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reflections-in-a-critical-eye · 4 months

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top ten first watches of 2023?

I assume you mean films, right? Anyway, top 10 in no particular order.

Crash was a long time coming, but it took a podcast I used to listen to weekly to finally get to this Cronenberg classic. Bodily modifications? Violent eroticism? Body as a machine? Death & eroticism? It has it all and much more.

For those of you in your 20s and 30s (or even older) who feel alienated in the urban landscape, surrounded by crowds whilst feeling lonely and yearning for any type of human connection, this film is for you.

It's no secret that Brian de Palma wanted to be Hitchcock since he was a baby (I assume, but it sure does look so). You can see it in so many movies of his and Body Double is a perfect example. It even has the misogyny down to a T. But it's also really good and I'm a fan of voyeurism in cinema (from a critical position mostly). This is like Rear Window and Vertigo mashed together, but with 80s hair.

Now this was probably the highlight for me this year. Editor by day, sex worker by night, Kathleen Turner is a force in this film, alongside Anthony Perkins, the perverted priest. But if that is not enough to do the trick, the cinematography and that anal sex scene might do the trick 😉

Who knew Joan Crawford had such a big issue with wire hangers? Not me, but I sure found out in that crazy scene that has one of the most memorable meltdowns in cinema. Every shot of Faye Dunaway screams "I want that Oscar, god damn it!"

Fedora is the late 70s version of Sunset Boulevard and it has the same director. Not as good as that classic, but my god, the clothes! I'd watch it again just for the clothes, particularly that white suit Fedora is wearing in the garden of her villa when she receives that honorary Oscar.

I don't think there's any Paul Schrader film that I didn't like. It wouldn't make sense to call him underrated, but he's better than others from that 1970s gang (cough *de Palma* cough). In Hardcore, a father finds out his daughter went to Los Angeles and started acting in porn. He gets the confirmation when he actually sees her in one film in some shady movie theater. It's a weird and very uncomfortable scene and by comparison, not much, knowing how it will unfold later.

Of course Madonna is always in control of her image and what she allows to be seen or how she comes across. But that doesn't mean there's nothing genuine there, on the contrary. And the camera captures that. The backstage, the everyday conversations, the relationship with the dancers. Real people with real emotions and the more darker parts are allowed to slip in through the cracks. On top of that, it has footage from her tour in 90-91, a reminder of how Madonna is one of the best performers out there, making me wish there'd be a time machine so I can see her live during that time.

For anyone who is a fan of Sex and The City, how about a late 1930s version? Fast pace dialogue, outfits to die for and a cast made almost entirely of women.

The second Cronenberg on the 2023 list. I watched M. Butterfly after seeing Madame Butterfly at the opera. The film is slightly different and it deals with some of my favorite themes in fiction and media lately: gender identities, criticism of colonialism, orientalist fantasies that obscure realities and so much more.

#m thoughts #top 10 films in 2023 #crash david cronenberg #m butterfly #body double #hardcore 1978 #fedora billy wilder #mommy dearest #women 1939 #in bed with Madonna #crimes of passion #vive l'amour

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watching-pictures-move · 2 months

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Movie Review | Beyond the Darkness (D'Amato, 1979)

It goes without saying, but Goblin's score for this is great. It's got some of the proggier DNA of their '70s work, but also with a more pronounced sense of funk like they'd hone in their soundtrack for Tenebre, a driving sense of momentum, and lots of top notch computer beeping and booping. There is one track here that sounds like something by Weather Report, and others that sound like you layered Kraftwerk's Computer World on top of an Italo Disco album. Listen, some of this is probably word salad, but I'm bad at discussing music so this is the best you're gonna get. Anyway, because I was listening to the soundtrack yesterday, I got a hankering to revisit this, especially as I've warmed up to or, more accurately, developed a greater fascination with Joe D'Amato.

What I will say about this, aside from praising the soundtrack, is that it has two great bits of casting. One is Cinzea Monreale, as the deceased wife of the protagonist, as well as her twin sister. Monreale in The Beyond imbued her blind oracle with a great deal of warmth, empathy and poignancy despite the movie around her being so punitive in its violence. Here, most of her screentime is spent playing dead and the rest is spent reminding of you of somebody who's supposed to be dead, but I think that innate warmth serves her well in rendering her characters' psychological impact. There isn't much in the way of the warm and fuzzies in this movie, so there's added weight on her shoulders here.

The other is Franca Stoppi as the protagonist's maid, who seems pretty eager to both assist in his crimes and indulge his more outre desires. Stoppi's severe facial features, with her harshly sculpted cheekbones, jawline and nose, serve her well in playing villainous characters. Although speaking for myself, despite her being ugly-coded, I find her quite striking looking. And this is probably TMI, but you're already a few paragraphs deep into this review so fuck you, you're gonna have to deal with it, but because her character is so unabashedly kinky, I found her really hot in this. But yeah, I liked her a lot here and in The Other Hell, which I suspect is as conventionally good as a Bruno Mattei movie gets. She doesn't appear to have too many other movie roles and most of the other notable ones look to be for other Mattei movies, so perhaps I'll have to give them a look at some point.

All that being said, I didn't like this movie very much when I last saw it and I still don't. I really think it comes down to the protagonist. Kieran Canter has some pretty striking eyes, but he plays the protagonist slack-jawed and bozo-like. Given all the weird and kinky and gross things that the character does (gorehounds will appreciate how gnarly the violence is; a bit where he pulls a victim's fingernails had me wincing pretty hard, plus there's some classic D'Amato face trauma), he needs an obsessive, off kilter quality to make him work. The obvious comparison is the nervy energy Anthony Perkins brings to Psycho, which is a clear inspiration for this movie. And I think D'Amato miscalculates with his matter of fact handling of the proceedings. In this respect, this feels like a predecessor to Absurd, with which this also shares the dark and grey countryside ambience, but I think the bluntness and rigidity of the approach works better in the context of a pure slasher, where the clinical look at the violence compounds the sense of brutality. Here, the fact that the violence is coloured by the protagonist's kinks and obsessions means that it begs to implicate us, and the distance with which D'Amato captures it does anything but.

