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Dexter Void's Top 100 Films

I’d never claim to know anything about moviemaking, and the history of cinema, or even behold an in-depth knowledge of directors and actors, let along reel off well-known quotes. So, taking an intuitive approach to my favourites, this list of top 100 films is often based on the emotional states encountered when viewing them, as well as a vision of what’s technically impressive. And in undertaking something like this, it’s more-so interesting to unravel the characteristics of the self. In no way a movie-buff, it was still difficult to sift through the favourites oscillating in the mind and finally settle on the final 100. You can be captivated by film, but they also place the viewer within a memory or scenario, something that holds dear to the heart, and therefore encases it in place. And once you have the list, what do you do with it? It seemed like I had to prove why, and so a reasoning needed to be presented. There’s likely to be spoilers here, as well as agreements and/or debates, but I encourage everyone to create one. There can’t be a wrong answer if you think intensely enough about it. I therefore hope you enjoy interpreting my top 100 films.

RATCATCHER

Lynne Ramsay, 1999, UK

You’d be forgiven for thinking not much actually happens during this sensitive gritty drama. It is, however, a beautiful debut by Lynne Ramsay, its refinement woven into the simplicity of its characters’ lives and surroundings. There’s a plain darkness scurrying underneath; Glasgow as industrial landscape, the canal as a dangerous entity and the binmen strike of the late ‘70s. We see young lad, James retreating into a world of confusion and curiosity, as he can only hope of a new life in a newly developed part of the city. His day-to-day existence is wistfully coerced and entangled by a crowd of odd locals and hostile environments. His imagination and aspiration, dashed against his own anguish and despair, take him to a place only he can truly fathom.

William Eadie as young lad James in Ratcatcher

ORLANDO

Sally Potter, 1992, UK

This stately and often insightful historical account of England confused me for many years, my naïve mind not fully able to grasp, or follow the fantastical story. Eventually, its intricacies entranced my brain chasm; a sheer elegance found in Tilda Swinton marching headstrong through the various eras. These are well portrayed and historically detailed, at least to my eye, while she dazzles and transforms through each classical period to the next, leading a story of many layers. The soundtrack equally envelops my nimble frame in sheer mystique, while we experience Quentin Crisp as Queen Elizabeth I and Jimmy Somerville as a celestial chanteuse, pouring a non-binary serenade to an early ‘90s house beat. It all unfolds as a melting pot of abstract and noble plight.

Tilda Swinton as one of the reinventions of Orlando

ZATOICHI

Takeshi Kitano, 2003, Japan

A reimagined story about a blind swordsman, told uniquely by Takeshi Kitano. Where previous films focused on featuring extended bursts of violence, revenge and blood in a more modern context, the nineteenth century feudal setting for the samurai-cum-masseuse brings acts of redemption, vengeance and ironic humour to the table. A riveting soundtrack propels us forward, revealing not only the story itself, but also bringing to life your own prefabricated dreams and desires.

Takeshi Kitano directs and stars as Zatoichi, the blind swordsman

DEATH BECOMES HER

Robert Zemeckis, 1992, USA

Seeing this black comedy as a kid, I was engrossed by the hilarity of two feisty women (Goldie Hawn and Meryl Streep) battling it out to cause as much damage and harm as possible with no success. All manner of special FX enables them to contort and distort their newly everlasting bodies to amusing repercussions. All the while, a perplexed Bruce Willis merely looks on. As a grown-up, the film now unravels so many sociological ideas and theories around greed, narcissism and vanity. The desperation for immortality and one's legacy envelops the aura of this picture. This all somehow makes it a shrewd observation, underpinned by much slapstick and screwball.

Goldie Hawn and Meryl Streep as immortal beings in Death Becomes Her

ALL ABOUT MY MOTHER

Pedro Almodóvar, 1999, Spain

Almodóvar deserves a place on a film list. His stories and direction are exuberant, full of life, colour and passion. I simply adore how All About My Mother is melodramatic with a huge heart, with a cast of characters to match. Bold and knee-deep in depth, their hardships captivate the audience, and all with a firm ironic nod to the 1950 classic, All About Eve starring Bette Davis.

Cecilia Roth standing aside a poster of Marisa Paredes in All About My Mother

I WALKED WITH A ZOMBIE

Jacques Tourneur, 1943, USA

The West Indies backdrop to this mysterious B-movie weaves an opaque, if not feverish impression. Its title is somewhat misleading and not the ‘zombies’ we’d typically imagine. Transported to the Caribbean, the determination of nurse Betsy Connell is steadfast as she tries to seek answers and remedies from a so-called witchdoctor, something of intrinsic folklore. The wonderful use of shadows and lighting create an eerie landscape, while the deployment of silence along creaky verandas, dark hallways and blustery crop fields keep the viewer engaged. We feel the loss and grief of the interwoven characters, while distant voodoo rhythms and whispers of superstition make for an unsettling environment, perfectly matching the tension that’s unable to hide from the lustrous moonlight.

'Zombie' Christine Gordon with Francis Dee & Tom Conway in I Walked with a Zombie

GHOST WORLD

Terry Zwigoff, 2001, USA

It perfectly captures many things; the pressure of youth, and the confusion that comes from being a misfit, not to mention the boredom of smalltown life. Outsider Enid sure does relish in the cynicism of everything that obeys the patriarchy, but it’s fascinating to watch her carve out her place in the world. The film touches on the inevitable passage of drifting apart and the excitement of meeting someone new, the trappings of being a nerd and the absolute hypocrisy of others. At the end of all this discovery, what do we have to show for it? You eventually must tread your own path.

Scarlett Johansson and Thora Birch in Ghost World

SECRETS & LIES

Mike Leigh, 1996, UK

Mike Leigh is a wonderful filmmaker and likely one of my favourites. With Secrets & Lies, he illustrates a delicate story and processes it in a complex family system via gritty drama. It’s full of, well, secrets and lies. It delves even deeper into your soul with characters who are honest and simple, full of their hidden pain and anguish, all-the-while projecting back our own doubts or feelings. It’s something Leigh does entirely well and is all the more heartfelt for it.

Marianne Jean-Baptiste and Brenda Blethyn in Secrets & Lies

LA REINE MARGOT

Patrice Chéreau, 1994, France

Striding ahead, not leaving me enough time to catch my breath, this opulent epic flourishes in its own gore and violence. We witness a loveless royal marriage, the decadence of sixteenth century France and the impending combat between Protestants and Catholics in the St. Bartholomew's Day massacre. The fast-paced story unfurls a complex narrative of deceit, unions and passion, encroaching briskly to finally imbue its own blood. The percussion-based and droning string-led Medieval style soundtrack simply thrives, especially in the wild boar chase, all helping elevate the darkly humorous tale of lust, deception, revenge and its so-called allies.

Daniel Auteuil and Isabelle Adjani in La Reine Margot

#10

DOLLS

Takeshi Kitano, 2002, Japan

A second movie by Kitano in my top ten; Dolls seems to represent a translucent trio of human emotion, interwoven with, at times, an overbearing abstract demeanour. The striking costumes, landscapes and seasons that adorn the three sections can veer into overblown romanticism, with the viewer requiring a patient manner. But your gesture of poise is well rewarded, as we gracefully shuffle along with the bound lovers, overlapped by other love stories. This all serves to intensify our own accounts of grief, sadness and obsession with a tender eye that pays a wholehearted tribute to Japanese Bunraku puppet theatre.

Hidetoshi Nishijima and Miho Kanno as bound lovers in Dolls

#11

THE LADY EVE

Preston Sturges, 1941, USA

It’s worth noting that certain pictures from the 1930s-1950s have had an impact early on, instilling a viewpoint outlining the key components that make up a film. The Lady Eve is full-on screwball tomfoolery, hilarious one-liners and observations, all steered by the marvellous Barbara Stanwyck. It’s a riotous gallop of deceit and fraud, which interferes with, and plays havoc with the naïve, yet loveable gestures offered from Henry Ford. Taking place partly on a cruise liner, we also travel by overnight train where the antics only blossom further when the headstrong Stanwyck reinvents herself as an English aristocrat. The dinner party scene is unforgettable!

#12

MOROCCO

Josef von Sternberg, 1930, USA

Marlene Dietrich is something of an enigma. She dazzled me from a young age, and Morocco was an early viewing that started a spellbinding journey. The mysterious setting flits around human emotion and its quest for true love. Experimental lighting and camerawork are on display here, and we have the eye-pleasing Gary Cooper as the Légionnaire Dietrich craves. All-the-while, her fabulous and often gender-bending ceremony at the nightclub lures us into a world of unknowns. We react to the sentiments throughout, all building to a brooding bar scene, its piano dirge willing us on to join her at the film’s hushed and plaintive finale.

#13

BORN YESTERDAY

George Cukor, 1950, USA

It’s engrossing to witness a brash tycoon hiring a well-educated journalist, who’s only remit is to teach a so-called dumb blonde mistress and make her seem more appealing and presentable to important folks. We witness her brush-up on etiquette, culture and American history, which is why it’s funny to see the original intention fail. The Oscar winning performance by Judy Holliday is deserved, even if she is playing a feisty, irritable character, you’re rooting for her all the way as she sheds her boisterous and rough around the edges persona.

#14

SLEEPING BEAUTY

Clyde Geronimi, 1959, USA

This could be considered an odd Disney choice on the list, especially when the studio produced classics such as Dumbo, Pinocchio and Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. What I love about Sleeping Beauty is its angular animation motif and slightly darker tinted colour palette, backed by the astounding Tchaikovsky score. It dissolves some of the regular Disney cuteness and more-so brings sheer horror to the medieval table, and to me, also feels like a farewell to the 1950s. Maleficent is depicted as truly evil, and her gothic Forbidden Mountain only enriches the mystery. There is light relief in the form of three good fairies, and it’s somewhat amusing how aloof Aurora and Prince Philip seem to be. Even more comical is the sheer shock from the aristocracy at the thought of him wanting to marry ‘a peasant girl’.

