#still new to his filmography

[ginkovskij]

kaurismäki save me.... aki kaurismäki... save me aki.....

#still new to his filmography #but i really like his comedy/romantic movkes so far (: #the way he uses colours but the atmosphere is still kinda sad #and the way people in his movies are not super attractive and they are brilliant and rich and witty and perfect #they are super regular people with super regular working class problems #they have normal jobs and normal houses sometimes they lose their jobs and they can't pay bills and rent #they are crushed by loneliness and feel like they forgot how to interact with others #they have awkward dates or immediately plan to get married or kill everyone who was cruel to them #theh speak very little and kiss cheeks after being to the movie together #they have their worries and when they turn on the news it's tienanmen or iraq or ukraine #it's very real and for once in my life i thought oh this could be me! #notes of a countryside dandy

[notafunkiller]

Attending the Berlinale (The Berlin International Film Festival | February 15-25, 2024) will bring more opportunities for Sebastian.

He wanted to have more power over his projects aka to produce since he was in his 30s (producing = freedom and control). He always wanted to have an input when it comes to his characters, and I think he managed to do this the most with "Fresh" (before "A Different Man"), and it's a project very dear to him.

I know "I, Tonya" was the film that made directors notice him, take him seriously, and want to work with him more [internationally too], but he's always had range. He never chose "the pretty but boring boy" role. He loves grey and dark characters because they are human and there is more to explore.

He was just ignored.

Even though he's American too, not just Romanian (he moved there when he was 12), he's still seen as a foreigner by the film industry.

I think Sebastian believes he still needs to prove himself to get awards. So getting an award is even harder in this case because no matter how much PR you do, how hard working you are, how great you are at What you do, how much passion you put into your work and your roles, you're still (seen as) an outsider.

[Don't get me wrong, I think the roles he chose and chooses are challenging and send a message in general. They have layers and are human. He always gets out of his comfort zone, which is incredible.]

Also, it's "funny" how journalists and reviewers have ignored Sebastian for decades and now praise him as a new star (they did it for "Sharper" too), even though his filmography is varied (different roles, different genres) and it displays how talented and hard working he is.

This also says a lot about the prejudice they have:

[source: Deadline]

"In another type of movie" as if: "I, Tonya," "Monday", "Endings, Beginnings", "Fresh", "Sharper" etc are the same type of movie, and the fandom is limited in general...

They overlooked hin just because he became famous with Marvel, and he's seen just as the guy who plays Bucky Barnes... And they say it in an offensive way, anyway; as if Bucky has no complexity, no depth... as if he's just a flat character, so Sebastian playing him shows nothing. But they are so wrong!

He played so many versions of Bucky (40s Bucky, TWS, lost WS, Bucky trying to figure out who he is, trying to adapt etc).

The way he acts when Bucky's finally free of the brainwashing will always haunt me:

His eyes, in general, are so expressive. It's just amazing!

And Craig Gillespie worked with him three times ("I, Tonya", "Pam & Tommy", "Dumb Money"). He even chose Sebastian to give him an award [source: The Messenger].

A director like Craig wouldn't work with someone with no range.

Sebastian proved himself so many times! He always chooses challenging projects and roles and doesn't care if he's the main or the side character. He always wants to learn and be better.

I really hope more people will start to recognize how great he is.

#sebastian stan #sebastianstan #my opinion #a different man #i tonya #sharper #fresh #sundance #fysebastianstan #pam & tommy #dumb money #monday #endings beginnings #bucky barnes #marvel #mcu #berlin film festival #berlinale #stansclan #seb stan #sebstan

[ingravinoveritas]

thought you might be intrigued (or that it's old news to you), but you know when MS quotes "what do any of us have but our illusions, and what do we ask of others, but we be allowed to keep them?" in that GO press tour interview? discovered today it's from Kenneth Williams: Fantabulosa (2006), in a conversation about the morality of casual sex...

Hi there! Thank you so much for sharing this with me.

I still can't get Michael quoting that line out of my head. I'll put up the video here so we can see it again:

I actually have seen Fantabulosa as well, which I watched in 2019 after first discovering Michael and binge-watching my way through his filmography. For some reason, though, I'd completely forgotten that that quote was said in there (within the context of the morality of casual sex, no less), so I very much appreciate you refreshing my memory.

What's really interesting is that the quote itself isn't actually originally from Fantabulosa--it's from W. Somerset Maugham, who was a closeted gay author/playwright who married a woman (Syrie Wellcome) out of obligation. Per Wikipedia:

"After the South Seas trip Maugham visited the US and was joined by Syrie. In May 1917 they married at a ceremony in New Jersey. He entered the marriage from a sense of duty rather than from personal inclination, and the two quickly began to grow apart."

So yes, I get the feeling that the "what do any of us have but our illusions" quote being featured in Fantabulosa was not an accident, and Michael saying it in that GO 2 interview last year was even less of one. To quote Douglas MacKinnon from a few years ago: "Everything is meant..."

#verityontheothersites #reply post #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #good omens 2 #fantabulosa #to also quote Lizzy Caplan as Virginia Johnson in Mos: 'There are no accidents are there?' #it sure doesn't feel like a coincidence #also the fact that Michael literally moves closer to David when he says it #at this point the subtext might as well be a billboard #i think Michael has been telling us exactly who he is for a long time now #but i will leave it to my followers to make up their own minds #ineffable lovers #discourse

[canirove]

My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 15

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“Another party?”

“Another party” Lucy said while closing the door behind her, the pizzas that had just been delivered on her hands. “That greasy friend of his was coming out of the lift with a girl on each arm.”

“Greasy?”

“Yes, that one who doesn’t know what an encyclopedia is.”

“Oh, you mean Grealish” I laughed.

“Same thing. He has greasy hair, so” she shrugged.

Rúben was throwing a party. Again. Like after every game at home they had had lately. It had become his new favourite thing to do once his parents and Ivan had left for Portugal to continue with his recovery there. 

Most of them lasted until pretty late, but the walls were thick and neither Julia, nor her mum or I, were hearing things we didn’t want to hear. Though most mornings we would cross paths with a different girl leaving his apartment, and it was all because of me. 

The moment I came back from London I went to speak with him, to tell him everything that had happened with Aaron. And he hadn't taken it very well.

“I knew something like this would happen after you hung up. I just knew it!”

“Rúben…”

“No! He took advantage of you, you know? You said it yourself, you have little to no experience with men. He noticed and took advantage of it.”

“He didn’t, Rúben. Like I told you already, I said yes to it, I did it willingly.”