#film #movie review #beyond the darkness #buio omega #joe d'amato

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falsenote · 3 months

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couldn't avoid comparing that 1957 italian tv adaptation in my head while watching phaedra yesterday and tbh one thing i found amusing in fedra 1957 how insane phaedra was like not in an usual way required for the role (? i suppose... tbh i know nothing about the original i just read the wiki page while watching the 1957 version to make sure i keep up with the autogenerated subs. these two might be not adapting the same thing but nevermind. not that it matters. i'm just talking to myself) but the 1957 phaedra was almost pyschotic with her long monologues which were delivered as if she was having a seizure or was on the verge of dying i was taken aback.... i mean it's basically just a filmed play so of course the theatricality feels a little much on screen but still. i mean there was no question about it from the first minute that she is insane and obsessive. something i missed from the jules dassin version, this evilness was only more explicitly there in the third act or whatever. and in the 1957 play it was so so so funny watching gian maria be so intimidated and literally scared by her. which leads to another thing i kind of thought was a missed opportunity in phaedra 1962 that miss perkins goes into mommy's boy mode from the first moment... like presumably it works better as a narrative in a film like there's more plot to it that way idk. and it did feel more predatory towards the end but still... like i just find evil predatory women in older films so fascinating not bc they are some intricate sensitive thoughtful portrayal of anything but they are more like a projection of male filmmakers writers blabla insecurities and fears. it just feels a little entertaining every once in a while what can i say. and on that note in the 1957 version phaedra was always going like MY INCESTOUS DESIRES..... and it was just so funny to me for some reason like alright then. i just think they could've said the word in the dassin version it would've added to the hystericality to it all. and i really typed all this out when from the 1957 version mostly i just remember gian maria's thighs bc of the silly stockings. i just have to love these old theater costumes they must've been like sorry we cannot give you pants we blew all our budget on the one scene that was lit properly. and it was a very minimal set to begin with.... well. oh and i just KNEW that they would change the death by a sea monster plot point to a car crash. i kind of didn't notice it until that part but did anthony perkins' american accent came out really hard in that scene... something to ponder upon. anyway my review:

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haley-alexandra · 1 year

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Rian Johnson answering the question “how did you chose the people on the zoom call with Benoit?”

Rian: “…fun for Blanc to have as his circle of friends and uh and so I mean Sondheim and Lansbury were just sort of a guideline and that was the first, god obviously we will never get them but it’s not going to hurt to see if we can ask, and before I knew it I was on a zoom call with Stephen Sondheim recording his lines explaining to him the rules of Among Us. And I uh told him ya thank you so much for your work. First of all, for me… he’s for so many reasons, because you are right he, he’s famously a puzzle and a game nut. He also co-wrote with Anthony Perkins, The Last of Sheila. Which is a fantastic 70s whodunnit for anyone who hasn’t seen The Last of Sheila, please check it out. But I also as a musical theatre guy myself, he’s just… just getting a few minutes with him to tell him what his work has meant to me… and I mentioned we were trying to get Angela Lansbury to do it and he said ‘oh Angie? We’re buddies’ and I was like I know, I know… ‘tell her I’m doing it, she’ll do it’ so and ya Angela Lansbury who had no interest in the rules of Among Us… she was so sweet but she was like… I started explaining it and she was like ‘I’ll just do the lines’”

#glass onion #knives out #rian johnson #janelle monáe robinson #janelle monae #kate hudson #stephen sondheim #Sondheim #angela lansbury #knives out glass onion #knives out 2

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mygreatadventurehasbegun · 2 years

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So, I just watched a new-to-me movie tonight: The Trial, directed by Orson Welles and starring Anthony Perkins.

To say this movie is interesting is an understatement...I might go so far as to call it weird (I mean, it is based on a story by Franz Kafka). It is definitely not for everyone, as it is a two-hour slow burn with very surreal and dreamlike imagery. And it is a movie that you have to pay attention to...no checking your phone or laptop, no stepping out of the room quickly to get a snack...while it is a slower burn, things also happen suddenly...and since so much of the story is told visually, you can’t be distracted by other things.

I’m still trying to process this movie...I’m not even sure if I like it...though I know I didn’t dislike it...

Anthony Perkins plays a man who is arrested and put on trial, but he consistently proclaims his innocence, despite never being told what crime he is accused of. And while I say: “arrested and put on trial”, don’t assume, like I did, that he is sitting in a police station or courtroom...instead we are given a journey of him simply processing what is happening, and how to make it go away and realizing that that may not be possible. Anthony Perkins’ performance is outstanding...to say he goes on a journey is an understatement...it’s like he’s trapped in some kind of strange nightmare, and nothing quite makes sense.

And I have to talk about how this film looks...it is absolutely breathtaking. Upon it’s release, Orson Welles actually considered this his best film...and while I haven’t seen them all, on a purely technical level (particularly in terms of shot composition and cinematography), I’d have to agree. There are these incredible wide shots that took my breath away...some filled with people, some desolate and empty...there were many times during the movie where I said out loud: “that’s a great shot”. And some of these shots are so eerie (a couple giving me Carnival of Souls vibes), and combining them with some fairly obvious dubbing, really lends to the dreamlike feel of this film. The film feels like a blend of Silent Cinema, Surrealism and Expressionism, all rolled into one.

