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silvascribble · 1 year
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A new empire, just for us. What do you say, darling?
(Goncharov 1973)
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abs0luteb4stard · 8 months
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W A T C H I N G
I've always wanted to see this crime neo noir.
The Wachowskis are so stylistically brilliant.
There's so many shades the Matrix, the old rotary dial phone ringing in an empty room. The lighting, the wallpaper, the leather, the way the police are framed walking down the hallway.
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illustraction · 7 months
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MACHINE GUN McCAIN (1969) - PETER FALK POSTERS (Part 7/10)
The gritty Italian Mafia crime movie set in Las Vegas is PETER FALK 's first collaboration with his really good friends John Cassavetes and Gena Rowlands.
He plays a mean mafia mobster along a Top cast and one of one Ennio Morricone's best non Western soundtrack
Above are the complete 10 Italian fotobusta movie poster set along with posters from Finland, France, Italy and the US (click on each image for details).
Director: Giuliano Montaldo Actors: Peter Falk, Florinda Bolkan, John Cassavetes, Britt Ekland, Gabriele Ferzetti, Gena Rowlands
ALL OUR PETER FALK POSTERS ARE HERE
If you like this entry, check the other 9 parts of this week’s Blog as well as our Blog Archives
All our NEW POSTERS are here All our ON SALE posters are here
The posters above courtesy of ILLUSTRACTION GALLERY
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blue-kyber · 1 year
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Seeing as I know nothing about this movie that doesn't exist aside from it's a 1973 Martin Scorsese Russian mafia movie starring Goncharov, Katya, and....that's all I know, I'm going to bullshit my way through a scene. A mood. (This is my first time writing in this genre while trying to make it sound like it could come from the 70's.)
Enjoy.
(the song I had on repeat while writing this).
Thunder explodes in the stormless night, shattering the winter stillness.
A cold wind tresspasses through the billowing ice-blue curtains of an open window. It steals the light of a bedside candle, harrasses the flames of a crackling fire, and banishes its comfort.
Blood - thick, crimson, and warm - oozes over the threads of a persian rug; liberated by a single eighteen millimeter bullet lodged between open, soulless brown eyes. The blood takes with it the life once behind those eyes, darkening them, and leaving behind the lead as a memento of its former presence.
Moonlight dances on the slick surface of its slowly expanding pool to the muted instrumentals of a favored song.
The cold wind thieves its steaming heat as well - an offering in exchange for its silence.
Within the dim, flickering yellow light, the utterings of a conversation, and the passionate lies of a sexual interlude haunt the chilled air in echoes of the past.
The blood reaches toward the clean, white bare feet of the one who freed it, as though the waning life it held struggled to enact revenge on their murderer.
They shift their right foot backward in denial of its grasp.
Their hand tightens around the worn handle of the pistol lowered at their side, the metal barrel still hot from its fatal bite.
It's done.
Tonight, this weapon served its purpose. It rid the world of a stain that used manipulation to steal lives in an insidious cruelty a gun could never achieve.
And they had used used their own tactic against them. To defeat an enemy, one must learn to command the favored tool of their enemy.
They turn their naked back on the blood's desperate grasp without regard to let the criminal wind feast on the fading heat of his body.
She lays the gun on the soft bed she had used to lure him in with her body as the bait. The sheets were of high quality linen - a testament to the life of extravagance he prefered. As nice as they would be on her own bed, they held the memory of her action and the sticky remnant of his final, disgusting throw of lust.
She pulls her agate-red lace bra from the bedpost and slips it on. Her underwear, ivory-white dress, and heels follow.
A lone sapphire ornament decorating a cherrywood table catches the firelight within its inner facets, containing it away from the merciless wind.
This is what she came here for.
Her fingertips brush with a delicate, feather-lightness over the smooth surface of the precious relic.
Of course he wouldn't hide it away. An item this valuable would take center stage. She knew he would display it in a prominent place as a show of pride, arrogance, and superiority. And she knew that place would be in private where he could dominate using the power of those qualities.
Allowing his dying eyes to absorb the sight of the treacherous treasure as the last thing he saw held a poetic justice she could not pass up.
She covers the relic with a silk cloth, tucks it and the pistol into her purse, an retrieves a bottle of expensive brandy set out during the conversation for him to enjoy after he'd conquered her.
A small sip of it dulls the sharp edge of her deed.
Why should she deny him one last luxury.
The amber liquid splashes over his body, soaks into his blood. It blesses the curtains, curses the bed, and glistens with a promise to her.