“As if that made it any better” he snorted.

“Rúben…”

“I need to be alone” he said, storming out the door, those words being the last we shared.

“Anyway” Lucy said, bringing me back to the present. “What Chris Evans' movie are we watching today?”

“The Red Sea Diving Resort.” 

While Rúben was partying and doing God knows why, this was what I had chosen to do to cope with what had happened between us: watch Chris Evans’ filmography while it was just Lucy and I at home. It probably was the worst decision ever because he kept reminding me of Rúben and because Chris is a bit… special picking roles. But the time we were spending together was priceless.

“It sounds… interesting.”

“People say it is boring, but I’ve seen gifs online and he looks so hot.”

“Then it’ll be worth it” Lucy said, handing me a beer. “To Chris Evans’ boobs.”

“And America’s ass” I laughed. 

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“Yes, grandma. I’ll go.”

“This may be it, you know?”

“I know. That’s why I’m going. See you next week, ok?”

“Ok. Love you, sweetie.”

“Love you too” I said, hanging up and walking into the lift. The moment it started moving, it made some weird noises, and when I was almost on my floor, it stopped. “Oh, no. No, no, no. Please move.”

But it didn’t. The lift had stopped. 

I pressed my floor’s button again, but nothing was happening. Well, not really. The lights were flickering. 

“No, no, no, no!” I screamed, pressing the emergency button, hoping someone would answer or come see what was going on. But it wasn’t working. Julia had pressed it more than once and it usually made a ring noise. Not today. 

And then, the lights went off. I was in complete darkness.

“This can’t be happening. No, no, no” I said again, unlocking my phone and calling Roger. He had been at the door when I came in, he should be answering. But he didn’t. I tried many times, and he didn’t pick up.

“Ok, breathe. Just breathe” I told myself, my hands shaking. I needed to get out of that lift. 

I tried calling Roger again, but it was pointless. The buttons still weren’t working and I was starting to feel very hot, so I sat down, trying to focus on my breath, closing my eyes and thinking that I was in my room, sitting on my bed, relaxing… But that didn’t work out either.

“Fuck!” I yelled, starting to cry. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” 

I unlocked my phone again, not sure about what I was doing. And then, for the first time in months, I called him.

“Rúben!” I cried when I heard him picking up. “Please don’t hang up, Rúben. I’m scared. Please.”

“Are you ok? What happened, where are you?” 

“Home, stuck on the lift. Please come get me out of here, please” I said between sobs.

“I’m on my way home from training. I’ll be there in ten minutes, ok?”

“Please” I cried.

“Ten minutes. I promise.”

I’m not sure if it took him ten minutes to arrive or not, but it felt like an eternity. When I heard noise above my head, I thought I was dreaming. Or maybe going crazy. But then the lights turned on again, and the doors of the lift slowly started to open.

“I’m getting you out of there, ok?” Rúben said. “I’m here.”

He was the one opening the doors.

“Give me your hand” he said once there was enough space for me to go through. I did as he told me, and I was suddenly flying, finally leaving that damned lift. 

“Rúben” I gasped when my feet touched the floor, hugging him and starting to cry again.

“It’s ok” he said, hugging me back. “It’s ok, you are ok. I’m here.”

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“Feeling better?” Rúben said, sitting on the couch next to me. “You’ve stopped shaking.”

“Yes, I think the tea is helping. Thank you.”

“Of course. Do you need anything else? Do you want me to call Lucy?”

“No, no, it’s fine. Don’t ruin her date.”

“Is she seeing someone?”

“Yep. And she doesn’t want to tell me who he is, which isn’t fair. I’ve told her everything about me and now she is keeping secrets.”

“What about you? Are you seeing someone? Ramsdale, perhaps?” 

“Oh, no. We’ve texted a few times because he wanted to know how I was, but nothing else.”

“I'm sorry about everything I said that day" Rúben said after a few seconds in the most awkward silence ever. "About the way I shouted at you. I shouldn't have done it, I regret it so much…”

“It's ok.”

“No, it isn’t. I had barely slept, then during training Pep had gotten mad at me because I wasn’t focused, and even though it isn’t an excuse, when you told me what had happened in London I just exploded and made you pay for everything. And I shouldn't have done that. You didn’t deserve it, you had done nothing wrong.”

“I made out with another guy and ended up in bed with him.”

“But we weren’t dating, were we?” Rúben said. “And we hadn’t discussed if we were exclusive or the type of relationship we had.” 

“I guess, yeah.”

“I’m sorry” he said again. “I really am. If I could go back in time and do things differently, I would. ”

So would I, I said to myself.

“What about the parties, tho?” I dared to ask. After his apology and basically clearing out things between us, I needed to know if he was seeing someone. If he had moved on. “Would you also change that?”

“Definitely.”

“Really? You all seemed to be having lots of fun.”

“Nah.”

“Then none of those girls you were with made the cut?” I said, arching an eyebrow. He noticed and answered like I expected: with that smirk of his, making the last bits of the knot in my chest disappear.

“They are Jack’s friends. Very hot, but if you ask them about... I don't know, Stradivarius, their first thought is the shop, not the violins. They’ve probably never heard about the violins, to be honest.”

“Rude” I chuckled.

“But it is the truth. Do you want another one?” he asked after I left my mug on the table.

“I’m fine, thank you.”

“I’ve missed you, you know? This. Us.”

“I’ve missed you too” I said, looking up at him. God, I had missed him. I had missed him so much. Seeing him in photos from the games or in training wasn’t the same as having him here, in the flesh, just a few centimetres away from me. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

“Please.” 

And before I had time to blink, he was already doing it. And it was a movie worth kiss like all his kisses were. 

“Rúben” I whispered between kisses, both of us laying on his sofa. “Let’s go to your room.”

“What?” he said, lifting his head from my neck and looking at me. 

“I want to go to your room.”

“Are you… are you sure?”

“Yes. C´mon” I said, getting up.

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“You can stop me whenever you want” Rúben said, kissing my stomach.

“I know. I've heard you the other eighty times you’ve said it” I giggled. 

“Just eighty?” he said while looking up at me, that smirk on his face.

“Eighty-one with this. And again, I’m telling you I don’t want you to stop. I want to do it. All of it. And I want to do it with you.”

#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

03/14/24 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast & Crew; Erroll Shand; Taika; David Jenkins; Save OFMD Crew Theory Thursday; #GLAADforOFMD with AdoptOurCrew; HBO Nonsense; Uproar; Articles; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

= Erroll Shand =

In case you needed yet another reason to love Erroll, he was so sweet about all the birthday wishes and he sent a video in response on Instagram.