If you like “odd” movies and just fantastic filmmaking, I’d recommend checking this one out!

#the trial #the trial 1962 #anthony perkins #orson welles

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thepnictogenwing · 1 year

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system difficulties: on awaking to plurality after far far too long in the dark

we were born in 1974, suffered our worst abuse sometime around 1980 we think (we're still uncertain about what years both my sibling Frisk and myself were subjected to "treatment" from that pediatrician in La Jolla), and remained in an intensely abusive and emotionally neglectful environment for many years afterwards. during all this time, we were profoundly dissociated, having numerous "episodes" that got swallowed up by our subconscious...and we were devouring huge amounts of reading, literature, fiction, and TV media. at Caltech (another hideously abusive place) we immersed ourselves in yet more fiction, movies, and comic books.

it seems highly likely to us that we were experiencing "splitting" events and formation of fictive introjects during all this time...but we were unaware of what exactly was going on, because our self-awareness was almost nil and we were blundering through life in a continual fog of dissociation. only occasionally do we remember getting an inkling that something rather odd was going on with us.

I remember, for example, the feeling of uncanny familiarity that greeted our youthful readings of George Orwell's "1984". it didn't help when I heard the song "'Neath the Spreading Chestnut Tree" off one of Frisk's beloved Glenn Miller recordings—in fact I think it may have been from an 8-track. (Frisk was, and is, fond of antiquated musical recording formats.) I don't know if it was this recording specifically, but it might have been: https://youtu.be/vK17PwWAjaI

anyway...I remember reading the scene where Winston Smith happens to be at the Chestnut Tree Café and sees Jones, Aaronson, and Rutherford...and being haunted by the feeling of an echo for lack of a better way of putting it; I was swept with the feeling that I'd sat in that café, listening to the tinny music. there were other scenes in "1984" that gave me such impressions, but that one in particular. not until decades later, when we were far more aware of our traumas and what they'd done to us, did I realize the truth: we'd developed an introject of Winston Smith.

Smith is one of two introjects present in our system that we've recognized as forming in the distant past. the other is Joseph K. from Franz Kafka's "The Trial", and it's possible that he's originally from Frisk's headspace and not mine; but now that Frisk's existence is only a sort of virtual one (my elder sibling died in 2006 by their own hand, but introjected into the Pnictogen Wing in 2019) it's not entirely clear. after all, we'd both read "The Trial" at an early age, and we've both seen the 1962 Orson Welles film who supplied us with our most memorable visual image of Joseph K. (in our headspace, he's taken the form of Anthony Perkins's portrayal of K.)

the Pnictogen Wing contains some dozens of fictive introjects, most of them from relatively recent material: it wasn't until 2015-16 that we were starting to wake up, very slowly at first, to having an unusual nature. hence most of the fictive introjects who made their presence known are from fiction to which we were exposed from 2015 onward. but the presence of Winston Smith and Joseph K. in our headspace suggests something a bit worrying: they're introjects who would have formed decades ago, so...does that mean there's OTHER fictive persons lurking in our headspace from before 2015?

just how big is our system? how vast is our headspace really? we've picked up hints that somehow it comprises enormous territories—we've been having real difficulties with accepting this because it feels presumptuous, arrogant, even prideful to say something like "the Pnictogen Wing's headspace is contiguous with Tolkien's Middle-Earth"...even though it's very likely to be true, because of just how much time we once spent in "maladaptive daydreaming" about Middle-Earth.

are there persons lurking in the Pnictogen Wing somewhere who are causing us trouble? how can we hope to unearth them?

~Chara of Pnictogen

#plurality #plural talk #plural system #plural stuff #headspace #introjection #fictivetalk #fictive things #fictive stuff #winston smith #joseph k

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whoslaurapalmer · 1 year

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glass onion glass onion glass onion

-i liked it a lot!!! but i do agree it’s not as stellar as knives out was. -for me it’s bc like.......the Stakes are different. in a personal family murder, the stakes are confined to the family. in RICH PEOPLE WORLD TECHNOLOGY MURDER the stakes are just bigger bc it’s not confined to one group of people, and those kinds of murders just always feel, unsatisfying to me, IN MY OWN PERSONAL ONION, they just don’t feel as tight as when it’s on a smaller scale. -like, for me, as a comparison, hitchcock’s least successful movies, in my eyes, are his ones about, big government things and politics. i enjoy north by northwest but even that one falls kind of flat for me in terms of, like, shadow of a doubt and rope (-i also watched it for the first time at age, 10, so did i grasp it?? not at all. i don’t think i really did until. uh. this year. but anyway) -yes the murder is confined to the group of people but it’s like.......there’s more worldly implications around it. which i just don’t dig personally -but i liked that it went so different, too, like that!! -and it does make sense with the Rich People vibe, i do have to give it that. (-oh, you could call the uh.......what was it. the science, chip, thing. its own macguffin, re: hitchcock’s mysteries)

-first hour was a bit slow, but once helen came in it REALLY PICKED UP and i loved where it went!!! -i loved helen, what a delight -her sister’s diary that she uses as her clue notebook saving her life from the gunshot..........andi protecting her sister, even while dead, their connection still existing no matter what happened

-cassandra sharing her name with the woman who told the truth and no one believed......

