers x reader #evelyn deavor x reader

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mayamistake · 6 months

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"There’s nothing to fear in the quaint town of Harrow, New York–except, that is, for the Harrower.

The children wish this boogeyman was just an urban legend, but this purveyor of puritanical vengeance is very real, and there's no escape. The Harrower seems unkillable, and spans generations, always returning…

Alice Young is a teenage girl obsessed with this menacing figure. Will she be able to escape the pull of her morbid fixation? What gruesome secrets will she uncover in the process? Especially as The Harrower begins to stalk her and her friends…

This deconstruction of the slasher genre from writer Justin Jordan (The Strange Talent of Luther Strode) and artist Brahm Revel (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) is the fresh and terrifyingly grounded take on the slasher genre horror fans have been dying for!"

Collects Harrower #1-4.

#horror #halloween

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smillingcartoonist · 10 months

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Recently I found this guy channel in youtube, well the video with Luther Strode appeared on the side and the name ringed a bell, he used to post lore videos of Elden Ring, I guess ! I have not watch any ! and his videos would show up a lot in my recommendations when the game was out last year, since then he turned his channel into one those guys that still stuck in 2014 complaining about WOKE non stop !! anything is woke and Woke is bad and is running everything and yadda yadda yadda !!!

I know that is not much use of listen to this crap, it's all the same argument 'WOKE bad' in every video, but it does something for me ! it remind me that I have a brain !! and I know how to use it, and that this people are very small minded !! also this guy don't read any comics what so ever !! and also if woke is really that bad ! Then why companies still do it since 2014 ?!! none of this idiots can answer that of course !!

I was also gonna say that he have at least 5 videos about Velma, which if someone has at least 2 or more about that show they are either a racist or nazi, but I then i realize that in that screen shoot there are 3 videos about that Cleopatra documentary that no one watched !!!

#youtube recommends me a lot of shit !

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shuttershocky · 10 months

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BTW have you seen Tradd Moore's work on Luther Strode and Doctor Strange?

I have not, vaguely Tradd Moore-shaped silhouette in my inbox!

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mmelki · 11 months

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Luther Strode Commission Work by Michel Melki

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@traddmoore

#michel melki #lutherstrode #traddmoore #inkart #traditionalart #comics

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weird-rat-boi · 2 years

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my material list

what i will not wright!

rape, pedophilia, and that's about it.

what i will wright!!:

angst,fluff, i will wright for all genders(i will also do trans people!!), lgbtq+ stuff, a reader with a disablity or one who doesn't have the best mental health, and i will also wright platonic stuff and a little bit of smut not lots though

Fandoms:

The umbrella academy:

Deigo Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Viktor Hargreeves (i will not do vanya)

Ben Hargreeves

Stranger Things:

Steve harrington

Eddie Munson

Mike Wheeler

Nancy Wheeler

Billy Hargrove

Max Mayfeild

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Robin Buckley (only WLW)

Will Byers (only MLM)

Jonathan Byers

Argle

Jane Hopper/eleven

Slasher movies:

Micheal Myers(2007)

Jason Vorhees

Billy Loomis

Billy Lenz

Brahms Heelshire

Stu Matcher

Tiffany Valentine

Charles Lee Ray

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Bubba Sawyer

Patrick Bateman

Carrie White

Harry Warden

Norman Bates

Final Girls:

Laurie Strode

Nancy Thomson (There's a reason I wont do Fready)

Glen Latz (ik hes a guy but i had to add him and i don't know if he dies)

Adrienne King

Jess Bradford

Sidney Prescott

Kristy Cotton

Marilyn Burns

Stretch

This is a new one lol but i do ahs!!! i mainly do any of evan peters charaters rn it mainly kai anderson, kyle what ever his last name is, and Tate langdon!!!

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luxmaeastra · 2 years

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Grisha were good one for thing it seems - to get results where others hadn't. The blade slid through skin again and again. She'd saved the skeleton, she'd saved her soul deep inside her.

Antinous would begin to notice the missing Vaettir, they'd begin searching now. She knelt in the blood pushing her intent through the shimmering mervost.

By the door had banged open in her tower workshop she had her baby again. She was whole again, truly and fully now.

The Witch staggered backward wrenching as Antinous strode in. He stared in horror before he moved toward her kneeling to her.

"What - what have you got there darling?"

Was she pure now? If she could conjure a child was she fit to be bred finally?