On top of that, he responds to literally every message he gets with comments and emojis. Just, really sweet of him to do that.

= Taika Waititi =

Apparently doing a lot of product placement lately!

And a "cool video" which can be seen on @fuckyeahworldoftaika

== David Jenkins ==

Chaos Dad poked his head out for a moment to re-tweet @adoptourcrew's #GLAADforOFMD

== Save OFMD Crew #TheoryThursday ==

Wanna throw some theories in? Reach out on any of the @saveofmdcrewmates socials! Instagram

== #GLAADforOFMD ==

In honor of the GLAAD Awards show going on today, our friends at @adoptourcrew were doing a campaign across twitter and IG to find out what you were #GLAADforOFMD for. If you're interested in sending them some notes: Instagram

== HBO Nonsense ==

Reminder: You can Still sign the petition to #FireDavidZaslav, which is still trending at least 3 days in a row now.

== Uproar ==

Our captain's next movie comes out tomorrow in the use Mar 15! It has come to our attention that it's hard to actually get in and see the movie because it's only available in select cities.

The #RhysDarbyFaction has put together a doc on where to find tickets, and if you can't find them, how to help get Uproar in theatres near you with engaging with various theatres.

Also, the easiest thing you can due to help is like and share posts by Blue Fox Entertainment!:

 Like and Share Posts by Blue Fox Entertainment Regarding Uproar on the Various Social medias:

Blue Fox Ent Twitter

Blue Fox Ent Instagram

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Blue Fox Ent Facebook

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== Watch Party Reminders ==

= Wrecked =

Times will be 10pm GMT / 5pm EST / 4pm CST / 2pm PST. Watch two episodes per day. Episodes are 21-22 minutes each. Use the following Saturday for the tags/watch if interested but not able to make this time.

Hashtags: 

#WreckedPirates

#SaveOFMD

#RhysDarbyFaction

= Mar 15: Lube As A Crew =

Our dear friends over at @astroglideofficial are hosting one last Lube As A Crew, with all of Season 2 in one go! Starts Friday March 15th 12 pm Noon PST ( 4pm EST, 8 pm GMT)

Mar 17: Pirate Radio/The Boat That Rocked Watch Party! 

Sunday the 17th of March at 7:30pm GMT / 3:30 pm EST / 1:30 pm CST Hosted & Graphics by @Tillychmo

Watch Party Hashtags:

PirateRadio 

AdoptOurCrew

SaveOFMD

OurFlagMeansWatchAlong

== Calendar Reminder ==

Tomorrow is #OurFlagRTL! Join @OurFlagRTL on Twitter for Our Flag Means Death 1 x 10 and a Season 2 binge to celebrate the German release!

#OurFlagRTL - 9:30am PST / 12:30pm EST / 4:30pm GMT

== Articles ==

Our Friends at Tv Insider wrote a very awesome quote regarding the cancellation of OFMD while talking about Rhys Darby and his appearance in the new Night Court series.

"Night Court marks Darby’s first TV appearance since Our Flag Means Death ended in October 2023 and was criminally canceled in January. While we’re still grieving that loss, it’s great to see Darby in another romantic and comedic role so soon." https://www.tvinsider.com/1126692/night-court-rhys-darby-dave-foley-duke/

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies. I hope you had a reasonably good day. I was a bit out of sorts and if I was weird to anyone I'm really sorry, wasn't anything directed at you. Reminded me very much how we need to be able to forgive ourselves, and even though we can preach one way, actually doing it can be really difficult sometimes, especially in the moment. I'm pretty worn out tonight, so I'll leave you with @thelatestkate's wise words, please always keep on keepin' on. The world wouldn't be the same without you. Love you crew.

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

I realize they are different interviews, but they embody the same thing :)

Tonight's Taika Courtesy of @livwifeofkarl

Daily Darby Courtesy of @izzy-hands

#daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #ofmd #our flag means death #rhys darby #taika waititi #GLAAD #be a billboard #adopt our crew #save ofmd #save ofmd crewmates #erroll shand #david jenkins #uproar

[catsgetoutduringmidnight]

Aziraphale & Eddington.

Neil has confirmed us that David Tennant *actually* exists within the Good Omens universe. Thus, we may assume that the whole of his filmography, except for Good Omens, also exists. We may assume as well that Aziraphale has more or less followed Doctor Who over the decades, and that somehow, with time, the actor of his favourite doctor earned an eerie similarity to Job. But this isn't about him, right now. This is about his son in law.

I would like to think Aziraphale did enjoy the utterly handsome Eighth doctor, ending up glued to the screen and getting deeply excited about this incarnation. He probably got upset because of his only appearance on TV, but would still be delighted to see the series coming back to the BBC in 2005. The Ninth doctor may have appeared a bit tough to him at first, but there was something deeply endearing about him. Maybe it was the way he rocked that leather jacket, or his sense of humour, or his bravery, or his charming accent... He never really knew, but it was sad to say goodbye so soon again. "Who will be the new doctor?" He thought to himself. "Will they be blond? Taller? Will they wear a vest? A bowtie perhaps?". When the young man appeared on screen before Rose for the first time, Aziraphale was left completely mesmerised. The young man was... Different. He had slightly long hair and, honestly, he really liked how the leather jacket suited him too. Once the credits rolled, he found out his name: David. "Oh, that's a lovely name," he thought to himself. "That's the name of a king!".

He followed his seasons very carefully, blushing with his cheekiness, chuckling with his jokes, and loving how adventurous and fair the man was. Thanks to Crowley, he even dared to go to "the videoclub" and rent some of his earlier works. Oh, how handsome the man looked in The Last September, what a dear he was in Takin' Over the Asylum, how lovely he was in Duck Patrol, and what a cocky detective he was in Blackpool... Although, he admitted not being too focused on observing his labour as a detective there. The young man was rather handsome. Aziraphale flushed, could this be love? How silly of him! Falling in love with an actor! He was an angel! Which, inherently, also meant he was born to love. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn't something bad. It could be silly, of course, but forgivable.

One afternoon, Aziraphale went to the videoclub on his own, and found a movie he hadn't checked out yet. Einstein and Eddington, a scientific movie it was. The young man looked wonderful in those glasses and stunning sandrift linen suit. Humans may say one mustn't judge a book by its cover, but this dvd already seemed perfect for him! Thus, the angel rented it and decided to treat himself with the film. He laid on his white cream sofa, got under his soft tartan blanket, and pressed the play button. A smile came across his face when he saw the man in those light refined clothes. What a delight to the sight that was.