-shout out to hugh grant in an apron with a little sourdough starter jar. i love a random hugh grant -and as benoit’s partner?? i liked it -give me more of them

-ANGELA LANSBURY MY BELOVED OH MY GOD. ANGELA LANSBURY PLAYING AMONG US WITH THE USERNAME ‘MSHESOLVED’ -ANGELA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -angela 💖 -the greatest detective hanging out with the woman who played one of the most recognizable and famous fictional detectives.........💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 -and sondheim!! and kareem abdul-jabbar!! and natasha lyonne!! -very excited for that peacock series next year w natasha btw

-i love the ‘character with profession is not good at games relating to the profession’ trope. benoit being terrible at among us and hating clue is delightful

-it has the true murder mystery optimistic ending, i thought, with everyone turning on miles and admitting the actual truth on the steps, but we also have no reason to believe.......they’ll stay that way -them destroying the glass too was sooooooooooo tone deaf of them and great. like it mattered that like........they don’t immediately destroy it with helen. they’re still removed from her. they don’t understand why she’s really doing it, where that calm, glittering anger and vengeance comes from, what it means to her, what these people did to her sister and how it destroyed her and how they let it, how they were culpable, and they can’t untangle their lives from miles and money, even in one brief moment of anger and frustration or one brief singular moment of understanding, they still can’t really truly do it -but it is nice to think that they could be better people. but like ultimately, they do really suck, too. like, damn

-me: /googling derol’s actor me: .......TROOPER WAGNER?? my mom: ????? TROOPER WAGNER?????? me: my god. what a guy

-so back in september i watched the last of sheila, bc it was on tcm and they said it was a big influence on this, and i’m SO GLAD I WATCHED IT YOU CAN SEE IT SOOOOOOOO MUCH IN GLASS ONION AND IT WAS FASCINATING -you can see pieces of it in knives out, too, along with of course sleuth and, in my onion, 44 laura -i do recommend watching sheila if you can, it’s a fucking time. -stephen sondheim co-wrote the script of sheila, btw, with ANTHONY PERKINS, based on their mystery parties

-benoit monologuing in knives out to solve the case vs benoit monologuing to give helen time to search the glass onion

-shout out to JACKIE HOFFMAN she’s so delightful

-i might have more to say when i roll it around a little more but i did really like it a lot, and i think it was very successful though will not quite have a place in my heart like knives out does. will watch again, hope more people start making more murder mysteries bc they’re always so much fun and my favorite

#glass onion spoilers

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zoeyhope-23 · 25 days

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Your Inconvenience Will Not Be Tolerated (Zellner+You [All]/Fiction)

TW/ This will have mentions of self harm thoughts and discussions of suicide. If those topics make you uncomfortable, I suggest you don't read this as your mental health matters more than this. I advise a ton of reader discretion.

Contains: Slight bullying & positive affirmations

You: *looks out the window of the moving train*

Stranger: *staring daggers at you*

You: *turns to the stranger* What?

Stranger: You disgust me.

You: Excuse me?

Stranger: You wanna know why?

You: No. No, I do not.

Stranger: It's because-

You: I said no! Let me have some peace please?!

Stranger: And why should I? Why should I let you have a bubble filled with such disgusting words of negativity? People like you are the reason why we can't have "peace" anymore.

You: And you're spewing bullshit because...?

Stranger: Because you and so many vermins wanna shove your beliefs of death down our throats!

You: What the hell are you talking about? Have you been watching me write in my notebook the whole time?!

Stranger: Your writing is terrible! Write something else!

You: I guess this is what I get for trying to keep myself from panicking? This is what I get for trying to feel like a weight won't be on my chest anymore? Tell me, do you kiss your mommy with that big mouth? Because I have a feeling that you use it to suck di-

Policeman: Impertinent.

You & Stranger: Excuse us?

Policeman: What is the matter? I don't understand why you are causing a scene. Is there something wrong?

Stranger: Why yes, officer.

Policeman: Constable, actually. I am Constable Anton Jakob Zellner.

Stranger: Well, whatever. This [boy/girl/person] thinks [he/she/they] can shove suicide down our throats by writing their failed attempts in [his/her/their] stupid book of "secrets"! I CAN CLEARLY SEE [HIS/HER/THEIR] WORDS OF.....OF.......SUCH DEVILISH BEHAVIOR!

Zellner: I.....I don't understand why this fine [gentleman/lady/human] would offend you by writing their feelings down without harm. [Is he/Is she/Are they] bothering you personally?

Stranger: YES, CONSTABLE! I want [him/her/them] out of my sight!

You: Actually, I would like to stay here. This is the only available seat in this kart that has windows because I like to look at the view. This is the only kart with windows on this train alone.

Zellner: As you wish, [sir/madam/fellow].

Stranger: Really? You're siding with this vermin garbage?

Zellner: Yes I am. I would much rather help vermin garbage than help a vermin rat that sounds like needles on a chalkboard whenever they speak.

You: OOP?!😯😳🤭🤐

Stranger: *scoffs* You.....you rotten imbecile piece of-

Zellner: You inconvenience will not be tolerated. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to move to the next kart.

Stranger: *gets up* Asshole. *walks away*

You: *sigh* I am truly sorry you had to hear me talk about his mom.

Zellner: *chuckles* I wouldn't worry about it. May I give you a word of advice?

You: Of course!

Zellner: Your skin is something made out of epidermis. What you are doing is cutting through the epidermis like it was made of paper. Have you ever heard the phrase "Your skin is not paper"?

You: I.....have not.

Zellner: Your skin, or the epidermis, is never to be cut because the blood is important to keep in order to help function your energy. You may not care about that in the moment, but I also want you to think about something else besides you wanting to split the epidermis. Think about the trips you have always wanted to take. Think about people you want to meet. Think about...your favorite celebrity.

You: You.....you mean......Anthony Perkins?

Zellner: Pardon?

You: Oh.....I thought you knew.

Zellner: I have actually heard of him. Wouldn't you ever want to meet him one day?

You: *silently thinking for 10 seconds* I do.

Zellner: Then don't drain out your blood. Use your energy to reach your goals. I have already used mine and met my favorite author Clarissa Westmacott. That was.....before she passed 2 years later. But, I still cherish those memories in my heart for the rest of my life. Would you want to take your own life before you make a memory you always wanted to cherish?