"My daughter, my Evalaina."

She was sure she'd need to run, to do something but right now - right at this moment she felt awe.

Antinous looked to Melantho.

"Send the news out, this - this needs to celebrated shouldn't it Charme?"

Charme looked to Antinous and gave a small smile (prick).

"Yes of course."

The order was sent to call Aerleas and Phelan, to finish what was left hanging 500 years ago.

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Luther could scarcely believe the way things had changed. His Charmaine was back even if she wanted nothing to do with him. He gazed at his daughter in her arms she turned away walking deeper into Spring.

Luther moved inside frowning at the state of the place. He waved his arm and the manor and grounds righted themselves.

"Could you always do that?"

He turned to Tamlin and gave a nod.

"Yes since I've been coming here why?"

Tamlin pointed to his hands with his eyes and Luther stared at the runes.

"I didn't know I had fae blood."

"It seems my families time is done. It's okay Uncle it is yours."

Luther watched as Tamlin transferred what power was left to him. He turned and walked to The Middle.

"The courts would meet I will speak for you - it's okay, it'll all be okay now."

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He had transferred his protections to their daughter. He'd given her the soul that mervost had kept. But somehow he was still alive Anastasiya? Cahir? He knew Cahir had protected her ad Aerleas and Phelan had hunted for her. As he'd fought and died by Aerleas hand as Phelan had howled and brayed.

He found her by the starlight pond. Her words from weeks ago rang in his eyes.

"You seduced a child, and got a child on my body...you knew exactly what game you were playing Luther. Do not deny that, do not insult me like that."

That sharpness wasn't there now, perhaps she was just happy, content. Perhaps the mervost had destoryed her sanity again.

"What is you want Luther? The bond keeps you sane and me protected. I suppose a different variation of our story yes? But neither of those things require you to be near me."

Luther wanted to fight, to yell and say what he had then. He'd loved her, he hadn't meant to seduce her as he had - he'd just. True she'd been sweet, beautiful, the bright spot in a war that was tearing his sanity and his brothers apart. Perhaps he'd made her into something she hadn't truly been - the perfect ingénue.

"I am High Lord of Spring....we have an entire court to protect us now."

She looked to him their girl was asleep. His fingers twitched and he looked to walk away"I thought you were a Witch."

He looked back at him.

"I am but apparently I have enough Fae blood that Spring recognizes it. I doubt the fae will happy, they don't trust witches...is there anything I can get for you?"

//For Charmaine!!//

Was this another of his attempts to sway her, to seduce her as he had once done? Did he think having the possession of a court impressed her? Despite how she had calmed and mellowed over the last few weeks, she could not keep the sting of the past from resonating within her. She couldn’t keep herself from replaying it within her mind.

All that mattered to her was the child that lay asleep, the daughter she had done everything for, she had fought her. Her sweet child. She was all that mattered, not some bond she shared with a male who she still didn’t know if she could trust to treat her with the respect she deserved – he hadn’t done so in the past.

“You can get me peace,” was her simple answer. “If there are going to be problems with the Fae, I need to know now. I cannot raise my child in another world of chaos, I cannot risk the loss again. I worked too hard to ensure she was here, I worked hard to give her the life she deserves.” Charmaine rose from where she was, moving towards Luther.

“You have not yet proven yourself to me of being anything but the male you were in the past.” She needed him to know the weight of what it meant to have her there, he needed to know what she expected if she was to stay. She was not the same doe-eyed girl who would fall for the same charms she had been in the past, she was older and wiser. She had been through so much more since then.

#Muse | Charmaine

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oddygaul · 14 days

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Plane Movie Roundup #1

Initially it felt a little weird to group things as Plane Movies, but then I thought about it some more, and… well, have I really watched something if I've only watched it on a plane? Yes, but also no. I think it’s helpful context to remember I watched something tired, distracted, and with the constant rumble of a jet engine blaring in my ear.

The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar

I actually watched all of this series of shorts except this one last year (The Rat Catcher was my fav), but just now got around to Henry Sugar. So, this applies to all of them, but - I absolutely love the style these shorts are done in. The rapid, feverish monologues while the actors stare the audience down complements Wes Anderson’s style to a T, and the constant shuffle of the sets and stagecraft is enthralling. The actors all swapping between multiple roles adds a very odd drama to the proceedings, and the casting was great as well - I can’t imagine someone I’d rather have locking eyes with me and calmly reciting narration than Richard Ayoade.