#15

SUNSET BLVD

Billy Wilder, 1950, USA

This darkly humorous and satirical look at Hollywood as an industry and its supposed has-beens certainly feels like a scathing attack on the studios that birthed them. Documenting the mere descent of a faded silent film star into insanity, played superbly by Gloria Swansons, it cleverly captures that desperation to be an immortal glowing icon. Rather exceptional considering Swanson herself was from the silent era, while it also features cameos from other silent luminaries including Buster Keaton and Anna Q. Nilsson. It has a fiery, sordid eye looking down on us with comical, if not reproachful one-liners concerning the state of the current film industry, as well as bygone glory days. You can also read much into it from a modern context; our throwaway society and obsession with maintaining youth, the desperation clinging to an omnipotent plain.

#16

CABARET

Bob Fosse, 1972, USA

The escapades and frolics of Sally Bowels remain in your tortured soul and brings a dose of longing to the somewhat fancy-free times it portrays. Berlin at the onset and gradual rise of Nazi Germany is startling against the backdrop of the 1930s. It explores offbeat flapper girl-types, styles and idioms, all wrenched with a sort of seedy psycho-sexual prowess shimmying with oddball reprobates, their quirkiness free and easy. Joel Gray as Master of Ceremonies is fabulous in an untouchable sculpture-like way, as is Liza Minelli as Ms Sally Bowles in a role that seemed to be made for her. Musicals aren’t entirely my thing (and downright rubbish in my opinion), yet Cabaret features gut-wrenching timeless songs with an equal level of humour, soul and yearning. Bob Fosse’s choreography is rowdy, inventive and gaudy, all in the gender-bending style of 1930s swing and chanson mimicking that of the seedy underbelly of an abstract Kit Kat Klub. This is something he explored in his previous picture Sweet Charity, but with the added rise and sobering integration of the Nazi’s in Cabaret, we have a more thought-provoking outcome.

#17

THE PIANO

Jane Campion, 1993, New Zealand

There are two striking components to this tale of loss and obsession; a lush and vibrantly moist landscape around a painstakingly pertinent costume drama which transcends beyond that of others. With unbudging characters, the gothic-drenched romance has a burden as heavy and unwieldly as the grand piano isolated on the beach. The muted lead of Ada McGrath communicates not only through sign, signal, and notetaking, but through the piano itself; an overbearing hulk of a figure that often yields heart-wrenching conclusions. Along with it, the Michael Nyman score leads us gallantly through the New Zealand wilderness with an equally obsessive eye.

#18

THE LITTLE MERMAID

Ron Clements and John Musker, 1989, USA

A second Disney choice here is from the contemporary era, dating back to when the studio more-or-less kickstarted their renaissance, and guided them through the ‘90s and beyond, thus rejuvenating the corporation after some stagnant years in the wilderness. Based on the Hans Christian Anderson fairytale, The Little Mermaid features outlandish, larger-than-life characters, a blend of brilliant songs and gleaming aquatic animation. The adventure glides along on a riveting underwater current of straightforward storytelling, never shying away from a charming sense of humour or darker depths of despair.

#19

THE WIZARD OF OZ

Victor Fleming, 1939, USA

Undoubtedly on many movie lists; a poignant ode to childhood and uncomplicated fantasy which only develops your melancholic gears as you grow older. Guaranteed to bring me to tears every time, yet I question why? In a modern context, it’s nostalgia for a dreamworld that embraces a sumptuous colour palette after so much sepia, all of which is further enhanced by flamboyant and vulnerable characters, sing-along tunes and a yearning for something you can’t quite comprehend.

Charles Coburn, Barbara Stanwyck and Henry Fonda in The Lady Eve

#20

MANHATTAN MURDER MYSTERY

Woody Allen, 1993, USA

A riotous crime-solving excursion carried out by Woody Allen and Diane Keaton. They perfectly bounce off one another while they attempt to unravel and piece together a mosaic of strange goings-on and mysterious incidences, all in a hilariously slapdash way. With many gags along the way, Allen offers viewers just a pinch of insight into what’s happening as we try to keep up with their haphazard detective work, culminating in a delightfully perfectly imperfect choreographed tape machine manipulation. You might not perceive any bold statements, but it does lure viewers into a rather inquisitive journey, keeping you on the edge of your seat.

#21

HEAVENLY CREATURES

Peter Jackson, 1994, New Zealand

Based on the true story of two inseparable girls, who form a close friendship and consciously decide to commit murder when forced apart. The adaptation is devastating in its subtlety, interspersed with gallant fantasy worlds from the viewpoint of a young mind when presented with an inaccessible, and out of reach worldview. This is brilliantly emphasised by the slightly claustrophobic social setting of 1950s New Zealand, and lead actors Melanie Lynskey and Kate Winslet, in her debut role, offering their off-kilter and oddball personas with a captivating charm. Watching the friendship grow as an outsider brings forth the voyeur in you, and the heartbreak felt on both sides towards the films climax is none other than disturbing.

#22

THE PIANO TEACHER

Michael Haneke , 2001, France

Precisely what is deep-rooted within the disposition of the main character in The Piano Teacher is one that can trouble you, or is it a reflection of the faults you see in yourself? Played exquisitely by Isabelle Huppert, her psycho-sexual prowess and bizarre way of thinking erupts throughout and results in a desperate plea mired in transgression.

#23

THE CIRCLE

Jafar Panahi, 2000, Iran

It’s easy for me to speak highly of how The Circle is an exemplary modern-day account depicting the oppression women face in Iran. But watching a late night showing on Channel 4 in the early 2000s with no expectation as to what it was about threw me off guard. In fact, it was broadcast as a double bill with another Iranian film, possibly by Panahi. I don’t recall the name, but it was a primitive shot of a conversation in a cable car. Back to The Circle, we’re fully devoted to the women we traipse behind and feel fully engaged with the difficulties they face, thus going full circle, as it were, only to arrive back where we started. It’s a powerful message.

#24

AMÉLIE

Jean-Pierre Jeunet, 2001, France

One of those films where every little detail seems meticulously thought out and executed with effortless grace yet runs seamlessly from scene to scene. It can attempt to be too kooky at times, but the bountiful tale of intriguing romance and a colour scheme to match harnesses my attention. With the aim of secretly bringing joy to the people around her, it has a unique feelgood factor usually missing from similar comedies. Amélie is more rooted in humanism than the directors previous work, which includes the excellent Delicatessen and overtly industrial The City of Lost Children, and it seems to take rapturous delight in knowing this. With musical accompaniment from Yann Tiersen to help elevate the comic strip style skits and distinctive humour, we grow to be far-more concerned with the fate of our do-gooder.

#25

SIDEWAYS

Alexander Payne, 2004, USA

A movie that doesn’t get old. The cynical and wry ‘I told-you-so' style comedy of errors still resonates today and more-so feels like a coming of ‘middle-age’ movie. The friendship between the leads, Paul Giamatti and Thomas Haden Church is a poignant one as they both slip into trouble on their vineyard, wine tasting and golfing road trip. The film reflects charmingly upon the mistakes, regrets and missed chances one encounters in life.

#26

DISHONORED

Josef von Sternberg, 1931, USA

My first Marlene Dietrich film, a subtle and suave picture that’s surely underestimated. With a nonchalant and suggestive demeanour, agent X-27 is deadly serious and beautiful when it comes to spying on those Russians. Its many exciting scenes flaunt the screen; a fantastical masque ball, a deceitfully dim-witted milk maid pursuit and ultimately the beautiful agent's final condemnation.

#27

SIX DEGREES OF SEPARATION

Fred Schepisi, 1993, USA

“Chaos, control, chaos, control” tears through this slapstick tale of tomfoolery and imposter satire. The ever-present metropolitan skyline of early ‘90s New York heaves to a revolving cast of characters. Cantankerous trust-fund brats of the affluent, confused art dealers, and college misfits collide frantically, duped by a young Will Smith, who misleads beautifully in a conniving sphere of innocence. Simply controlled chaotically.

#28

THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA

David Frankel, 2006, USA

A go-to hangover film. It always makes me laugh and feel a little bit hopeful, which seems rather gooey of me! Meryl Streep as editor of leading fashion magazine, Runway is startling, if only for her unbelievable demands and emotional detachment to the people around her. Anne Hathaway is all eager-eyes and transformative sprite in the world of fashion, leaving desperate Emily Blunt a nervous wreck. Despite a rather maudlin boyfriend character and slops of mush towards the end, it otherwise serves as a nice way of dipping your toe into an unforgiving industry – a scene involving a cerulean sweater is delightfully comical and unnerving. No doubt a crowd-pleaser and a so-called chick-flick (a genre term I’m not fond of), it smoothly immerses us in the preposterous domain of fashion, publishing and all that vacuous pizzazz.

#29

ALL ABOUT EVE

Joseph L. Mankiewicz, 1950, USA

With many memorable lines and scenes fraught with tensions that sizzle around an abundant cast, we act as a spectator to a shy understudy, slyly navigating their way into the lives of top Broadway stars and industry people, manipulating her ascent. Superbly played out, we contemplate themes of longevity, legacy, youth and hypocrisy, all swimming in a pool of narcissism. Bette Davis runs amok in a whirlwind of frantic composure, her close allies around her aiming to ease the ego with charm and confusion. You better believe it when Margo Channing defiantly intones, “Fasten your seat belts, it's going to be a bumpy night”.