The angel felt it deeply when he learnt that Eddington was in love with a man he couldn't have, but his heart did not only wrench there, no. It was when he saw the man stand before the orrery when things got clearer. He had to pause the video. Aziraphale got up and sat close before the screen, brushing his fingers against the image. "Crowley..." He mumbled. The only thing in his mind was the image of the spectacular ginger angel he met, in their neat white dress, creating a whole universe in front of his eyes. The way their thin fingers moved, the eagerness in their voice, the dark greenish of their gaze, way more breathtaking than the vastness of hues of the newborn nebulae. And when the blond saw, further on, the physicist crying desperately for his vanished love in the wide green garden, his heart shattered into shards.

He would not admit it, but he did not watch the movie just once that night. Not twice either. Eddington was just like his dear boy, not specifically the angel, nor specifically the demon. It was him. With their curiosity, and their passion, and their deep care, and hunger for answers and justice. He felt warm tears threatening to fall from his eyes and his mind started wandering. Because, what if. Just, what if Crowley had ever felt like Eddington? What if he was worried that one day he would never see his angel again? What if there were feelings trapped in his chest he feared never being able to express? Would he be like the astronomer and, once again, question God for her ineffable decisions? It took Aziraphale a good while to get away from the screen, from that eerily familiar image fueling his heart. It took him days for his sorrow over the fictional Eddington's life to lighten, after being the root of many, many wondering.

The next time the angel met his partner, he was certainly still caught up in his thoughts. The demon noticed, so he decided to ask him about his series and that actor that had truly drawn his attention. He didn't really know what he saw in him, but it didn't take much to notice the pure bliss in his blue eyes when he told him about his character's adventures. The way his words flowed in excitement and his hands often moved around to help with it. The angel was finally enjoying himself in something else than books and occasional music, and seeing him so cheerful did really brighten the demon too.

"How are things going with your binge watching? Have you gotten your hands on another series, or...?"

Aziraphale slowly lifted up his head and stared nervously into Crowley's eyes. He did not know what to say, how could he put into words his worry? Even worse, how to explain where all this came from? The ginger would probably laugh. Worrying that deeply about a character? A movie character? The angel got dewy-eyed. Please no, not in front of him, not like this, he prayed. The demon frowned, he sensed there was something his beloved couldn't easily tell.

"Aziraphale? Is everything alright?" The ginger asked softly. The principality breathed deeply and finally, managed to speak, as he fiddled with his vest.

"I- I just watched a movie, a sad one I must say. It made me think." The demon hummed, and answered.

"I get it. It's understandable, and if that David guy is really that good as you say, I bet his acting can move tons of people." Aziraphale's gaze brightened, he couldn't believe what he had just heard. "I mean, I can see him being very talented. From what you've told me, the man does really have a range for acting. That's always important, to be able to adapt-."

"You really listened." Crowley was about to keep on rambling when he saw the angel in awe.

"Well, I have ears, what else am I supposed to do with them if its not listening?"

Tears fell off the angel's eyes. Crowley did not hesitate to get closer, inviting him into his arms. In a matter of seconds, the blond was in his embrace. He hugged his Angel tightly, and let him cry as much as he needed, caressing his back. He could not help but mutter in a caring tone.

"You and your stories, Angel."

#good omens #david tennant #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #fanfic #oneshot #oneshot? #autistic aziraphale #aziraphale and his hyperfixations #not me projecting onto aziraphale #not when i seem to be more of an aziraphale than a crowley #neurodivergent #supportive crowley #crowley being supportive of the hyperfixations of her partner #angst? #angst #shades of very light angst #einstein and eddington #comfort #wholesome #seriously go watch einstein and eddington #comfort movie #comfort movie with zero comfort

[leonardcohenofficial]

hi no pressure to respond to this of course but i was wondering if you had any recommendations or advice on how to get into cassavetes movies/if there’s a good order to watch them in (ik they’re not interrelated or sequels and prequels or anything like that, but still)? i’ve wanted to watch them for a while now but i’m not sure what the best place to start is. thank you in advance if you’re willing to share your thoughts on this, i really appreciate it!!

a question that i am asked frequently and have given many different answers to over the years LMFAO; in my class i start with cassavetes as an actor and we watch edge of the city (martin ritt, 1957) and the columbo episode “étude in black” while the first film directed by him that we watch is faces (1968). faces is not my favorite entry into the cassavetes filmography (that honor goes to opening night 1977) but i think it is an incredible film and the best way to introduce people to his style and approach to storytelling and filmmaking. it remains deeply emotionally impactful and changed the game when it comes to merging elements of new hollywood and cinéma vérité with beautiful performances all around; content warnings include domestic violence and brief depiction of suicidality, so take that in mind going in. speaking very generally, the film does serve as a good litmus test for gauging if you can handle much of his other material, as his films do (in my humble opinion) increase in intensity as you go. definitely down to recommend with more detail + suggest films where cassavetes is there solely as an actor as well!

#john cassavetes #anon

[theladyinwhite13]

why i would marry the man in the yellow hat: an analysis

yesterday, I was talking to an irl and she mentioned how she though the man in the yellow hat was a ‘weirdo’ to which I responded that I’d probably marry him, little to no questions asked. I mostly meant it as joke but as I think about it, I’ve come up with many reasons for this decision.

first, the logistical shit

the real estate assets: not only does he own an apartment in the heart of new york city with relatively decent neighbors, but this apartment has AT LEAST two bedrooms, maybe three. the kitchen and natural light (plus a balcony wtf) are probably enough on their own, BUT he also owns—hmm we’ll say ‘has access to’ because who knows if he’s renting or if it belongs to a friend—A WHOLE FUCKING COUNTRY HOME IN UPSTATE NEW YORK!!! it’s near a lake and a cute farm and has room for a garden. the only downside to these assets is that he generally does not ever work, so who knows how he’s paying for this. some shady shit is probably going on, but for now, we’ll dismiss it.

the job: while the movie showcase’s his ability to save dying museums, the tv show sort of ignores his career, which is fine, again, I’m not judging if he’s secretly in the mafia. however, if he does if fact still work at the museum then points to him. museum jobs are rare, presenting themselves only in rom-coms and horror films (aka top-tier filmography)

next, the not as logistical shit

gentle parent: even when george bankrupts a candy store, brings home 1 million donuts and hides them in the couch, and buries his personal belongings in the yard in an attempt to grow them like plants, he never loses his shit. the worst type of people are people with anger issues. also, remember that random kid (bill maybe?) who lives near the country home but has no family or parents and continually makes efforts to destroy the man in the yellow hat’s life. he doesn’t get mad at that kid either. instead, he calmly explains problems and solution to george, allowing him to learn naturally from his mistakes.