Taking the candle, she lights it in the fireplace. She tosses the empty snifter next to him so that he may lay with a love as cold and dangerous as the heart now festering in his chest.
She looms over his crumpled form.
It never mattered what Goncharov said - that killing Ivan Komarov would change nothing. His life wasn't the one this monster destroyed.
A tightness draws its lines in her face.
Her hand releases the candle.
She puts on her coat and walks out with the relic that ignited her revenge, leaving behind the building roar of a feral beast turned loose to devour Ivan and the wind.
Its flames lick the frame of the open window.
She keeps her back to it as she walks away from the estate. Its heat breathes on the nape of her neck. She accepts the breath of her new lover. It curls its fingers into her and pulls out the weight of the burdon she carried for so long. She lets it take her rage with it - a gift relinquished to the fire to strengthen its power so it can become the sun.
A rare lightness washes over her with each exhale clouding into the crisp winter air.
The sheets, the rug, the table, the curtains, the brandy, the finery, and his body would burn to ashes in the snow to the soundtrack of a song Katya never wanted to hear again.
tagging @feral-bookwoomm because they were the only one who responded to a previous post. :) For you. *offers it with the gun next to a slice of pie on a silver platter.*
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skullzanta · 1 year
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Just discovered Goncharov. Honestly I want a sequel to be made.
Imagine: Instead of making an **acutal** movie of Goncharov, they make a sequel to a movie that never existed. Just an idea. No idea if it’d work.
But, I want to see it because not only would it make an amazing setpeice of fandom history, but it’d have even better success gaslighting people into thinking it exists.
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acookiecalledlizzy · 1 year
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Okay y’all you’ve done it: I’m now so obsessed with gangster mafia movies that I devour anything about it that crosses my way.
[now watching “The Untouchables” (1987)]
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joshus-lobster · 1 year
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Goncharov had a really big following among ranchers when it first came out that they jokingly started calling each other Goncharoos
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nyaslashthreat · 8 months
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shout out to when i told my dad about goncharov and he figured out it was fake because i told him "1973 martin scorsese film with robert de niro" and he said that wasn't possible because the godfather came out in 1972 and the godfather part II came out in 1974 and they wouldn't have had time to make a movie in between. a perfectly good jest, foiled by this man's weird and vast knowledge set
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charliewrites99 · 9 months
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The reason why I first thought Goncharov was real, wasn't because of the cast or the poster or the extensive cinematography analysis...It was because the posts that waxed poetic about the homoerotic subtext were higher on the trending page than those that actually explained the plot.
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staff · 1 year
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tumblr tuesday: the greatest mafia movie
There's so much lore. An original soundtrack (masterlist here, thanks to @thisisnotjuli). It all began with a pair of boots. Then, a movie poster by @beelzeebub:
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And here's how it's going:
@ms-musers:
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@lspy:
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@monsterhospital:
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@waldwynde:
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@fireleaptfromhousetohouse:
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@mjulmjul:
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@marella-moon:
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@holl-horse:
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@bricktoygrapher:
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@greenscircus:
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@theshitpostcalligrapher:
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@sweetdollface:
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@onion-souls:
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@onemagpie:
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@gregspectations:
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@mimiadraws:
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@flurgburgler:
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@shrugsinchinese:
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@runfreebirdrun:
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@when-sanpape-arts:
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@marblellous:
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@ynngaa:
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@vanwizard:
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@inthefallofasparrow:
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@1percentcharge:
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And lastly, before she was Wonderwoman, @reallyndacarter was "Dancer #2." She has kindly revealed this hitherto unreleased photo from the world premier of the film:
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Obsessed with Goncharov? Need more? If you want to join in, please be sure to use the tags #goncharov (for posterity) and #unreality (for those who need it). Take care out there!
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dumb-bitchass · 5 months
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Goncharov 50th gonchiversary bash !!!!!! 50 years with the greatest mafia movie ever made, crazy how fast time goes.
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cutecutejames · 2 years
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Us in 2020
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Us in 2022
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robertdenir0sgf · 5 months
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When’s it gonna be my tuuuurn
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erzsebetrosztoczy · 5 months
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Some rare behind the scenes photos from Goncharov
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1973 (During the filming of Goncharov)
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shadowdemon40-blog · 1 year
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What is happening
I come back to Tumblr for TWO DAYS and now I am seeing the movie  Goncharov blowing up?? That is literally my favourite mafia movie?? How did this even get started. 
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skeetlebeetle · 1 year
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even when guilt-tripped to help the poor tumblrinas who blinked and missed it, i will never reblog the og goncharov post. it’s more chaotic this way :)
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