You: I......no. No, I wouldn't.

Zellner: That journal is your key to a good life. Keep writing. That will help you from giving in to your darkest thoughts.

You: Honestly, Constable, you seem like the grand-dad I never had.

Zellner: That's.....very touching. Thank you for the gesture, young [man/lady/one].

You: I know this is an odd request, but can you please look after us passengers in this kart so that nothing bad ever happens?

Zellner: That's not odd at all. Of course I will.

You: Thanks, Constable....uh.....what's your name again?

Zellner: Constable Zellner.

You: Thank you, Zellner. *bows politely*

Zellner: *bows back*

#TheRaven #TheRavenRemastered #LegacyOfAMasterTheif #AntonJakobZellner #Zellner

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anthonysstupiddailyblog · 11 months

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Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (435): Fri 26th May 2023

This morning my manager came over to me with his laptop and gave me some shit about how I’d flagged up for "productivity". I don't know if this means that I'd made a load of mistakes or if I just hadn't stowed enough items. Either way it’s ridiculous because they know that the items we get given are delivered completely randomly and we have no control over it. The way it works at the factory is that we're judged on a six week basis meaning that if I don't flag up again in the next six weeks then it won't result in a warning and hopefully because we've got a shitload of new starters this months I should be in the clear because I'm hardly likely to make more mistakes or stow less items than a bunch of fuckers who have never done the job before right? Plus with the summer peak period coming up I'll hopefully be getting moved from stow to other areas much more often. When I went for my dinner the dinner lady asked me if I’d shaved off my beard because I was unrecognizable to her. I asked if the meant this in a good way or bad way and she said a good way as being clean shaven made me look much younger. This would have been much more flattering if this had come from a much younger pretty lass and not a haggard old bint with a face like a bulldog licking piss of a nettle bush. I tuned into tonight's Taskmaster final in which Mae Martin was crowned the winner. I've been zoning in and out of this current series but the bits I have seen have proven very entertaining mostly due to Frankie Boyle not really giving a shit about winning and just going along with the format. I really hope that one day Daniel Kitson breaks his no TV rule and does this show. He doesn't do TV because he doesn't trust how he will be edited and he doesn't want a bunch of new people coming to his gigs because they think that what he's like on TV will be the same as what he's like live. Ross Noble would be another dream booking for this show and he's been asked before but turned it down because in his words he doesn't want to gain a reputation as one of those comics who's never off the TV. I get what he means but he had his own show once which ran for three seasons and Taskmaster typically only runs for about ten weeks of the year and seasons don't get repeated on TV they are made available on 4OD so he'd only be on the TV for those 10 weeks. At the conclusion of this episode I crossed my fingers and hoped that either of these two comedy legends would be announced for the show and then ended up lamenting the fact that I won't be watching the next series at all because...urgh...Sue Perkins

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dylan-hague · 2 years

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In tonight’s thrilling episode of “Dylan, please go to bed”:

I think I finally figured out what bothers me about Scream 5, and why it slips lower in my personal rankings with each rewatch.

I feel like Scream 5… hates the Scream franchise.

Potentially hot take incoming.

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Scream 5, in concept, is great. Returning to the site of the original murders, seeing our favorites back in the chaos alongside a cast of new characters that bring a new flavor to the story, with a twist that feels brutally personal with roots at the very heart of the franchise.

Can’t lose, right? It sounds like an outstanding movie. In fact, that is an outstanding movie.

One that already exists. Wes Craven and Kevin Williamson literally made that movie already in 2011. They called it Scream 4.

Scream 5, upon rewatching, follows a LOT of the same story beats as Scream 4. New kids getting ripped up by Ghostface while someone (who happens to be one of the killers) is literally watching Scream in the background, and our beloved trio is also mixed up in the action.

However, Scream 5 also cribs from another Scream. Specifically, Scream 1.

One of the killers is the final girl’s boyfriend. We open with a Ghostface trivia scene. The final girl struggles to come to terms with her parental issues.

Scream 5 adores Scream 1… maybe too much.

Scream 1 is full of cheeky references to other horror movies. From the trivia game, to Freddy Kreuger in the hallway, to watching Halloween at the party, to of course “Anthony Perkins, Psycho.” Scream 1 LOVES horror movies. And it works a treat, because hey! So do we!

Scream 5 is full of cheeky references to… Scream. Not the Scream franchise, mind you. Just Scream 1.

The trivia scene homage that appears in S5 is literally all about Scream 1. The climax of the movie takes place in the exact same house Scream 1 climaxed in. Scream 5’s climax also happens immediately after a party in that house, just like in Scream 1. Heck, one of the characters is literally watching Scream 1 at that party.

Are there any references to the rest of the franchise? I mean, there’s a couple of blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moments. Sidney mentions Mark from Scream 3 once, a YouTube recommendation that appears for maybe three seconds confirms the survival of Scream 4’s Kirby Reed. Officer Hicks from Scream 4 (who, while I disliked her when I first saw the movie, has since grown on me) is present in S5… for exactly one scene, before she becomes a tack-on kill inside a new character’s death scene.

And the thing I mentioned about the twist earlier? “brutally personal with roots at the very heart of the franchise”? Key difference.

Scream 4’s twist is about Sidney, and how a kid’s obsession with escaping long shadows and attaining glory drove her to do terrible things.

Scream 5’s twist is about… loving Scream 1 so much you’re willing to kill people for it.

One of the killers states in his monologue “We all know there hasn’t been a truly GREAT Stab movie since the original!”

I wonder if the crew realized how much their own movie echoed this rhetoric. Scream 5 is dismissive of Screams 2 & 3, and openly hostile to Scream 4.