Anne Hathaway in The Devil Wears Prada

#30

CARNIVAL OF SOULS

Herk Harvey, 1962, USA

Perhaps one reason I’m drawn to this film is due to the title being immortalised by not just one, but two of my favourite bands. Birmingham’s Pram match organ-driven dub pulsations to lyrics interpreting the mysterious dance sequences and alluring spooky painted faces, whilst Rhode Island's Combustible Edison create a haunting atmosphere of Wurlitzer melodies that probe the mind echoing a similar sound heard in the film. A warped emotion that descends the staircase of your mind into a state of unconscious. What we have is a rather simple B-movie horror that fancies playing on the psychological side of our neurosis with melodramatic effect. The unsure and confused car casualty, played by Candace Hilligoss, drifting as a waif-like somnambulist through a world now not her own is delightfully unearthly.

#31

MANHATTAN

Woody Allen, 1979, USA

As a viewer, I wonder if this serves as social commentary, celebrating New York life, and the many expressions and struggles we endure. It pursues a thoughtful glimpse at the way friendships and relationships blossom, only to become strained while existing within the confines of a contemporary twentieth century. Shot in the fast-paced and ironic way Woody Allen is accustomed to, these characters are full of life, bursting with energy and philosophies all at once, which ultimately might just be their undoing. Woody Allen and Diane Keaton bounce off one another again perfectly and are effortlessly well placed in this romantic vision of the Big Apple.

#32

FASTER PUSSYCAT… KILL! KILL!

Russ Meyer, 1965, USA

Probably the only Russ Meyer film I can stand to sit through. However, it is a B-movie classic and a good exercise in exploitation. Located in a sort of bumfuck nowhere, (or the middle of the Californian desert to be more precise), the fierce trio of bad-ass go-go girls get their kicks out of drag racing and generally wreaking havoc as brassy and brazen nomads. Along the way, Tura Satana, Haji and Lori Williams kill a jock, kidnap a sap and infiltrate a hick’s farmhouse in the hope of laundering his millions of cash dollars. The acting is big and over the top, the many one-liners ricochet in-and-out of sexual innuendos, as their schemes dart around like the testosterone of the hick’s hulky dimwit son.

#33

THRONE OF BLOOD

Akira Kurosawa, 1957, Japan

One of my early adventures into Japanese cinema courtesy of my brother, undoubtedly fuelled by a teenage obsession with all things from the land of the rising sun. Masterminded by mood maestro Akira Kurosawa, his reimaging of William Shakespeare’s Macbeth in a Shogun-era, Feudal state of Japan is spellbinding. The eerie castle atmosphere and landscape draws you in, gloomily clinging to you much like the dense forest and torrential downpours the unforgiving fortress submits. The imperial gestures, grand battles and delectable Japanese etiquette give way to a yarn-spinning sorceress who prophesises a divine climb, and in due course, detrimental downfall.

#34

BULLETS OVER BROADWAY

Woody Allen, 1994, USA

It was difficult to decide the placement of my three chosen Woody Allen films, I enjoy them quite equally. This is an absolute triumph though, and hilariously shows off the farcical nature of theatre in all its manifestations. From casting, rehearsals, drawbacks and setbacks, the characters self-absorbed pretence right from the get-go to the final performance is a whole other drama unto itself.

#35

KING KONG

Merian C. Cooper and Ernest B. Schoedsack, 1933, USA

An early childhood memory, subsequently embedded as a key favourite, the adventure story takes us from the misty and smog-filled harbour of New York City to exotic islands where the giant ape roams as a gated mystical godlike figure. The haunting score, superb camera work and animatronic beasts collide in what is a technical marvel for the time. An eerie, trance-like lurch permeates throughout, and when we eventually return to the glitz of all-consuming Manhattan, a thrilling finale ensues and sees Carl Denham starkly concluding “It wasn't the airplanes. It was beauty killed the beast”.

#36

THE DRAUGHTSMAN’S CONTRACT

Peter Greenaway, 1982, UK

Set pieces galore, overt costuming and a grand location litters the atmosphere in this seemingly low-key, dialogue heavy, sexual satire, poking fun at the aristocracy. Saddled with a strident and morosely ironic Michael Nyman composition, the draughtsman in question beautifully attempts to map out the estate grounds, greeting mysterious encounters along the way. It’s not entirely clear what the meaning may be, but repeated viewings help unravel more than we realise.

#37

SOME LIKE IT HOT

Billy Wilder, 1959, USA

A stupendous tour de force in the art of farce and comedy with Jack Lemmon and Tony Curtis dragging it up in style whilst on the run. The frolics continue with a wonderous Marilyn Monroe as the love interest. Wilder gave cinemagoers some tremendous pictures over his illustrious career, with Some Like It Hot shoving its way to the forefront with clever storytelling, goofy fun, and important themes and ideas boldly explored for its time.

#38

AUTUMN SONATA

Ingmar Bergman, 1978, Sweden

A tender and revelatory meeting between mother and daughter, wrought with family truths, ties and personal wrongdoings. For the most part, the reflective dialogue transposes during the early hours of the morning, encased in an oppressive light and heavy atmosphere, the viewer attempts to alleviate the often-uncomfortable situation. Having not seen many Bergman films (apart from the often ridiculed The Seventh Seal or whimsical Wild Strawberries), this could be viewed as an odd choice, and perhaps won’t suit many. Think of it as looking into your own soul, your grievances and astute sentiments projected onto the characters themselves, hopeful of laying indifferences to rest.

#39

SHALLOW GRAVE

Danny Boyle, 1994, UK

I enjoy the dark and cynical route this black comedy takes; from the ominous obsession slowly eating away and absorbing the characters, tearing them apart. It’s a venomous neurosis which creeps meticulously into their behaviour. The gory-tinged horror embellishes and encroaches around the large apartment, which is utilised here well enough to become a character all its own, thus witnessing the final undoing of the dislocated pals.

Toshiro Mifune and Isuzu Yamada in Throne of Blood

#40

BRASSED OFF

Mark Herman, 1996, UK

One of those northern working-class comedies, very much in line with The Full Monty and Billy Elliott, that cheekily blows its own horn and stands out for depicting community and an eagerness to achieve in the face of adversity. With the local coal mine due to close, it signals the death bell for the colliery brass band. So, the miners and their dedicated band leader, played attentively by Pete Postlethwaite, steam ahead with practice for a national competition, while the members lives become intertwined and complicated. Full of foolhardy fun and pensive observations and introspections, it seems to me it achieves a well-thought meaning that one shouldn’t give up, no matter what obstacles we face. Along with all of this, the traditional songs and original score starkly resonate honesty and pride to boot!

#41

GAS FOOD LODGING

Allison Anders, 1992, USA

A lovely oddball of a picture, where I feel like a hanger-on to the daily lives of three women living in a trailer park in a New Mexico town. There’s something genuinely woven into the simplicity of their surroundings and an abiding yearning for something else. In this case, love, or at least figuring out your place in the world. Characters are portrayed unassumingly without veering into cliché or irritation. The film deserves your patience as we observe and grapple with the pressure of youth, midlife disillusion, mixed messages and confused confrontations, with the ever-present longing of escaping a deadbeat town. These resonate from start to finish.

#42

THOSE WHO LOVE ME CAN TAKE THE TRAIN

Patrice Chéreau, 1998, France

For me, the first half of Patrice Chéreau’s follow-up to La Reine Margot can induce motion sickness! Taking place on a train from Paris to Limoges, a motley group of individuals embark on a journey of self-discovery and revelatory perceptions of one another, whom all claim to have known a recently deceased artist, who’s funeral they’re roving towards. There are dramas en route, many of these waifs and oddballs determined and self-indulged behaviour revealing a multitude of aspects we name grief. Whether they’re genuine or not, remains to be seen. Yet, despite their disparate connections, they gel together well. The film is helped by fast-paced scenes and an artfully directed cord tangling it together in one interesting cluster, not only on the train, but also within the giant cemetery and at the artists bohemian house for the wake.

#43

RED DUST

Victor Fleming, 1932, USA

Jean Harlow shines in this somewhat simple and aloof romance concerning a rubber plantation owner and the trouble he finds himself in with his mistress. Harlow brings a feisty and zippy-like liveliness to proceedings, as Clark Gable does his darndest to nullify her, locking horns in a befuddled way. The Indonesian setting infuses with Oriental eloquence, the oppressive heat layering a veil of earth and soil over the sexual tension.

#44

WOMEN ON THE VERGE OF A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN

Pedro Almodóvar, 1988, Spain

One of Almodóvar’s more satirical (at least to me) films captures all his usual intricacies and characteristics; fast moving sentimentality, vibrant sets and locations, madcap characters, and major doses of regret and heartbreak. Featuring the fabulous ‘mambo taxi’, we witness the outrageous happenings played out in front of us. This is all induced by a scorching Spanish heat and temperament, playfully scattered around Almodóvar’s obsession with the art of cinema-making itself.

#45

TOGETHER

Lukas Moodysson, 2000, Sweden

Lukas Moodysson does such a good job of recreating the 1970s, you can easily be misled to believe this was indeed filmed during that period. The characters are depicted and played accurately with a sensitive sheen of Swedish melodrama. The troubles and issues (as well as frolics) one can expect from living in a hippie commune are presented very naturally. No matter how trivial they may seem, it raises questions about how we are as a society and our small place within it.