wise: again, museum job—means he’s is most likely educated. also, “you don’t give a monkey a latte!” he knows shit.

aquarius: harry styles is an aquarius.

connections: I do have to mention that’s probably illegal to bring a monkey into some of the places he brings a monkey to (ie. his apartment, Italian restaurants, public libraries), so he most likely has connections deep in the government or something be to allowed to do this.

lastly, the shady shit

again, how is he paying rent?: the possibility of a mafia connection is loud. or maybe he’s just a nepo baby, but still I have questions.

the country home: like WHY does he always have to go the country house? there’s not much there. stop leaving the city man.

wait, I just remembered that he’s sometimes has to meet with that scientist lady, so maybe he does still have the museum job, but regardless, he’s never physically ‘at work���, so still concerning.

that’s all I think. if you actually read this, why? what did you gain? thanks though ily <33

#rants and ramblings #curious george #the man in the yellow hat #why did I even write this? no clue #I have so many other things to do

[chrissshub]

A HANDMADE WELCOME

FT. EREN YEAGER & MIKASA ACKERMAN

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ PAIRINGS: Cameraman!Eren Yeager x pornstar!fem reader x pornstar! Mikasa Ackerman

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ WORD COUNT: 3.7k

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ cw: filming, oral( f&m receiving), fingering, handjob, sloppy blowjob, facial, threesome, teasing, loss of virginity, spitting, missionary, premature ejaculation, creampie, possessiveness, jealousy, inexperienced!eren, subby!mikasa

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ WORDS FROM CHRIS: well…it’s hot. I’ve been dying to do something like this, now here we are.

The first day on any job is always the roughest, having to adapt to new rules, a new environment, and new people. Some look forward to it, some dread the day with a curse in tow every hour.

But for one Eren Yeager, his first day at his new job was one for the books.

A cameraman, a job flexible with his busy college schedule. He held high hopes for his future, wanting to break into the world of filmography following his last year in college. His love of a camera and what stories could be expressed through a lens clung to his heart in the highest degree . Though, the job Eren found was something more excitable than what most would be led to believe.

No, there was only one job that suited the likes of Eren, this one feeding that sinful vice of his slowly but surely—hired as an amateur cameraman for his favorite adult film network.

At the time he learned of his employment, the poor boy nearly lost sense in the moment. All he could remember was the timeless sensation of joyn, a thrilling rush coursing through his veins.

Granted, Eren knew his worth and what job his skills could have truly landed him, but excitement was what he craved and excitement craved him all the same. Due to that same excitement, he was able to look past any doubts and negatives, focusing all his energy on what was to come.

Of course, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t have ulterior motives. If he had a favorite adult company, then the chances that his favorite adult film star worked for said company simply had to be slim.

Yet fate seemed to favor Eren all the same.

He couldn’t pinpoint when his infatuation for you began, but he knew it was real. He knew it from the first time he stumbled across a video of yours, those emerald eyes of his hinged on your every word, your every move.

Now here he stood two week later, keeping charge to the video camera he’d been tasked with. It’s his first day on the set and not a single detail proved to be real to him. He couldn’t believe the very room he stood in, the four walls of beige harboring a bed covered in white duvets.

However, he couldn’t even rebuke the pulsing sting of anxiety strumming at his chest, his lungs struggling to hold a lick of air. Hearing that both his favorite adult stars were casted for the role of lovers was taking more of a toll on the poor boy than he expected.

That same toll grinding down on Eren was apparent for all to see, even behind the masque of staff and runners. Shameless isn’t enough to describe Eren, his eyes settling onto the brute of the scene unfolding before him.

He shouldn’t be fazed to this degree—shaky hands, hitching breaths and the very blood rising to the surface of his flushed skin. He’s fazed by presence of both you and Misaka, the beautiful meld of bodies so entangled with one another, even the heavy gasps of your lungs pulls at his very sanity.

It’s overwhelmingly more than he’s ever had to handle, bearing the real weight of the task. He’s been dealt with the job of catching every detail to pass— the twitches linging your weakened legs, the curved rduges of Misaka’s nails etching at your waist, every single one.

And he wants to, of course Eren wants to take his newly found job with an astute firmness—but when he’s aimlessly gawking at how perfectly Mikasa’s head slots between your plushy thighs, all the pride he did harbor fled without a second thought to trace.

Regardless of it all, he still has a job to do, even through the misting heat caged within his pants. Reluctance runs high but all it takes is for one step closer for him to catch it on camera, the pretty pucker of Mikasa’s lips pulling away from your clit for the umpteenth time.

It’s beyond words, witnessing the wispy strings of glass thread around the plumped bulb, throbbing with a lucid you both together. All Eren can do is admire the deepening connection between you and Mikasa, his eyes hanging on the quivering reach of your hands.

You’re nothing but soft towards Mikasa, small hands cupping at the highs of her cheeks. Even with the camera’s watchful eye beating down on you, the admiration for her still brews its hefty batch.

Mikasa isn’t just good to you, she’s always so gentle with you, studying every bit of your body between her hands. She knows that the bucks of your hips means you’re anxious to cum, the desperate whimpers crying for more, and the way your hand chokes at her hair in riveting greed.

Why she’s so gentle with you that Mikasa can’t be bothered to use even a sliver of her strength to tease you, the pad of her digit pulsing at the hood of your clit. Gentle swipes smear across the hidden bulb, feeding Mikasa’s thirst for you with tepid throbs.

In her hazy eyes of gray, a timeless sense of beauty lies within your pussy—regardless of how many times she’s indulged in you. She knows how blessed she is to revel in the sight of your cunt, the silky folds of your cunt, the puffy clit eager to receive her adoration, and the gasping slit all dipped in the rivets of her spit and your dribbling essence.

You yearn to enjoy it too, relish in the sight just laid before you—if it wasn’t for something even more particular prying at your attention.

As for you, it’s almost as if you’re the only one to witness the true nature of the new crew member. His green hues sear into you, the burning imbues of lust riddled all over him. –or how the dumb studders fall from his lips when he’s told to must closer, all for the sake of capturing the faux moment of a supposed intimacy.

