After having seen this movie a million times 🙈 we were finally able to go to one of its filming locations in London... ❤️😍 and we were like kids on Christmas morning 🤣
In addition, of course, we read all the comics from The Old Guard created by Greg Rucka who also wrote the film and the one to come. 😁
And how can I tell you that we are waiting for The Old Guard 2 like the messiah 😂
Do you like the movie too?
🎬 The Old Guard (2020)
📍 Filming location: Wapping Beach, London
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Après avoir vu ce film un million de fois 🙈 on a enfin pu se rendre sur un de ses lieux de tournage à Londres... ❤️😍 et on était comme des gosses le matin de Noël 🤣
En plus, bien sûr, on a lu tous les comics de The Old Guard créé par Greg Rucka qui a aussi écrit le film et celui à venir. 😁
Et comment vous dire qu'on attend The Old Guard 2 comme le messie 😂
Vous aussi vous aimez le film ?
🎬 The Old Guard (2020)
📍 Lieu de tournage : Wapping Beach, Londres
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The man - middle-aged to strangers, oppressively old in his own mind, a baby to most of his friends - sat down by the woman's bedside. She was ancient by anyone's standards. He gently took her hand in his, noting the thin skin and swollen knuckles, fingers gnarled with scars. He didn't know if the strength he felt was actually in her hand or just in his memory.
"So," he said, his tone deliberately light, "I hear you yelled at Joe."
"I did."
"It's all right, he knows you didn't mean it."
"No, no I did that too." This surprised him; she could be fierce and harsh, but rarely spiteful or cruel.
"What'd he do?"
"To deserve it? Nothing."
"You said you meant it."
"I did mean it. Then. I wouldn't mean it now. I believed it, no I knew it then. But not now. Do you understand?"
"Sure, yeah, of course. You weren't feeling well. No one's upset at you." Which was true. Joe was devastated, but in a more general sense.
She clutched his hand, and he rejoiced to see that her strength was not just a memory after all. "No," she said, "not that. Do you understand?"
When he did not reply, she continued, "Being sick, it's not just pain. I forgot, and you've forgotten, but it's different. It does things to your head - "
"Andy, we know, no one blames you - "
"Let me finish. Sometimes I hate everyone who isn't sick, just because I hate being sick so much. It's a real thing, but it's not the only thing. I meant what I said when I said it, but I also love him."
"He knows that."
She let go of his hand long enough to slap it. "Idiot. I'm not talking about Joe. I'm talking about you and your son." The man seemed to stop breathing.
"If you can do it for me, you can do it for yourself and your boy. He meant what he said when he said it, when he was miserable and sick and dying. But I know now, I know that the hate and resentment weren't all he felt. It was a real thing, but not the only thing. Just like Merrick was a real thing about you, but not the only thing." She looked at him sharply, and he wondered what she saw in his face. "Will you at least think about it?"
He sighed. "I will. I promise I will."
He took her hand again, and long after she fell asleep he stayed there watching over her, both of them growing older, minute by minute, as time pressed on.
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