Anyway, Henry Sugar in particular was alright. The slow unveiling of the mystery in the first half kept my attention, but when all was said and done it felt a little saccharine. I thought it started to broach a genuinely interesting discussion about the class disparity of skill mastery: for all that we romanticize the idea of the starving artist, isn’t an independently wealthy person, who doesn’t have to spend time worrying or doing anything about their bills, plans or obligations*, able to have a fast track to bettering any skill they want? Doesn’t it feel particularly frustrating that despite creative arts typically being seen as a pure expression of emotion and feeling, due to the massive time investment required to excel, they're tied up in social status just like everything else? The example here was even particularly salient to examining that idea, given the inherent spirituality often suggested by meditation which Sugar clearly lacks.

*Not to mention the cost of equipment and the networking / connections required to actually make a career out of something creative, even if you’ve already gained the skill to do it

And yet, in a twist even more unrealistic than being able to see through solid objects with one’s eyes closed, the laughably wealthy man decides to use his new wealth-gaining technique to better the world and help those around him. What a fairy tale.

Part of me wishes it followed the hinted-at horror tangent of Sugar being unable to see anything beyond the base organic makeup of all the bodies around him… but we have Luther Strode for that, I guess.

Spaceman

Wasn’t really impressed by this movie… I think what the creators found interesting about the premise and what I found interesting about the premise were drastically different. If you came here for Space Madness – Is This Man Really Hanging Out With a Giant Spider or Not??, well, that sucks, because Spaceman is largely disinterested in questioning Jakub’s sanity and is content to accept Hanuš as his giant space therapist with very little fuss. If you’re here for Loneliness in Space – Can One Even Begin to Fathom the Ultimate Desolation of the Void??, again, not so much.

Instead, the movie is essentially Toxic Man Who Was Shitty to His Wife and Spends Way Too Much Time at Work Realizes That’s Bad While in Orbit of Jupiter which… didn’t do much for me. Feels real easy to have an epiphany about how you were wrong when you’re half a solar system away and can’t actually work on that problem in any meaningful way… and then the way he tries reaching out is by sending a generic, manipulative message to his wife and then immediately flinging himself out of his ship on a suicidal one-way spacewalk? Doesn’t really feel like you meaningfully learned your lesson, my guy.

The ridiculousness of the spider did result in some great moments, though. Hanuš rollin out of the pantry eating nutella while saying “Hey, tough break bud, that sounds really rough” like he’s Adam Sandler’s fuckin college roommate was pretty choice.

Enter the Dragon

Initial thoughts: god damn Bruce Lee is hot as fuck Latter thoughts: god damn Bruce Lee is scary

This was my first Bruce Lee movie… and what a trip it was. From the jump, I felt like I was out of my depth in a weird way when he started talking about ‘emotional content’, but still, I enjoyed this from an aesthetic standpoint if nothing else.

Mostly, Enter the Dragon was one of those movies where upon watching it, dozens of other things clicked into place in my head - media that was inspired by it, media that has parodied it, media that’s reverent towards it. And here, unlike many other times where I’ve first experienced older, hugely influential works, I was immensely entertained. The music is groovin start to finish, it has some of the best funny cheese moments (Bruce throwing the snake into the guardroom, the facility guards walking around with nunchuks like that’s a thing that anyone does), and the fight choreo is killer. Lee absolutely schooling O’Hara in their duel with that move like water shit… mmm. Give me more of that.

Okay, so the other thing that really struck me is how fucking scary Bruce Lee is in this movie. Now, maybe I just think of kung fu movies as lighthearted due to their constant parody in pop culture, or because the ones I actually grew up with, like Kung Fu Hustle, are decidedly comedic - but even putting that aside, I think Enter the Dragon genuinely is intentionally tongue-in-cheek much of the time. It even plays into the nonviolent, “don’t worry, they’re just sleeping” trope with Bruce only knocking out the guards on his nighttime excursion. So it came as a real shock every time Bruce Lee just straight up fucking brutally murdered a dude. Look, with O’Hara it makes sense, he absolutely had it coming, but it’s still wild to watch the camera slowly pan into Bruce Lee’s face, fully focusing on his thousand-yard-stare, theremins going wild in the background. Not a man to fuck with.

#will's media thoughts / virtual brain repository #movies #the wonderful story of henry sugar #spaceman #spaceman 2024 #enter the dragon

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