Every time I watch it again, it feels like the movie is yelling “look, everyone loves Scream 1! Remember how fun it was in 1996 to watch people die in Woodsboro? We can do it again! We’re just the same, but new! You don’t need any of the other Screams, you just need us!”

… But we like the other Screams. I’ve never met a Scream fan who didn’t like the other Screams. Sure, Scream 4 got a rocky reception at the time, but lately there are hordes of people holding it up as their favorite of the franchise.

So why does Scream 5 hate the Scream movies so much?

Who is this movie really for?

I dunno… look, this isn’t meant to knock Scream 5 or its fans too much. I still really enjoy it for what it is. It’s got some of the best slasher kills I’ve ever seen, and my favorite end credits theme in the franchise.

I just wish it wasn’t so hateful of its own roots.

#not a chapter #dylan rambles #dylan rants #dylan talks #scream #scream 2 #scream 3 #scream 4 #scream 5 #sidney prescott #wes craven #kevin williamson

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And i think not only Ransone, but every actor in that cast could have done something truly spectacular if they were given just a little bit room to actually portray these characters as well rounded human beings and not just cardboard cutouts existing for the sole purpose of pushing the plot along…

What’s especially frustrating is that i‘m totally used to having to separate any King-adaption from the book so i can enjoy it as they just never really capture the essence/feeling of the og, but this time i actually had high hopes bc for the first time, the actors they casted were, imho, visually really fitting.

(From what i‘ve gathered you will probably disagree so hard with me here lmao, but i think Ransone was a nearly perfect choice for Eddie. That Anthony Perkins mention in relation to his appearance just stuck with me the most ig)

NO EXACTLY. i mean personally i’m very partial to 90s eddie appearance-wise but yeah as far as staying loyal to the book i think ransone is a really good choice, + i am also mildly obsessed with that brief anthony perkins comment in the book (the implications). and the adult losers were all cast REALLY well visually. but like it is very much like they’re just cutouts to push the plot, even in ch 1, and then they kind of lost the plot in ch 2 so the movie was left with no characters and no plot. and they’re all like capable actors, it could’ve been really good if the writing were improved

#asks

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wildspringday · 3 years

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psycho + f a c e l e s s

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Hi hi 🦇 Bat here! Hope you’re doing well. I have another ghostface question for ya- how do you think the boys would decorate? I know we see Stus house a little, but I don’t mean their parents houses. I mean like if they had their own house together, what do you think they would make their house look like? Would it be tasteful, or just messy with like, murder-plot maps laid out everywhere lol. Or would there be a specific style? And would they agree on it or would they fight about stuff? Super weird, specific question, just something I was wondering about and wanted your thoughts!

This is such a great question! Well firstly, they absolutely would not have murder plans strewn anywhere. They're a lot of things, but they're not stupid (assuming this is an AU where they actually planned everything out better). So for their own place I could see:

Living room - Latest and biggest TV model they could find. Full on TV console. A couch like this but in maybe a darker gray. The walls would for sure be covered in framed vintage movie posters, mostly horror but their faves from other genres as well like this. I could see them having a mini fridge near the couch with beers and soda.

Kitchen - Something like this. I don't think they'd have a dining table, and instead just use those bar stools and eat on the countertop.

Stu's room - A lot like we glimpsed in the movie during the Sidney chase scene at the end. Messy-ish, lived in. Maybe he'd also have his surfboard hanging from the ceiling and some more horror paraphernalia. I spotted some posters, a mini soccer ball on his desk, and a magazine clipping of some bikini clad girl. He'd probs still have those things.

Billy's room - Hoo hoo here's where I let me imagination run wild, since we never saw his room. He 100% has black lights and posters of his favorite horror movies, bands, and musicians. It's a little less messy than Stu's room, but not by much and is still pretty messy. I could see him having a knife collection that he has displayed (none that he uses for murder of course). I could see him having posters of his favorite actors/actresses like Jodie Foster and Anthony Perkins. Has a book shelf full of his favorite authors like Shirley Jackson, Stephen King, and H.P Lovecraft (I see Billy as lowkey liking to read, especially psych. horror and cosmic horror). Like this but less halloween-themed and more like I just described.

I could see Billy and Stu having two separate rooms for the sake of having a sanctuary to escape to, but sleeping primarily in Stu's room together at night once/if they're together.

#billy loomis #stu macher #scream 1996 #billy loomis headcanons #stu macher headcanons #slasher imagines #ghostface

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About G saying to fans that he has a family to go back to, it is just the classic G from since 2016 when he introduced the Famewhore Beard and wanted to sell the rship as real because unfortunately for whomever masterminded this clusterfuck that rship has NEVER seemed real due to the two having no chem and obvi not liking each other much even as normal humans would. She has always belittled him from Day 1: How romantic!!! Always reminding us and him how she is Mrs. DPT and he only has a Bachelor's degree, he is her sharpei/servant, her boy, lemme stick my foot in your face boy, you best not forget who holds the card and can blackmail your ass to oblivion so you best give me that wedding and that kid, boy😟. G ALWAYS needs to spell out to the public even in all his interviews how blissful his life is meanwhile he looks like he about to jump off the planet for the past 2 years especially.

So like that Opr*h gif says ,"what is the truth???" Stop performing. No one is buying it cuz you talk too much when you don't need to and that's usually a telltale of lying

I have always found it interesting that someone told FamGuy that he is an Anthony Perkins type white dude and how that set in motion him sticking a bit more to the script but because he is lying aka can't feel the material he is given to work with, he has been phoning it so much and so making his declarations contradict his own demeanor/actions.