#46

LES DIABOLIQUES

Henri-Georges Clouzot, 1955, France

At the time of release, cinemagoers may have been horrified by the cunning events depicted on screen. As time progresses, attitudes towards violence and murder change, evident from its classification downgrading from 18 to a 12 the last time I checked. Anyhow, as a viewer, I allow myself to be drawn into its twisted web of tricks and deceit played out by the vampish and shrewd Simone Signoret along with the timid, nervy Véra Clouzot. The queasy air of unease is something one should be shrouded in as it builds towards an unsuspecting climax of twists and turns.

#47

A FOREIGN AFFAIR

Billy Wilder, 1948, USA

A later film starring Marlene Dietrich whereby she isn’t the leading lady but very much dominates with her presence. That’s not to take away from the splendid performance by Jean Arthur, who does a fabulous job of portraying a prim and proper congresswoman, who is out to do away with immoral and subversive behaviours lurking in the underbelly of post-war Berlin. The scenes at the nightclub are raucous, where mistress Dietrich sings Black Market. There’s a sense of humour pulling at the films cord, while footage of a ruined Berlin is startling bleak.

#48

ROPE

Alfred Hitchcock, 1948, USA

With so many incredible Hitchcock films to choose from and digest, Rope is the one that left a stain on my mind. Maybe it’s the simplicity; one apartment, a revolving array of characters, and absorbing dialogue that brings various theories and philosophies to the table. The suspense is thrilling throughout, as we speculate whether the trunk, now being used as a buffet table will be opened or not.

#49

PECKER

John Waters, 1998, USA

I’ve attempted to whittle down my selection of John Waters films and found myself returning to Pecker more often than others. His early films, whilst subversive and completely uncompromising, give me a headache, quite literally and I emerge perplexed from some sort of discarded husk. His films from the later part of the ‘80s and into the ‘90s are much easier to take. Pecker comprises Waters ingenious and perceptive wit for trash in a more watered-down sense, all-the-while painting a rather odd depiction of Baltimore life and its residents, the main subject matter for the budding photographer Pecker.

Chihiro voiced by Deveigh Chase in Spirited Away

#50

SPIRITED AWAY

Hayao Miyazaki, 2001, Japan

Being a teenager when this Japanese anime was first released, it now takes on the nostalgia-induced cliché/coma that comes with so-called childhood memories, but Spirited Away is justified in that respect. It’s strikingly beautiful; from the intricate animation and colours to an exuberant potpourri of fantastical characters, overly sentimental and gallant sounds, interspersed with truly grotesque and terrifying depictions of human emotion and imagination. The Japanese and English language versions both emit the same soul, designating equal charm whichever way you experience it; a testament to the genuine magic and fantasy. Other titles from Studio Ghibli before and after are lovely but nothing compares to Hayao Miyazaki’s sublime and wonderful Spirited Away.

#51

ANOTHER YEAR

Mike Leigh, 2010, UK

Mike Leigh is likely to be high on the list of favourite film makers for many. For me, he sparks a sense of sentimentality and anxiety-ridden realism in my aorta chambers. There’s an essence of kitchen-sink drama-like qualities to his work too, a bit like the sensitive anguish we get with Ken Loach (Kes, Poor Cow, The Wind That Shakes the Barley), yet less forced perhaps. Another Year finds Leigh analysing the psyche of the human spirit by those comfortable enough to help others. Split across the seasons, it delves deep into various types of characters, family members and friends, exploring troubles with heartachingly tenderness. Ruth Sheen and Jim Broadbent are wholly believable as the offbeat straight-talking and caring couple, Sheen’s character acting as a diligent matriarch, although she allows space for her acquaintances to reel in their own misgivings and apprehensions.

#52

BELLE DU JOUR

Luis Buñuel, 1967, France

A glimpse into the daily life of a bored bourgeois housewife, this Buñuel picture contains a burning sense of desire that resides inside, waiting for some sort of emancipation. Catherine Deneuve approaches the part with both a nimble directness and gentle aloofness, not without a glint of wide-eyed naivety in her eye. Coming from a well-established avant-garde director, the metaphors are sure to make me think what exactly this all means, but it’s surely an exhilarating trip.

#53

SILENCE OF THE LAMBS

Jonathan Demme, 1991, USA

The horror genre isn’t one I completely go for in cinema; perhaps being drawn to the more psychological and fancifully manipulative films are what pique my disillusion. These are very much welcome. This psycho-horror genuinely spreads a chill through my feeble frame. The eerie opening lays an ominous tone, and that encroaching feeling lurches throughout the entire picture. The mind of its killer, Buffalo Bill crawls into your thinking, as does that of detective Clarice Starling, played effortlessly by Jodie Foster. A terrifying night vision scene ensues towards the finale, requiring us to lift ourselves out of the dumps of a dank and dangerous place.

#54

STRAY DOG

Akira Kurosawa, 1949, Japan

The oppressive Tokyo summer heat always felt like an overarching character in Kurosawa’s gangster crime thriller. With his often-cast main man, Toshirô Mifune scrabbles around the darker and undesirable parts of town in search of his stolen pistol, the heat sweltering and intensifying as the story progresses. What’s beautiful about the film is the way our inexperienced detective slowly learns more about his own work when directly impacted by a crime.

#55

THE BIRDCAGE

Mike Nichols, 1996, USA

An up-to-date rework of the classic La Cage aux Folles, faithfully depicted, and perhaps taken even further on screen by Robin Williams and Nathan Lane. I love the way it lures me in with the lounge revival and tiki exotica backdrop of the 1990s and its fabulously glitzy hijinks of cabaret nightlife, succinctly pouting at you. With laughs and much camp mischief to be had, the heart of what family means is unveiled with nuances of acute generosity.

#56

PICNIC AT HANGING ROCK

Peter Weir, 1975, Australia

The sense of loss paired with what we’d consider a conspiracy theory-like disappearance is brimming with boarding school innocence and sexual tension, made incredibly more difficult by the strict Victorian setting in the Australian outback. There’s something strangely supernatural swimming, almost floating between the rocky landscape and naturally formed columns. It’s almost gut-wrenching to witness the downfall of the matriarchal boarding house mistress, serving as a sort of profound metaphor about the unravelling of our own perceptions of people and the human condition.

#57

PRIVATE PARTS

Betty Thomas, 1997, USA

The life and times of Howard Stern are played out by himself in true-to-life lurid fashion, and even if you don’t know much about the outrageous U.S. national radio show presenter, just be thankful that his story is told. Fascinating to watch his rise from smalltown radio show host to mega personality, observing the ways he broke barriers and crossed boundaries in mainstream, corporate MOR America, all with tongue firmly in (ass) cheek notoriety.

#58

HAIRSPRAY

John Waters, 1988, USA

Following his early films of pure gross-out and bile contaminated hilarity, John Waters 1988 commercially viable Hairspray has all the right components, welding together a sardonic look at the faults of the 1960s, all purposely wrapped up in family fun viewing. The cast is brilliant, firm Waters favourites Divine and Mink Stole revolve around Ricki Lake, Deborah Harry, Sonny Bono and Ruth Brown as the zany Motormouth Maybelle, who assuredly has some of the most memorable lines put to celluloid: “Papa Tooney. We've got a Looney” and “No matter what you've heard, we are gonna teach the white children how to do The Bird!”. Waters tackles the civil rights movement with dirty aplomb, poking fun at a white dominated society, as well as the ludicrous age of teenage youth with utter wry mockery.

#59

THE ELEPHANT MAN

David Lynch, 1980, USA

I thought it might be a tricky decision choosing which Lynch film(s) would feature here, but then it became apparent it wasn’t so. His movies are great exercises in otherworldly dreamlike realms but for me can be too all consuming and bloated in pretentious soup. Whether it be the insanely complex Mullholland Drive, endless Inland Empire, convoluted Lost Highway, or regrettably irritating Eraserhead, they all seem slightly devoid of the sincere emotion I seek. Yet, this is where The Elephant Man trudges in. Shot in beautiful black and white, the dreamy trance-like pace and atmosphere only adds to the refined tenderness revealed from the so-called ‘monster’. It’s gut-wrenching to watch as he’s burdened by the harsh Victorian society around him, and the corruption inflicted upon our apprehensive protagonist.

Roaming the mysterious Australian landscape in Picnic at Hanging Rock

#60

A TASTE OF HONEY

Tony Richardson, 1961, UK

A rather gritty and grubby adaptation of the Shelagh Delaney play depicting British life in the late ‘50s and early ‘60s. When transferred to screen, it might well play on and pigeonhole certain types of people, yet manages to capture working-class lives with simplicity, as well as the situations communities faced at the time. Catfights and squabbles between the mother, played incredibly convincingly by Dora Bryan and daughter Rita Tushingham, are slightly unnerving and uncomfortable, while the film gives weight to so-called outcasts; Paul Danquah as its black sailor and Murray Melvin as closeted homosexual. Tony Richardson’s direction circles a sense of longing and dread to proceedings, especially potent in a patriarchal, white-straight man dominated society.

#61

MESHES OF THE AFTERNOON

Maya Deren and Alexander Hammid, 1943, USA

A short avant-garde collection of dream state imagery to confuse and befuddle the mind. What it means exactly is up to you, but you must allow yourself to be immersed in the deep chasm of unrealities and esoteric abandonment.

#62

DANCER IN THE DARK

Lars von Trier, 2000, Denmark

There was only ever going to be one Lars von Trier film on the list, and obviously because it features Björk in the lead role. The story is like a knot of nerves, slowly unravelling as tragic melodrama, all interspersed with musical numbers based on musique concrète, otherwise reflecting the drab surroundings Björk’s character, Selma, finds herself in. These act as pure escapism and pays homage to musicals while being rather anti-musical, dispelling traditional conventions entirely. It adheres to the Dogme ‘95 concept, which you could say was better utilised in films such as Breaking The Waves or Festen, but it still trickles through here notwithstanding. The first time I watched Dancer In The Dark, I’d only recently discovered Björk, so inevitably bawled my eyes out over the adversities Selma was placed in. Even though a lengthy watch with jerky camerawork, I still believe the film is great, discarding the clichéd predictions of Hollywood, yet adoring the classic musicals of the silver screen at the same time, whilst serving bold manipulation. I’m just not entirely sure what Von Trier was attempting to say about our harsh society.