Against your wishes, you hand slips in between to break between Mikasa and the kiss she’s readied for your cunt, sprouting out the words with a sly giggle. “Just wait a second, Mikasa. I think we’ve got a fan on our hands, honey,” your lone digit aimed towards Eren.

The heavy steps of another pulls Mikasa from the heft of the moment, her breath gaining in desperate pace. She’s swift to close your legs with a thundering shut, concealing the very bliss of your pussy from the devious wander of eyes. Before she can even think, her arms race to embrace you, entrapping you in a hold riddled of possessiveness.

Mikasa’s eyes reach your own with glints of a hardened pout, doe eyes widening in awe. “How do you know, Y/N?”

“He’s been watching us a little differently than the others do…and he’s the only one with a boner so big, it’s ready to burst. The newbies always get hit the hardest, y’know.”

At the reveal of his obscene stare, Eren’s reduced to a gagging cough as blush rushes to crown the highs of his ears and cheeks alike. His head falls short of dignity and his steps carry nothing but shame as he strolls towards you, gripping onto the camera as his own hope.

Eren can’t even find the words to address you nor Mikasa, unsure of judgement he’s to find himself beneath. But that still isn’t reason enough for him to reject the possibility, Eren aching to bask in your company

“What’s your name?”

“Eren, ma’am. My name’s Eren Yeager and I just—”

The tremble laced in his voice enlightens you, teasing an unconventional idea to form inside. Your hand traces along the curve of Mikasa’s spine, digits finding purchase within the ravenous locks. It’s enough to gain her full attention, gray hues tilting to meet your own.

“C’mon, Mikasa, I say we treat him to a little welcome onto the set. He can surely use it, the poor baby.”

Amidst your words, a stone cold gaze of gray crosses paths with Eren’s steady daze. She’s loathing to agree to your petition but finds her doubts swept away. Mikasa wants to harbor towards Eren, considering that he alone interrupted her time with you.

Yet, it’s the glint dotting his eyes that brings her thoughts to a crossroads. The cold gaze soon melts into sympathy for him, reminiscent of in the same manner she came to meet you. It was your sheer beauty and kind nature that pulled her into the world of pornography—and your arms.

All in all….how could she deny him?

A single blink is all it takes for Mikasa to agree, her arms entrapping your beneath a tender embrace.

“Sounds good to me.”

Your lips eagerly press a peck along Mikasa’s forehead before parting from her warmth, pulling yourself to rest back onto your haunches. Turning an eye to Eren, you utter the single instruction to bring his downfall, paired with a sly grin curling at your lips.

“Stand right there and just look at us through the camera. You can do that for me, right Eren?”

A silent nod is all it takes for him to oblige, pulling the camera to rest just underneath his chin. Shaky hands as he’s caught in the trance of the present—your hands pawing at the zipper of his jeans, tugging it down bit by bit. The tension’s so thick in the air that Eren has no choice but to succumb to it, trembling as his pants finally reach just mid of his thighs.

A vivid sight brings itself before Eren, a haze of dizzy belief befalling his thoughts. Here he had you, a his pretty crushwith small hands guiding the pesky smother of his briefs mid of his thighs. All the control he could’ve thought to hold was relinquished to you, Eren leaving the blissful pleasure to muse you.

All he can do is watch, star-struck eyes hinged on you. Your hand lazily laces about the base of his cock, a loose palm pulling his urges to the thick head.​ Heavy drops of precum dress your skin, dribbling glassy tears with each stroke.

Restlessness intrances you by the passing second, heavy prowl of heat staining your core. It’s the thought of it that has you distraught—to have your mouth laced around his length. It’s a beautiful sight in truth, breathing in the twitches that inflames Eren’s cock.

Yet, it’s more than that, just the sight of his cock alone was more than what you could take. The pretty veins plucked from within to meet your eye, the fat bloat of his balls desperate to meet your laggard gasp.

“Ready, Mikasa? We gotta do our best for ‘im, milk Eren of every drop.”

A final glance is all Eren comes to know, the unprepared burst to ruin his body. He doesn’t have to kiss you or Mikasa to know just how soft your lips were, the plush curves telling him all to be known.

But to revel in that fact was another facet of itself, the unexpectany vivid to his senses. The pretty pair of lips brim at the tip of his cock, lewd chimes of viscid suckling echoing about. The puffy mounds of both your lips taunt Eren, the messy kiss urging him to burst.

“O-Oh fuck…that feels r-really good…shit!”

A delightful hum rips from your throat, bubbling through Eren’s length with prevail. There’s something he does to you, the shushed sighs, embarassed whimpers and the twitches that–all of it. You want more of him, chasing after his pitiful downfall.

That alone serves as your guide, your. It’s an eager move, bringing the flat of your tongue to curve along his underside. Your lips strum along his cock happily, welcoming for the soapy streams of spit dripping down your chin.

Your legs squish together, the timeless going without notice by just one particular. In the corner of her eye is how she catches you, Mikasa witnessing lust consume you. A bubbling reminiscent to Mikasa clouds her. Jealousy comes to rouse through her veins. There’s a sense of order teasing at Mikasa’s mental, desperate to place an unspoken rule between her and Eren.

You were hers and hers alone.

That’s why her fingers were quick to act, slipping over the curve of your thigh to cup at your cunt. , twirling mindlessly patterns into your spry clit. She’s eager to keep you close no matter the task, ensuring that your lips meet for a bubbly peck right at the slit of Eren’s tip.

But the combined efforts of you both taunts Eren’s compousure, the broad chest of his falling into an unfortunate heaving rhythm. His hold over the camera grows unsteady, stirred nerves reaching into the depths of his very being. Eren simply has to ask—beg if he has to— for that high hanging above his faded conscience.

“Y-Y/N, Mikasa… I-I really wanna cum. Can…can I cum, please?”

Spirited nods of reassurance fall from your heads, both you and Mikasa coaxing him on. All it takes for him to reach that high is for Eren to see it—the tip of his cock concealed behind a kiss. He can feel it, your tongues lacing around the head. The fight for dominance trickles down to his endurance, testing just how long Eren can last amidst you both.

He can’t help it, the ropes of white ripping from the plump head. His hips reel from your lips in efforts of short-lived relief, leaving the head to paints sporadic patterns painting across you and Mikasa alike.

Just as Eren’s reaching to tug his pants back to place, your fingers race to his own, pinning his digitsto his tummy.

“C’mon, you didn’t think that was it. You’ve got some work to do, baby.”