So what is the truth??? We have eyes and his Famewhore go-to babby mama (let me use her own choice of words; go-to baby daddy meets go-to baby mama, right???) has posted SO much and provided all the exhibits of a man who looks indifferent and inattentive to the woman we are supposed to believe he is in love with. He can't even touch her normally without acting like she is laced with cyanide😂 It's really sad. Why the need to convince us that he is happy. Just act it. Stop looking gloomy BUT he can't help it; SO then that's seems more like the truth cuz unscripted moments reveal the truth. So just live your life and stop performing for people.

Also WHO sold him out like that to FamGuy cuz that person is one vicious motherfucka, DAMN!!!😟That stuff is out there for posterity. That's so mean y'all. No wonder he looks depressed and super anxious BUT if it isn't true just live your life, bro!!! Truth is always better than Lies even when truth my rock the boat and cause a stir

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english love affair [tom holland x reader]

➽ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader ➽ word count: 2.1k ➽ summary: you attend the bronx school of science, and you’re immediately taken by the new student: ben perkins. ➽ warnings: deception ig? ➽ a/n: PART 1! no idea how many parts this is gonna be, but stick around! (taglist link is in bio)

As soon as you stepped off the bus, you heard the chattering that only came from one occurrence. A new kid. That confused you, though. It certainly wasn’t unheard of for kids to drop in halfway through the semester, but, at your school, it was rare. The Bronx School of Science was an elite high school and it took amazing test scores and the grace of God to get in, so a new kid in the middle of the year was a rarity.

You saw him the moment you walked into your first period chemistry class. After all, he was the only face you didn’t recognize. Dark, curly hair that was just a bit long, with rosy cheeks and wide brown eyes. He seemed nervous; as new kids usually were. He wore a red hoodie, his hands shoved deep into the front pocket, and he was looking all around the room. The seat next to him was empty and, while it wasn’t your usual place, there was no formal seating chart. “You new?” you asked, swinging your backpack to the floor.

The boy looked at you with a keen alertness in his dark eyes, and he swallowed thickly. “Yeah,” he laughed softly. He sounded a little Queens, maybe; perhaps even Brooklyn. “Just, uh… Just moved here.”

“Nice,” you said. “From where?”

The boy clenched his jaw. “Queens,” he said, and you nodded.

“Well, welcome to the Bronx,” you laughed. “I’m Y/N.”

“Ben,” he said quickly. “Ah, Ben Perkins.”

“Ben Perkins from Queens,” you repeated. “What brings you here?”

Ben shrugged. “Parents,” he mumbled simply. Ben seemed like a guy of few words, but you didn’t mind too much. It was a welcome change from the other guys at your school who wouldn’t shut up.

You decided to not really say much to Ben. If he didn’t feel like talking, you didn’t want to push him and make him uncomfortable. The first day at a new school was stressful. “If you need help with any classes or anything, just let me know. Getting into the routine here is hard as shit.”

“Thanks,” Ben told you with a nod. “That’s quite nice.”

You couldn’t place why the usage of the word “quite” tickled the back of your brain. Maybe because you had never heard anyone use it like that. “You’re quite welcome,” you replied, biting the tip of your tongue. Ben looked at you and the rosiness in his cheeks grew deeper as he smiled.

The class started normally, until your teacher got to the Ps on the roll sheet. “Oh!” she cried. “We have a new student! Benjamin Perkins!”

Ben’s face grew red, this time not from laughter. He gave a quick two-finger to the class, and he mumbled, “Just Ben is fine, actually.”

“Welcome to the Bronx School, Ben,” your teacher said. “I’m sure you’ll do great here.”

About halfway through the lesson, you looked at the boy sitting beside you. He wore jeans and scuffed sneakers with the red hoodie, a dark curl bouncing along his forehead as he looked at the board and diligently copied notes. He was cute, a lot cuter than any boys you knew, and you wondered what he was like when he was in his element. His hands were big, veins popping as he gripped his pencil tightly. You took a second look at the mechanical pencil, and your heart soared. Quickly, you ripped a page out of your notebook and scribbled a quick “i like your pencil :)”, and you passed it over to Ben.

He tore his attention away from the lecture for long enough to look at your note, then at the pencil. It was red and blue with various white spiderwebs all around it. You liked the Spiderman pencil; your dad had practically raised you on the Toby Maguire Spiderman movies, so you liked anything Spiderman. In fact, you had been Spiderman for Halloween three years in a row when you were little. Not Spiderwoman, you said, Spiderman. Ben wrote something down and gave you the paper back, and you bit your lip as you read his message.

“spiderman’s pretty cool i guess. you like the movies?”

“yeah!! toby maguire’s awesome”

“cool. i like them too :)”

You invited Ben to sit with you at lunch, and he did. You usually sat alone, and you secretly liked having Ben there with you. You two talked about Spiderman, mostly: how Toby was a better Peter Parker but Andrew Garfield was the better Spiderman. “You know,” you started. “In the comics, Peter Parker becomes, like, an intern for Tony Stark. Tony makes him this suit and he becomes the Iron Spider.”

“Really?” Ben said. His eyebrows went up, and he scratched at a few upturned hairs. “That sounds cool.”

“I wish they’d add Spiderman to the MCU,” you added. “I think he’d fit really well with everyone, ya know? I mean, I guess they’d have to cast the right guy, but…” You shrugged. “A girl can dream, right?”

“Sure thing,” Ben said. “I like Robert Downey Jr. a lot, he seems really fun.”

“Oh, definitely!” you agreed. “And Chris Evans! Man, I’d love to meet them, I would just die right there.”

Ben smiled and nodded along with you, and he slotted his chin into his palm as he listened to you chatter about Avengers: Age of Ultron and Ant-Man. There was a hint of a smile on his lips, and you stopped mid sentence when you noticed it. “I just think Elizabeth Olsen is so underrated, and-- Ben. You alright?”