#63

AUGUST 32ND ON EARTH

Denis Villeneuve, 1998, Canada

This French-Canadian indie really took me by surprise. It involves a somewhat bizarre plot based around its main character, played by Pascale Bussières, wanting to have a baby with her friend, spurred on by surviving a car accident. Something like a wake-up call, or a last chance? Even stranger is the desire to conceive in the salt desert of Utah. Despite the selfishness of the main character, this curious story kept me on a hook, mainly to see where it would lead next. That would be a rendezvous in a weird mini pod, all futuristic techno oddness, drunken and revelatory and sees the pair questioning their kinship. This all seems a million miles away from Villeneuve’s later films; Arrival, Blade Runner 2049 and the Dune remake!

#64

BRIEF ENCOUNTER

David Lean, 1945, UK

A rather sentimental British film by my standards, but it manages to tap into a yearning and sense of adventure that we as people somehow unwittingly lose being part of the system. Propelled by the intensity of Rachmaninov, the train station setting and a very English post-war rebuild, the understated demeanour is concealed in wonderment.

#65

A PORTUGUESA

Rita Azevedo Gomes, 2018, Portugal

An extremely minimal film, certainly in terms of dialogue, but what it lacks in script, makes up for in grand and controlled theatrical gestures. Every detail feels painstakingly accurate and abundant, so much so, I put my trust in there being no historical inaccuracies to otherwise demystify the experience. The viewer does require patience, as each scene is framed to be some sort of artistic masterpiece - this involves very little panning shots or camera movement whatsoever, from what I remember. It’s a triumph of photography and cinematography, yet one I feel will be largely ignored.

#66

VERONIKA VOSS

Rainer Werner Fassbinder, 1982, Germany

Obsession and narcotics liquefy in this dreamscape by Rainer Werner Fassbinder. His films all have heart and soul, and even though Veronika Voss herself is rather loathsome, perhaps we should understand it’s the system and omnipresent machine we’re sucked into that’s at fault. With a haunting soundtrack swaying among the trauma of our morphine dependent recluse, and desperate washout, one gets the sense her ongoing issues are building to a downward crescendo.

#67

INNOCENCE

Lucile Hadzihalilovic, 2004, France

Within the same stylistic vein as Jean-Pierre Jeunet’s Amélie or Delicatessen, this eerie, slow-burning horror is saturated in opulent green and red pigmentation, and innocently treads a path depicting the upward development of youth and the inevitable journey into the real world. The sumptuous and peculiar imagery of a tucked away boarding house and quietly vicious superiority from its pupils is uniquely frightful. As they clamber towards their debut, it’s even more intriguing when considering the darker undertones of its two dejected and repressed mademoiselles. It all makes sense when the dark fairytale is over, and the final allegory is a reflection on the very loss of innocence.

#68

OFFSIDE

Jafar Panahi, 2006, Iran

I didn’t think a film about football could sneak into my list, but here we have a triumph at showing the struggle women in Iran face. The majority of scenes are shot, quite literally offside where female football fans are penned in after being discovered illegally watching the game within the stadium. It has that guerilla style of filming throughout, and we hear from different types of women, ignored and dismissed by bumbling security guards and officials. With a celebratory, and slightly sentimental finish, we’re merely left to contemplate.

#69

PERSONAL SERVICES

Terry Jones, 1987, UK

I weirdly love how this film portrays a grimy London, a sooty-laced air imbued with a strained and rigid seediness that’s all very English. The settings and locations are dreary, and dull, but awash with a diverse array of sexual taboos and kinks. The film acts as an exploration on the rise of Cynthia Payne, brothel hostess and sometime dominatrix, all overlaid with dark humour and hijinks, and played by Julie Walters superbly. It’s also a nice partner film to Wish You Were Here from the same year, based on the childhood of Cynthia Payne (both films feature David Leland as writer) and are well-worth a watch.

Björk in Dancer in the Dark

#70

THE FULL MONTY

Peter Cattaneo, 1997, UK

Without really meaning to, I automatically lump this together with other working-class films set in the north, such as Brassed Off and Billy Elliott. These films are full of antics and cheeky comedy, clenched teeth and a genuine heart. They also act as a nice distraction, if not amusing counterpart to the realism served by the likes of Mike Leigh and Ken Loach. What we get with The Full Monty is a jubilant look at the will of the human spirit when challenged. In this case, we witness a bunch of unemployed steel workers dealing with their immediate situation in the best way they know how, and what better way to do this than put on a striptease act. It touches on what it means for self-respect and their awareness of it. There’s laughs to be had amongst the day-to-day strife's, but their unwavering ambition remains the same.

#71

JURASSIC PARK

Steven Spielberg, 1993, USA

Including this adventure classic on the list might be considered an obvious choice and it can veer into camp parody at times. But with so many memories ingrained since childhood, how could it not be added? It has all the components you need for an action-fantasy adventure, aging rather well in the process. It strangely has heart too, as we witness a crestfallen Richard Attenborough, but the dynamic trio in the form of Sam Neil, Laura Dern and Jeff Goldblum lead the charge on a rescue mission. The film paces along perfectly, building plot pieces that lead to high intensity action complete with impressive dino-CGI and animatronics, as well as the all-important magic only Spielberg can conjure.

#72

CARRIE

Brian De Palma, 1976, USA

The horrors of coming of age and secondary school are enough to instil panic and anger in large doses. Enduring such memories alongside Carrie, who summons frightful telekinesis and the paranormal, immediately puts me on her side in. The film itself straddles elements of goofy comedy, classic horror manipulations, maniacal religious overtones, and lastly, delightful repercussions in a riotous bloodbath. I’m a regular schadenfreude.

#73

FESTEN

Thomas Vinterberg, 1998, Denmark

Underlying traumas and deep-rooted psychosis unearth and uproot themselves in this Dogme ’95 drama of intertwined family rifts and power dynamics. The unadulterated style of realism delivered through imposing camerawork is awkward, muddy and unnerving. With revelations slowly stirring in the strangely cramped castle setting, the troublesome dinner builds to a provocative nail-biting finale.

#74

ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND

Michel Gondry, 2004, USA

The innate possibilities and yearning etched into celluloid here is what captures the imagination; a glimpse at realigning the human memory or evading it shall we say. But can you imagine that possibility; the chance to block out unwanted trauma or mistakes, dalliances or disputes, the chance to delete certain aspects of one's life, much to the dismay of others. Michel Gondry uses his inventive vision to create illusion and uncertainty, sometimes heartwarming and sometimes scary. It’s not surprising of me to feature the director due to his work on eight Björk music videos, his collaborative work with the singer always spellbinding. The synergy Gondry utilises with Jim Carrey, Kate Winslet, Elijah Wood and Kirsten Dunst is marvellous here too, each of them fantastic in their roles. He aims to push the limits with subtlety and poignancy in a swirl of odd strangeness.

#75

THE WATERMELON WOMAN

Cheryl Dunye, 1996, USA

Inescapably ‘90s in overall look and ambiance, The Watermelon Woman tackles subjects concerning perceptions of race, history, queerness and portrayals of people with a divine lo-fi resonance. It did a very convincing job of fooling me into thinking Dunye’s research into the typecast ‘Mammy’ of 1930s Hollywood was entirely real, all punctuated with her day-to-day life at the video store she works at and her continued search for a girlfriend.

#76

MON ONCLE

Jacques Tati, 1958, France

Something of a unique picture as we traverse the odd day-to-day happenings of an angular and sparse French home, complete with vibrant and colourful architecture, 1950s wacky and modernist appliances and the off-kilter airs-and-graces of a seasoned middle-class couple. Much tomfoolery is to be had at the factory and trips to an unconventional rickety house in town, it’s all tied together by snippets of bungling dialogue and well-choreographed fanciful movements that are entirely sweet and charming.

#77

HIGH HOPES

Mike Leigh, 1988, UK

Fascinating to see parts of old Kings Cross in the late ‘80s, and even more fascinating to try and understand the many close to the bone subjects Leigh aimed to illustrate here; class, wealth, socio-economic status, the patriarchy and the sheer drudgery of existence in a political landscape of Tory oppressed Britain. Played out over a constant dirge of cello, harpsichord and double bass, that’s either mournful or spritely depending on the mood, it raises more questions upon repeated viewings. It’s similar in style to Leigh’s subsequent films, Life Is Sweet and Naked, although less good-natured or preachy, and we’re left to wallow in a dread that seeps into the fabric of our being. I begin to wonder why such a cognitive demanding and traumatic look of the world could end up on my list, but it’s essential viewing for a perspective, and as the Marxist-leaning son Cyril states mid-film “It’s a different world now”, begging the question, what can we change?

#78

TRAINSPOTTING

Danny Boyle, 1996, UK

Following on from the murky grit of Shallow Grave, Danny Boyles Trainspotting pushes the horror even further. With an unabashed soundtrack matching the ongoing ecstasy and disregard for human existence, the implosion of the kaleidoscopic cast grips you in its defiled veins.