Your words pull Eren into a world of confusion, his brain still high off the rush. The answer hangs in the thick heat of the air, shrouded by the looming influence of salacity.

“I can see it in your eyes…you wanna fuck me, don’t you Eren?”

All you’ve done is left him dumb, doe eyes of green growing in shock.

Among the shifting scene, Mikasa’s eager to discover her role, submitting herself to lay within the bed’s center. All she needs is for you to give her a smile, that infamous smile that brings a reign of butterflies to her tummy.

You leave Eren to his own devices, joining beside Mikasa. Your cheeks fall into a natural rest along the inner plush, pulling a whimsical smile to your lips. You only offer him a few words of encouragement, peering back at Eren with a spiteful grin.

“My pussy’s right here for you, ‘Ren. Just fuck me already.”

The heft that pulls his heart is dizzying. His hand comes to nurse the violent pangs of his cock, thick digits wrapped about his girth. Precum ruins his hold but a care couldn’t exist in his mind, not even he finally has you to himself. He’d be ready too, all prepared to bury himself in your heat—if not for his misconceptions, that is.

“So I just…put it in? What if I hurt you?—”

Eren’s ramblings almost go overhead. But it’s the cracks of his voice that draw you deeper, your mind grazing over a single possibility tainting his haste.

“You’re a virgin! That just makes it even more exciting. Just be gentle, press the tip right there real slow inside, okay?”

A found less confidence fills Eren as he brings your bodies to a close, nudging the weeping crown at your slit. It’s a stupid temptation, the urge to slam his cock to the brim of your pussy. Yet uncertainty roams over his desire. He’s unsure of what’s to surround him, the heavenly bliss he’s heard so much about.

“L-Like that?” He huffs, Eren swallowing the lump forming in his throat. He isn’t even inside and he’s crumbling,. You’re warm, so warm that waves of ease sweeps over him. He’s so keen on the sight, studying how his cock. He’s so far gone that the plump mounds of your ass can finally smother his abs.

“That’s it, Eren. Shit, you’re so…so deep too. Now you gotta move, you can do that fr’ me right?”

A feeble whimper pours from behind his lips, Eren’s teeth pinching into the plush curves. Invigorating is all his body comes to know, watching your splitting lips welcome the girth of his cock. The struggles to fill you, but keeps a burning throb buried at your slit. Eren’s elation sends his length deeper, the fat head dirtying your cervix with wet pecks of precum.

The reel of his hips begin slow, working to coax your walls into an eased pry. Each roll he feeds you pulls , at the salacious thread dormant within him. A notion so foreign suddenly influences the forefront of his thoughts, unknowingly bringing his thighs to clasp against your own.

The enveloping gush of your walls has his hips pulled into a mindless gravitation. It’s written all over Eren’s face, doused with a flushing red and a fierce pout. He knows this feeling , that urge to release all the pent up heat trapped within his tummy. It’s a sensation he’s all too familiar with but can’t seem to decipher what holds him now.

Through the fervent heights of lust, you managed to bury the knot threatening to unravel, all to focus on a immediate matter Your eyes pan to meet Mikasa’s, the gray imbues glazed with innocence. Blush clouds her timid features, a thick spread of red crowding at the highs of her cheeks. She’s been so patient, waiting for the hour of her call to nirvana. The need she carries for you is great but yours weighs heavy, always so willing to please her.

Afterall, she’s your favorite for a reason.

“You ready? Don’t think I didn’t notice you, gorgeous. Been such a good girl too.”

Mikasa’s forced to endure the unfolding reality with a fuzzy mind. Her entire body’s sensitive to how your fingers trace at the hood of her clit. You’re right, she has been waiting for this—for you to finally touch her.

She’s been so anxious for you that a sigh—one so breathed of relief—rips from her lungs the moment your lips finally melt along her cunt.

The pads of your thumbs race to spreading the puffy lips for your amusement. Your eyes fall onto the explicit scenery, doused in a rich awe. Her glazed folds broken with thinned strands of slick, the blushing pearl of her clit twitching beneath the utter embarrassment.

Why it’s so pretty, your hand grows forced into commemoration. A subtle kiss from you basks between her folds, the onslaught of essence sealing across your sly grin. The lone kiss trails towards her clit, laxed swipes of your tongue urging the vivacious hood to a plumped swell.

However, it’s the flat of your tongue complements Mikasa in ways beyond words, a single drag deemingfor the loss of her softened poise. Its nothing short of euphoria, a wet hot euphoria that pulls every ounce of strength from her. She’s desperate for more, hips bucking to meet the curl of your tongue. Mikasa’s so eager that you really can’t deny her, leaving the slicked muscle limp for her use.

And it’s a sight like no other, the pretty pink bulb of her clit dragging so feverishly along. When Mikasa’s this drunk off her impending high, everything becomes blank to her. She can’t account for your hands slipping to brace her hips, the sticky traces of her essence along your skin, or even the look of pure glee displayed onto your face.

“Aww, Mikasa, your pussy looks so good on my tongue. Fuck, I need to see you cum…you deserve it too.”

You aren’t one to falter from your words, Mikasa being aware of that very fact. So when your lips did seal around her clit, she couldn’t have anticipated for the numbing rush to course through her veins, capturing her sight as its hostage. Mikasa’s hips drop at the of cunning seal your mouth, her spine arched from the plush of the mattress.

“Oh fuck! W-Wait, if you keep sucking, ’m gonna—”

“Holy shit, Y/N! ‘m so sorry. I just couldn’t stop and it happened so fast!”

Eren’s spill of curses pulls your focus from Mikasa and onto him. He didn’t have to explain for you to know what exactly had him on his knees for mercy—why else would his cum be dripping down your inner thigh, of course?

“Shh, it’s okay. Knew you’d cum sooner or later, but i have one more job for you, honey..”

You keep your gaze set on Eren as you introduce the proposal, lithe fingers prying the pretty pink folds of Mikasa’s pussy to greet his eye.

“You still gotta fill her up too, Eren. You aren’t gonna leave my Princess so needy, are you?”

All Eren can offer you is a shaky hum, whining at the flushing flood racing to his cock once more. He can’t deny you, nonetheless Mikasa. He doesn’t even have to wait, his lust blown frame climbing onto the bed to fill your spot.

Yet, there’s a tug at Eren’s heart as he towers before you both.

“I just–Can I kiss you, please? I’ve been dying for this moment and I just…really need to make it real.”

Before you can give Eren some form of response, his lips come to crash against your own. His tongue’s eager to lace around your own, to trace along every inch he could. Just as the glimmering spools leak from the disheveled exchange, Eren breaks from you to render another messy kiss onto Mikasa.