Ben blinked a few times. “Yeah,” he said. “M’all good. Just listening to you.”

You flushed. “I’m not talking too much?” you asked, feeling the urge to sink into yourself. “I’ve been told I do that.”

“No, not at all,” Ben said quickly. “I like it. I like how people get when they get excited about something, you know? It’s cute.”

“Cute,” you repeated, rolling the word around your mouth. Did Ben just call you cute? Or did he call the whole concept of your dumb blathering about some movies cute? Did that still qualify as calling you cute? You raised your eyes to his and, nervously picking at a loose thread on your sweater, hazarded, “You think I’m cute?”

Ben shrugged. “I mean, yeah,” he said, as if it was obvious. “You just seem so passionate about those movies. I would listen to you talk about them for a long time.”

“You wouldn’t want to.”

“I do,” Ben said quickly. “I promise you, I don’t mind one bit. I’d tell you if I did.”

You nodded again, and you scooted just a bit closer to Ben. “For the record,” you started. “I think you’re cute too.”

Ben smiled, little dimples appearing in his cheeks. “Cool.”

Before the day ended, Ben had given you his phone number. “I don’t have Snapchat or anything,” he said. “Strict parents, ya know? But I’d love to talk to you.”

You liked the way that Ben texted. He used a lot of emojis and even a few goofy emoticon faces, a la 2012, and he signed every text off with xx. With texting, you felt like Ben was a little more open than at school, probably because it was just the two of you, completely private. And, man, did the boy talk. He sent two, three, four messages in a row, just spewing thoughts the second he thought them. You didn’t mind one single bit, though; but your parents did.

Even though the sound was off and your phone was in your pocket, the entire dinner table could hear your phone buzzing. “Is someone calling you?” your dad asked. “Your phone just keeps going off.”

“Oh, no,” you said, your face going warm. Quickly, you pulled out your phone and set it completely silent, and the buzzing ceased. “Sorry. Just texts.”

“From who?” you mom asked.

“A boy from school,” you began, fully intent on explaining the situation, but your little brother was quicker to the uptake than you.

“Ooh, Y/N has a boyfriend!” he squealed.

“Shut up, you little fungus!” you hissed. Brothers of any age were unbearable, but 13 was an especially difficult age, you had come to find.

“Don’t call your brother a fungus,” you mom sighed. “That boy’s texting you an awful lot, though, Y/N.”

You shrugged. “He’s new,” you said. “Just asking questions about school and stuff.”

“And his name?” your dad asked.

“Ben Perkins,” you said. “He just moved from Queens.”

“He’s a senior?” your mom asked and, when you nodded, her eyebrows creased. “That poor boy, moving schools in the middle of his senior year. Well, good for you, making new friends. I bet he really appreciates you.”

Tom slumped himself down on the couch. You weren’t answering his texts and, while he knew that you probably had homework or were eating dinner or any number of other things, he couldn’t help the anxiety that filled him at the thought that maybe he had scared you off.

Tom hadn’t had a normal high school experience by any means. Sure, secondary school was a thing that was semi-normal, but normal in the sense that everyone around him was in the same boat. And he was certain that British secondary school was a hell of a lot different than American high school. Hence, the joke that had landed him here.

“It would be funny if I went to an American high school for a few days. Just to see what it’s like, ya know?”

Apparently, Anthony and Joe Russo didn’t seem to understand his British sense of humor, because he was on a flight to New York within the week. The Russos had helped him come up with the bare bones of a backstory: Ben Perkins, originally from Queens. American. 17. Quiet. It was a far cry from Tom Holland, originally from London, British, 19, and loud. But the Russos, in their infinite wisdom, had seen through Tom’s joke and understood something that was integral to the character that had taken Tom a few days to really see.

Peter B. Parker was a high schooler. A smart one, an unusual one, but he was still 15 and trying to understand himself and the world. Tom didn’t have that knowledge; at least, not in the way that Peter Parker would have had it. He needed to see the inside of an American high school to get to the core of his character, and even Tom understood that. The filming for Captain America: Civil War hadn’t started and the news of Spidey’s introduction into the Marvel Cinematic Universe hadn’t hit the airwaves yet, but Tom knew that, if his contract was to be upheld in the way that Sony and Marvel had promised, he would have plenty of time to use this high school experience to better the character.

Tom really and truly did not intend to develop a crush on a girl. Yes, a beautiful, smart, and funny girl that shared a love for the same things he did, but he was sure that the Russos would disapprove of it. After all, he was only slated to go to the Bronx School of Science for three days. There wasn’t nearly enough time to have anything more than a crush. But you. There was something about you, something intangible. He had felt a pull in his stomach when you first walked into the room and, when he had texted Harry about it, his brother had only laughed at him and made a joke about wanting to get his dick wet. And, yes, while that thought was in Tom’s mind, you were already so much more to him than that.

As much as Ben Perkins was a character, Tom felt like he could be himself around you. He had shared stories from growing up, mostly about his brothers pulling shenanigans, and had shown you pictures of him and Tessa when he had first gotten her. The little squeal and sigh that had left you when you saw the puppy made his heart swell. Then, he had said something that still made his stomach turn: “Maybe you can meet her soon.”

What a great fucking thing to say to someone that he would have to abandon in three days. Sure, he could keep texting you after he left, but he would have to explain everything to you. He knew what your reaction would be, too; somewhere along the lines of laughing at him and going, “Dude, you’re fuckin’ nuts, bro.” Or, on the other end of the spectrum, getting mad at him for lying to you. He was sure that you would be more mad than amused. And, after the conversation that you two had shared about your requited love for Spiderman, he knew that trying to tell you wouldn’t land him anywhere except alone again.

And, God. Tom was tired of being alone.

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