#79

MRS. DOUBTFIRE

Chris Columbus, 1993, USA

Robin Williams is somehow at his most outrageous here, his wacky nature tailored to fit the frumpy, but seasoned and respectable drag/ cross dresser persona of Mrs. Doubtfire. It treads a rather routine and corny ‘90s family film path, and at times overdoses with mushy sentimentality and messages about parenthood and responsibility. But there are many laughs and gags to be had along the way, with Williams the star of the show in a sea of dowdy characters - the restaurant scene towards the finale is a frenzied, chaotic and slapdash stroke of genius that’s full of character.

Scarlett Johansson in Under The Skin

#80

UNDER THE SKIN

Jonathan Glazer, 2013, UK

An eerily lustful concoction with an irresistible sound motif. It lures the viewer into something that seems to signify a new-age style of sci-fi and horror; intelligent sci-fi cinema but without any overlong grand statements? Under The Skin urges us to question our principles about human sexual nature, morality and our molecular place in the universe. The otherworldly alien, played subtly by Scarlett Johansson juxtaposed against the Scottish landscape and city, as well as some unusual guerrilla filming are all brilliant choices and resonate coldly in a sea of despondency and confusion.

#81

THE CREMATOR

Juraj Herz, 1969, Czechoslovakia

There’s a dark sense of humour pumping through the veins of this black comedy. Framed shots and cinematography are perceived as 1930s expressionism; precise angles and wide-open views of the crematorium, inside and out. The candid and somewhat gruff proclamations from the cremator himself, an antagonist played creepily by Rudolf Hrusínský are darkly twisted, as his obsession with death and murdering his family seep into the membrane. The discordant atmosphere and jarring imagery slowly trickle free, leaving what can only be understood as symbolism pertaining the onset of the Nazis.

#82

BOYS ON THE SIDE

Herbert Ross, 1995, USA

The road trip movie is a fun journey to embark on, especially with strong-willed women, no matter what triumphs, mishaps or dilemmas they unwittingly find themselves in. Despite her stellar performances in Sister Act, Ghost and Jumpin’ Jack Flash, Whoopi Goldberg is pretty much flawless here as the assured head-strong lesbian singer, whilst Drew Barrymore plays the rebellious gal rather convincingly. Both of whom join Mary-Louise Parker’s character on the move to California. The film plays around with the notion of sisterhood, approaching it with a tenderness and spontaneity which is heartwarming but not excessively comfortable in its pulpy mulch. It builds to a charming, if sombre finish and one that I wasn’t quite expecting.

#83

BUGSY MALONE

Alan Parker, 1976, USA

Other childhood favourites of this ilk can easily dissolve. Yet, Bugsy Malone is one that doesn’t, undoubtedly due to the speakeasy setting of the ‘30s, gangster mobs using cream-like substances to gun enemies down, and more importantly, an excellent set of memorable songs. The child-only actors are cast well, none of them overplayed or obnoxious. I might consider it a worthy contender as one of the best musicals, simply because the songs don’t irritate, and the story retains a sense of humour. As a spoof of old gangster films, the pie fight finale is a humdinger and gives way to a well-meaning merge of two opposing sides.

#84

BEING JOHN MALKOVICH

Spike Jonze, 1999, USA

Indeed, it’s a secret portal from the seventh and a half floor of a dreary office that leads to the mind of John Malkovich? This beguiling picture dissects obsession and identity considerably candidly, but mainly it injects a hefty dose for the bizarre into our bloodstreams.

#85

MURIEL’S WEDDING

P.J. Hogan, 1994, Australia

Although messy and farfetched in places, the Australian sense of humour is the winning formula here. With an ABBA soundtrack offering Muriel an escape to realise her dreams, it’s an offbeat romantic comedy with a hollow heart, although it does capture the essence of being a misfit, whether you’re a rebel or bit of a birdbrain. The pairing of Toni Collette and spiky Rachel Griffiths as pals with a tempestuous relationship works incredibly well and sees us through to the end.

#86

CLOUD ATLAS

Tom Tykwer, Lana Wachowski and Lilly Wachowski, 2012, Germany

The high-octane ride of Cloud Atlas leaves an undeniable aura of melancholy over my rumination. Its six stories are beautifully interwoven by the three directors, perfectly utilising the talents of its cast in dual roles spanning the hundreds of years it resides. There’s an abundance of harrowing emotions dispatched across these eras, and although not without a sense of humour along the way, its finale is a glimmer of hope in what is already considered to be a post-apocalyptic and uneasy dystopia.

#87

THE MIST

Frank Darabont, 2007, USA

Adapted from the Stephen King novel, this is an interesting take on the horror sci-fi genre, its impending sense of doom obscured by a peculiar mist. When the locals become trapped in a minimarket, caged by their own fears and hardships, you intensely feel the inevitable cabin fever settling in and the subsequent division between a community dealing with their fate. The viewers own understanding is also shrouded in mist, and the film inquisitively taunts with creatures, supposedly unleashed by a government facility experiment gone wrong. All very B-moviesque and dipped in conspiracy. The bone-chilling use of ‘The Host of Seraphim’ by Dead Can Dance is a concluding factor placing it on this list.

#88

THE FALL

Tarsem Singh, 2006, USA

Simply put, it’s a magical escape into the mind of a child’s viewpoint when the tales of a wounded stuntman are relayed to her from a hospital ward in the 1920s. The imagery is vibrant and colourful, dripping in opulence with a delightful enthusiasm trickling phantasmagorical-like from country to country and from each heroic character to the next. With an innocent vision from the child, her storyteller is equally affected by his much-desired morphine reliance to help fuel his disheartened disposition.

#89

RAN

Akira Kurosawa, 1985, Japan

A film from Kurosawa later in his career, it brings to life all the similar themes and ideas of samurais and warlords expressed previously in his 1940s-1960s epics, but with Ran, we have the added essence of these stories in bright, Technicolor-like opulence. Returning again to William Shakespeare, Kurosawa tackles King Lear and creates a tragedy all his own. Outstanding performances abound, and huge bouts of violence circle around instinctual notions of revenge, treachery and power.

Halle Berry and Keith David in Cloud Atlas

#90

WHITE MATERIAL

Claire Denis, 2009, France

The resilience and stubborn nature of Isabelle Huppert’s character in White Material is a strange one. The ominous onset of an uprising in an unnamed African French territory is ever-present and broods, no doubt on racial injustices and conflict. It makes for an unnerving and weighty, if not social-philosophical viewing, as she fights to maintain her coffee crop and manage the breakdown of her profession, business and family.

#91

THE GREEN RAY

Éric Rohmer, 1986, France

One of my more recent discoveries, the French directors work seems based purely on the whims and charms of human characteristics. Just check Rohmer’s Autumn Tale and A Tale of Springtime for deeds of curiosity and soul stirring sincerity. The Green Ray is an equally reserved story of relatable proportions, and one that flashes upon thine eye. The solo holiday is presented naturally, locking in those awkward moments when you play hanger-on, or are simply unsure of your place. The vague and disparate connections Delphine feels, played effortlessly by Marie Rivière, are applied with almost organic, and spontaneous finesse. This is fleeting, as optimism for romance hangs in the air and when we finally get there, the meaning behind the film title is eloquently given, if only for a split second.

#92

MORVERN CALLAR

Lynne Ramsay, 2002, UK

Following her debut Ratcatcher, Lynne Ramsey caringly guides characters in this adaption of Alan Warner’s novel. There’s a realism to the Scottish landscape and town, whether it be the supermarket Morvern works in, or an eerie party on a nearby Scottish isle, and not forgetting the insane hacking up of her dead boyfriend in the flat. These are all skilfully depicted to make us feel like imposters. The unworldly aura of Morvern’s straightforward life turned upside down is strikingly likable. After all, her boyfriend has just killed himself, so you can accept her naïvely altering his unpublished novel and passing it off as her own. A trip to the highlands to be rid of the remains is like horror-noir, while a later trip to Ibiza offers some relief; the shambolic and grief-stricken mind of Morvern issuing herself some much need catharsis.

#93

STRICTLY BALLROOM

Baz Luhrmann, 1992, Australia

Depicting the usual fare of lovable bogans from the same white trash barrel we see in other ‘90s Aussie hits (Muriel’s Wedding and The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert), we’re treated to a hilarious shimmy of dance routines, camp comedy, and heated disagreements. Let’s not forget the impassioned romance too, as essentially, we’re anchored in a love story here. It’s one Baz Luhrmann manages to enthusiastically tell, evading the clichéd pitfalls usually associated with the subject. The terribly desperate Australian Pan Pacific Championships are fraught when upended by Scott and Fran’s fierce and fervid Paso Doble, greatly piling on the ironic humour to the max. It’s a shame many of Luhrmann’s other films don’t bear the same results.

#94

THE LOVE WITCH

Anna Biller, 2016, USA

An entirely refreshing take on witchcraft; one that is grandiosely camp and a feminist ode to love. Backed by gentle harp plucks, we traipse through foliage, Victorian tearooms and elaborate set pieces serving as an enigmatic triptych. Our witch dabbles in anthropology using an assortment of apparatus and instruments, fusing potions made from herbs, menstruation pads and piss to cast spells, perfectly embellishing the vampy costumes and pagan symbolism. But we find our witch in a quandary from loving too much. The acting is crystallised, all clear and precise, slowly drawing on B-movie exaggeration, while locations are pure daydreams from a Technicolor phantoscope.

#95

THE PLAYER

Robert Altman, 1992, USA

From the drawn-out opening scene that eerily pans across a movie studio offices and parking lot, it ambiguously outlines a clear atmosphere. We act as peeping Tom to daily routines, goings-on, eager pitches and curious hate mail, and we get the idea that Hollywood is not all it seems. The film has an ominous layer of (star)dust thinly veiled over satirical proceedings, paying homage to classic Hollywood, film noir in particular. The studio executive is expertly ‘played’ by a crafty and shrewd Tim Robbins, and whence taking a darker turn, the satire doesn’t let up. Neither does our voyeurism as a shifty Lyle Lovett and hilarious Whoopi Goldberg play upon one another as an amusing detective duo. Full of star cameos, unique cinema references and perfectly framed shots, it’s a sinister glance into the cutthroat world of Hollywood itself, the lampooning rolling until the very end.

#96

LILYA 4-EVER

Lukas Moodysson, 2002, Sweden

Moodysson’s light-hearted and funny coming of age film, Show Me Love and the even funnier commune dwelling Together focused on the humility of people trying to simply get along in the disparate locales they found themselves. The devasting Lilya 4-Ever broke this run of breezy films abruptly, tackling the hard-hitting subject of sex trafficking. By starting in an unnamed area of the Soviet Union, we act as distressed bystanders to the mother abandoning her daughter, and the false hope granted to Lilya from a stranger with the promise a new life in Sweden. It’s heart-breaking to see the awful conditions and situations she finds herself, antagonising at such injustices. The only saving grace is her friendship with suicidal 13-year-old Volodja, who has a presence in her life, even after he’s gone.

#97

LENINGRAD COWBOYS GO AMERICA

Aki Kaurismäki, 1989, Finland

We venture into the strangely strange here, but all with a firm tongue-in-cheek, although it sometimes doesn’t seem that way. We embark on a road trip with the Finnish klezmer music group and attempt to withstand their eccentric look and quirky sound to match. We follow their dim-witted bravado with an open heart as they try to make it or break it in corporate America, and then Mexico, observing an assortment of perceptions from folks along the way.

The Leningrad Cowboys on the road in Leningrad Cowboys Go America

#98

UN CHIEN ANDALOU

Luis Buñuel, 1929, France

An early surrealist short depicting the unconscious state a human mind can reach. The imagery is hypnotic, striking and bizarre. We onlook symbolism ranging from the slitting of an eye amidst roaming night-time clouds, an invasion of ants and strange dalliances in almost every corner of this dream realm, all backed by decidedly French musique. What can we expect when the screenplay was written by Salvador Dalí. None of it particularly makes sense, but to find any meaning would be missing the point.

#99

SECRET BALLOT

Babak Payami, 2001, Iran

From the opening shot of a ballot box landing in an unknown province of the middle east, we’re set-up for a film that’s as minimal as the vast landscape the registrar traverses in order to collect votes. Accompanied by a stringent, and often bewildered solider, who doesn’t seem to have much going on up top, it’s interesting to see how he slowly gains respect for the tenacious official seeking ballots. Much of the footage of residents in the remote areas could be classed as documentary, but the statements concerning the validity of their votes, or that voting itself doesn’t bring about any change for them, are rather frank in honesty.

#100

CHESS OF THE WIND

Mohammad Reza Aslani, 1976, Iran

Closing on this list was a difficult task with a handful of movies bubbling under vying to take #100’s place. Yet, I’ve settled on an Iranian oddity from the ‘70s set in the 1920s which serves as a gothic horror that slowly percolates unease and impending dread. The film itself was apparently lost forever at the turn of the Iranian Revolution, presumably never to see the light of day again. The characters, locale settings, Persian interiors and objects are all given equal focus throughout the restored picture, and with an assortment of themes explored, it all builds to a frantic crescendo of retribution.

Fakhri Khorvash centre stage in Chess of the Wind

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Broken Needle 💉

Writen to Marilyn Mansons' 'Broken Needle' AU, Tully doesn't kill juice and both on the outside, domestic, mentions of PTSD, alcohol use.

Inspired by TCD's 'My Comforter' series on AO3, following 'that light lies hid from men" also on AO3. @ineedthesons on tumblr

I don't own any of the characters, Juan Carlos 'Juce' Ortiz & Ron Tully belong to Kurt Sutter and Fx Original.

🌿 🌿 Home 🌿 🌿

The nightmares came again breaking him of the comfortable sleep he'd been in moments before, a tightness in his chest making his waking hours uncomfortable, the solitary comfort of Tully in their bed next to him long since fallen asleep doing little to calm him this time. "Sleep well, love" kissing Tully's forehead, Juice slipped out of the bed and into his jeans and am old samcro tee, no longer patched he found himself struggling to adjust, unsure of his place, not a son, not AB, that was Tully's place "I'll be back by morning" he grabbed a hoodie and socks, quietly padding out to the entryway of the home they'd made together.

Being a light sleeper, Tully stirred at the sound of keys scraping against a bowl, arm racking out to Juice's side of the bed, abandoned but still warm. "Shit" reluctantly crawling out of the arm bed, he pulled the blanket around himself and sauntered out "Jesus, Juice, it's...." Tully squinted at the wall clock reading shortly after midnight. "...12 in the morning baby" he cocked an eyebrow as the man's head shot up to look at him, started in the middle of tieing his boots.

"Nightmares, a-about you, prison, Chibs, loosing you" his heart was heavy, his brain craving the fresh air, freedom. "It's all noise, the only time I feel like I can escape it i-is on the road" Juice ran a hand over his face, sighing as Tully came over kneeling in front of him. "'m sorry for waking you papì" he smiled softly, a hand clasping his knee, reassuring him as best as Tully could.

Unable to argue with the need for freedom, Tully chewed at his bottom lip, thinking before speaking "the noise is just that, noise" he squeezed Juice's knee, taking on a gentle manner as the Puerto Rican watched him "do what you gotta do, as long as you come back, you hear?" Tully ran his free hand through his black hair, humming as his boyfriend laid a hand on top of the one of his knee. "You'll find your place, you always do."

Nodding, Juice brought his other knee up, foot on the bench as he continued tieing his boots "I will, I always do Tully" he stopped for a moment as Tully's hazel eyes weathered an anxious look "I'll be okay papì, and I'll come back to you" Juice let go of a breath, smiling as his boyfriend pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Go back to bed, read some poetry or something" he spoke blowing a kiss in Tully's direction of the way out the door.

Retreating to the couch not wanting to go back to an empty bed, Tully ran his fingers over the ring on his finger 'JCO' the inscription of Juice's christian initials. "That boys unwraveled me" he titled his head back eyes starting up at the ceiling as the roar of the motorcycles engine tore down the road away from their little piece of heaven. "And he fucking knows it." Shaking his head, he smiled as his phone lit up, a text from juice, 'I'll be home around 9, expecting breakfast.'. "lovely, he wants breakfast, so he expects to be back then." Tully took the chance to fall back asleep

🌿 🌿 Tig's & Venus's 🌿 🌿

Meeting with Venus, Juice kicked at the rock under his feet as the woman handed him a hot cup of tea. "Sorry for waking you, just needed a friend to talk to" he knew it was dangerous being here, unsure of where Tig stood as far as him still being alive. "I mean... Tully's good, but you.... you go out of your way to be a friend, he's my boyfriend so he has to."

"It's okay, Tigger's passed out anyway, got in late from a run to Nevada" sitting on the step, Venus invited Juice to sit down "not sleeping darling?" She wrapped her robe around herself as Juice sat, leaning back on his elbows. "And I get it, sometimes...." Taking a sip of her tea, Venus looked at the man "I'm a familliar face, easy to talk to despite being Tig's old lady." She smiled when Juice gave hee that hundred watt smile.

"H-ow is he? B-eein' VP and all?" He let the warmth of the cup deep into his hands as he watched the stars above. Their friendship was trivial, complex but they made it work. "Heard it from Tulls, and Chibs is president now?" Juice relaxed as Venus rubbed a hand over his shoulder, a motherly like gesture he had to fight against not to start crying on the stoop.

Listening as the boy talked, Venus took a breath in, sighing as the mention of Tig's title came up "he's doing alright with it, makes it hard at times when he has to play nice with the AB though." Tully was an exception to her scorn of such syndicates, the very basis of what threatened her being. "Chibs certainly is, that's why the green light was pulled, could bear to keep that order on you." She squeezed his shoulder as Juice shifted, hand disappearing in his hoodie sleeves.

Laughing at the AB comment, Juice grinned when Venus swatted the back of his head "ohh god, don't I know it, you know they could have killed me anyway" he reminiced, humming as his heart warmed "Tully gave up the shotcaller position to stay with me" running a hand over his jeans, Juice froze, hearing stirring from inside the house.

"They could have" she pulled the former son into a side hug and pressed a kiss to his temple. "But Tully never would have allowed it, fought for you constantly, he's so scared he could loose you" Venus had kept in touch with the once shotcaller, for sake of making sure the man didn't crack when he fell for Juice. "And don't you worry about Tig, he'll get over you being here." She met eyes with the man she'd fell in love with, lips pursed as he took a drink of the beer in his hand.

"As far as the record goes..." Tig, still in his cut, dropped into the rocking chair on the porch "...I never saw you and we never spoke" he'd been playing devil's advocate with the club and Venus lately. "I'm glad you're alive though, kid, you deserve a second chance at this life thing" Tig smiled when Juice looked up at him "damn it, I fuckin' love you Juicey" he quirked at the ring on juice's finger "is that a..." Questions, many of them.

Juice grinned at Tig's omission, willing to lie to keep him protected "deal, and thanks, I'm not exactly ready to die just yet." He liked at his ring, thumbing it as the glod shine between the black. "Something like that" Juice perked up as Tig asked about it "we're not legally married yet, I know I shouldn't be asking" hjs breath shook, body ceasing to shiver when Venus took his hand "but could you two....could you witness for us, city hall, next week?"

"You've got to much life left to live baby" Venus brushed her thumb over his cheek, smiling when Tig watched fondly, just like he did when Joey was around. "If that's what you want, we'd love to" answerjng before Tig could object "Alexander foendtnhsve much say here, as far as I'm concerned." She was happy to see that Juice found someone who appreciated him.

🌿 🌿 Home 🌿 🌿

Walking through the door, Juice groaned at the smell of bacon and eggs wafting from the kitchen. "Good morning to you" he eyed the man who greeted him with a hot coffee, grey sweat set low on his hips and no shirt as Tully kissed him softly. "You look comfortable" Juice smiled, half yelping when a hand connected with his ass.

"You ever do that again and I'll greenlight your ass all the way to fucking mexico" Tully had been startled awake at 5 in the morning by a call from Venus telling him Juice was at her place. "I thought something bad happened when I heard her voice on the phone." He herded the man into the kitchen and hugged him from behind "I'm too old to be scared awake like that"

"Just needed a friend to talk to" he leaned into the man's hold, muscles tight but relaxing slightly at the smell of tobacco and vanilla, Tully, mixed with the smells of breakfast "you smell like home, Tulls" Juice welcomed a kiss to the top of his head and a gentle squeeze to his waist. "But there's times I need Venus, she's kind of all I've got right now." He nezzled into his boyfriend, taking a sip of his coffee.

Regaining his center, Tully buried his head in Juice's neck, leather and lemon. "That's okay, she's good to have around" He ran his hand up the man's arms, reassurance that his boy was still alive. "I know, you do too, baby boy" Tully squeezed juice lightly before releasing, letting him beeline to the breakfast nook. "D-id you get a chance to talk to Tig? About next week?" He asked, carrying their plates over and siting down.

"She really is, kind of motherly, more than Gemma was at least." Perking up at the sight of chocolate pancakes, Juice mumbked a thank you against Tully's lips as they kissed. "I did, Venus didn't give him a choice, they're game for it" he quieted saying a silent thank you to the universe for Tully, for this moment, and the love they shared. "I guess that would..." Pressing a kiss to Tully's nose, he grinned wide "...make you my old lady, if I was still patched" Juice laughed as he recieved a glare sure to make anyone else shit themselves.

"That she is, it's good for you, to have her influence" Tully had benefited from her being around as well, made the adjustment to living outside easier. "she's got the VP wrapped around her finger, and she fucking knows it." He took a fork full of egg handing it out to juice. "You're not patched" thinking about it and looking to his own outstretched hand, it clicked. "For fucks sake I fucking am your old lady, aren't I " cringing at the application of club culture, Tully settled into his role of dotting fiancee as Juice took the bait.

🌿 🌿 1 Week Later 🌿 🌿

Eyeing the clock, Tig's leg bounced under the table, his closed fist resting just over his mouth. "K, we gotta wrap this up Chibby" he spoke up, ignoring the looks from happy and Chibs. He'd made a promise to Venus and damn it, he wasn't going to be late.

"Somewhere yeh need teh be Tiggy?" Shifting his seat so he was facing Tig, eyes cooking as his VP sat forward, arms resting on the table top, the man had been anxious all morning, quite uncharacteristicly for that matter. "I was just about to wrap up enywhey" Chibs pointed out before slamming the gavel down and closing out chapel.

"Actually, Yes, I...have to meet Venus down town" a half truth, but a lie enough that Chibs's Glasgow smile turned down "Jesus Chibs, you don't want the full answer" Tig didn't want to rip the rug out form under his friends feet like this. It felt wrong to lie though, even though he wasn't, not in theory. "I, fuck, come with me."

O.o.O.o.O.o.O

Heading the door to the makeshift shift space he'd been using to get ready, Juice froze when he caught not only Tig's but also Chibs's reflection in the mirror. "You brought hi-" he set his jaw, straightening up as his former flame looked him over, threatening to shared him to pieces without speaking. "God J-ust...Venus" Juice turned to the woman "could you and Tig give us a minute?"

"I didn't have time to warn you, he saw through my lie" he gave the man a hug and smiled as Juice looked pretty good in a suit, like a proper godfather. "Be easy on him, yeah?" Taking Venus's hand, he led her out to the hallway, closintthe door behind them. "Listen, baby, I'm so sorry" he looked down as her expression was uncertain.

"I don't know, maybe it'll be good for both of them" Venus straightened Tig's cut, runnifnber hands over the leather and brought him into a hug "just know if it ruins today for Juice, I won't hesitate to kill you myself." She pecked his lips and smiled as man grinned. "Maybe fuck you death but that's beside the point."

His eyes scanning the man in from of him, Chibs noted the ring in Juice's finger, the suit and the marriage license on the small desk. "You found someone then" he finally spoke, accent thick as it dawned on him he'd lost his boy a long time ago. "I-i'm happy for yeh Juicey." Chibs shifted from foot to foot, unsure of what to really say.

Juice nodded, seeing Chibs with the president patch felt right, like the Sons might have a running chance at survival. "I have, it's uhh...it's Tully" the finality in his voice startling even himself, he was getting to marry the man he loved, thanks to Chibs pulling the green light. "Holy shit, thank you Chibs, you're the whole reason I get to do this today" Juice lunged at the man, hugging him tight.

The admission on one hand stung but on the other made Chibs feel like he'd done something right "you sure have weird taste in men, boy" he smiled as Juice hugged him, the boy's head pressed against his cut. "I guess in a sick way I am, I couldn't let that be the end, you're too special." Chibs could rest assured the man didn't hate him.

"C-ould you stay?" Juice let go and looked up at the Scot, heart fluttering as his once brother regained his compsure. "Please? For me?" He smiled as Chibs took his hand, Inspecting the ring "it's black onyx and gold" Juice spoke "the Chinese say onyx teaches the wearer to have strength and perseverance and to trust in themselves" all things he needed to remember, Tully's way of saying he wouldn't let him forget.

O.o.O.o.O.o.O

Initially taken aback to see Chibs next to Tig, Tully chose to be civil figuring juice had asked him to be here. "God you look... beautiful Juan Carlos." He smiled as Juice held his head high, black slacks, white shirt accenting the man's Puerto Rican and black skin tone and tattoos barely visible. "Shit, I can just imagine Jeff stroking out right about now." The idea of a former shotcaller marrying a biracial Puerto Rican black American would have gotten him killed if he still held rank.

"Let him, you've done your bidding" Juice took Tully's hand, his thumb grazing the spot where a swastika once marked the man's skin “In times of adversity and change, we really discover who we are and what we’re made of. Howard Schultz" he'd watched Tully I've the last few years rediscover hismelf void of a title, it was inspiration at the best of times."

🌿 🌿 Home 🌿 🌿

The first night they spent as a married couple Juice hauled a long since ignored box in from the garage, the remnants of his past as a son, a part of him Tully had picked the broken pieces of up and pieced back together. "I should burned this shit ages ago" he spoke, taking the cover off and sitting it aside, smiling when his husband looked up from the copy of Bronte's work he'd gotten as a 'wedding' gift from venus and Tig. "Guess I sort of reaped what I sewed" juice dropped his eyes to the box, muscles ram rod straight as his hand fell to the leather of his cut, full patch still present.

Tully knew enough of biker, specifically sons, culture from hearing juice talk about it that he could decypher the 'reap what you sew' comment. "Burning it would feel good in the moment" he gave the man a knowing glance, acknowledgjng he'd heard him. "knowing you Juan Carlos, you'd feel miserable after and be all mopey." Juice's sudden tension cluing him into a possible crisis as the man swallowed, eyes flicking to the cut Juice had picked up.

"Holy shit, thi-" he wasn't sure if he should process it as a mayhem call or if it was the club's way of letting him have a means to an ending of one chapter as he started a new one. "You know..." Juice lifted his head, eyes meeting Tully's as he was being analyzed. "I could think of a few uses for this" he tipped his head, grinning as Tully followed his thought process. "Why they don't know about what happens here can't hurt them." Juice bit his lip, laughing when he was pulled onto the couch.

"I believe, Juan Carlos, that you have a death wish" pulling Juice into a passionste kiss, he sat up and swung Juice into his lap. "Shirt off, cut on" Tully's fingers ran over the ink adorning juice's chest, toned muscles rippling as movements were calculated. "How many fuck you's is this now?" They'd almost made it a past time in their acts of blasphemy against the club.

Sliding the cut over his shoulders, Juice steadied his breathing, warding off the reaper that was his past. "I lost count somewhere around the night you beat the shit out of Happy" he focused on the hand flexing against his chest, remind him to breathe, he'd seen a different side of Tully that night, the side that was willing to cause a possible war with the Sons for him. "The rest were less calculated than that" Juice let his eyes open, Tully's hazel ones staring back, a look he couldn't quite read crossing the man's face.

In a twisted manner it was almost like the cut offered Tully a glimpse into the man juice once was, it strangely tuned him on as his husband excused both anxiety and confidence, two sides of the same coin. Sons of his past and attonement offered in sweet blasphemous want. "I-i'm so-orry, I know you were talking but I don't think I heard any of that" he admitted, it had been like the world around him stopped for a moment, he questioned if he might have a leather kink, cheeks bruning red when Juice stood up a hand outstretched to him.

🌿 🌿 Fin 🌿 🌿

**I know alot of this wouldn't fly in MC culture, Juice having left into he trems that he did, getting excommunicated, greenlit then not, the letting him live after what he did, etc...but again, it's fanfiction it's neither cannon or MC.

#chibs telford #juice ortiz #sons of anarchy #tig trager #ron tully #venus van dam #tig trager fanfiction #juice ortiz fanfic #juan carlos ortiz #domestic fanfiction #non cannon fanfiction

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