It’s in the heat of the scene when you deliver the fateful news to him, Eren’s hand retreating to seal his cock within an earnest fist. He brings it right above the exposed beauty of her pussy, swiping the tip along the perked bulb of Mikasa’s clit. Your head lays along her shoulder to better a view such as this one, grinning at the masterpiece made by your very hand.

“Welcome to the world of porn, Eren. You’re gonna love it here.”

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[dearestones]

In the Middle (Yandere! Brian Thomas x Reader x Yandere! Tim Wright)

Warnings: Yandere character, yandere behavior, creepy behavior/invasion of personal space, etc. 

Anonymous Request: Hiya Devin. Could I request a yandere Tim and Brian from Marble Hornets with a darling that is best friends with Alex please?

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“Hey, you two!” You beamed at Tim and Brian as you walked in through the doorway, a skip in your step and a gleam in your eyes. You had just come in from a statistics exam, and while you did not study as thoroughly as you hoped, the test was easier than you had thought. “Have you seen Alex?”

Nerves still thrumming in excitement, you had decided that you wanted to celebrate despite not knowing what your grade was. If you celebrated now, you wouldn’t have to mourn later when you found that your test was marked in red to hell and back. And if it did turn out that you had passed—and with a high score—then you could go out and party all you liked! That meant twice the happiness and twice the fun!

And you knew who you would have liked to hang out with most. 

Alex and his girlfriend Amy. 

You had met Alex one day while you were walking around the campus without a care in the world. You don’t quite remember why you decided to walk around the hallways, but you glad you did. You happened across a group of students auditioning for a new short film (Marble Hornets, you think it was called) and had ended up watching some of it unfold. 

In the midst of the auditions (well, there were only two auditions), you observed how the student filmmaker handled directing and talking to the somewhat shy student who continuously referred back to the script. It was cute and heartwarming, it made you remember that humanity was not always cruel or cold when it mattered most. As soon as the student auditions were over (again, it didn’t take long because… again… only two people came to audition), that’s when you got to know THE Alex Kralie. 

You had heard of him in passing. He wasn’t one of the more popular students on campus, but those who frequented the filmography classes and were close to film majors all knew about him. He was an aspiring filmmaker, wide eyed and innocent, and wanting to be as great as Tarantino, Spielberg, or even Hitchcock! Normally, you wouldn’t have thought about talking to him, much less becoming friends, but this was different. 

You were intrigued. 

The way Alex handled Tim’s more than apparent shyness and worked with Brian’s inherent charm, it was like watching a master at work. Yes, you knew that Alex’s scripts left a lot to be desired and you bore witness to Seth’s and Jay’s attempts to subtly edit the script and the direction before Alex could catch on, but you could not deny that the film—at its core—had its charms.

It would be pretentious, for sure, but what student filmmaker out there didn’t create a movie that wasn’t a little bit pretentious?

Aside from the filmmaking, you also realized that Alex was such a great softy at heart as well! He had a wonderful golden retriever named Rocky, a big fluffy furball who was always eager to leap and kiss you with his long, slobbery tongue. You were charmed when you met the beast, but you were instantly enchanted when you met Amy. 

She was beautiful and kind: the entire package that any man could have killed for. 

And what better way to realize just how good of a guy Alex was than the quality of his girlfriend? Both of them were great people, creative and mischievous at heart. There were moments when you felt like you were intruding in their personal space, but they always had time for you to hang out and talk about the mundane (school) to the coolest things (Alex’s propensity to make a trainwreck of a film without making too many references to edgy movies) . 

You were also great friends with the rest of the group! Sarah always had a quip ready on her lips—she always tried to clean up the scripts so that her “acting” would look more natural but alas. Alex would have none of that. 

The cameraman, Seth, was quiet, but he also had a cute dog that liked to play with Rocky whenever he would bring his own little pup along to shoots. 

Jay, the script supervisor… was a bit of an oddball. He knew that Alex’s script wasn’t the best thing in the world, but he didn’t try to change it too much even if he technically held more power than most of the other crew members and could have easily convinced Alex to tighten and make things more clear if he so wished. He didn’t look like a pushover, so you could only assume that he saw something worth saving in Alex’s vision… which was weird, to say the least, but nothing too concerning. 

And finally… 

The two main actors who elevated the production from campy to… somewhat emotional and grounded. 

Both Brian and Tim were great friends who must have met a bit before the Marble Hornets’ auditions. While they seemed to look like polar opposites (Tim was reserved and snarky while Brian was all smiles and jokes). The both of them had never really acted before, but you wouldn’t have realized that from the few scenes that you managed to watch over Seth’s shoulder as he edited some of the footage to fit Alex’s picky directions. 

They bounced off each other well and often hung out together. In fact, while you rarely saw Alex, it was more likely that you’ve seen Brian on campus. Maybe it was the fact that he was a psychology major, but he was a social butterfly. Every time you happened to go out to a party or ate in the cafeteria, you always saw him hanging around a group of people. No matter what, he was always surrounded with laughter and smiles. 

Tim, on the other hand, wasn’t as well liked as his peers. That isn’t to say that he was a horrible person, but compared to Brian he was a wallflower who wilted if more than two people looked his way. Up until a few weeks ago, you wondered how Brian convinced Tim to audition before Alex had told you that it was him who gave him the opportunity. 

Again, you were floored by how kind and giving Alex was. 

Amy was a lucky girl. 

“Alex?” Brian looked up at you, an easygoing smile on his handsome features that was somewhat marred by the strange look in his eyes. Honestly, you didn’t pay too much attention to Brian (you were actually really interested in the behind the scenes crew, much to Alex’s and Seth’s delight), but now that you were here… His eyes seemed a little too hard, like an uncut gem that had yet to be polished to gleam. “What do you need him for?”

Beside Brian, Tim paused in the middle of tuning his guitar, his strong, sturdy fingers resting along the strings. Despite him staring at his lap, you could see that his knuckles were a stark white compared to the rest of his skin. He wasn’t tanned, but he was not as pale as Alex or Brian.

Tension lined Tim’s shoulders—had he stopped breathing for a moment?—before he seemingly forced himself to relax. 

“Oh, ummm…” You rocked a little on your heels, not willing to divulge your excitement to them. Yes, you were proud of it, but in front of two up and coming actors like these guys? Telling people you actually trusted like Alex and Amy was something to be expected and encouraged! You loved them dearly and you knew that even if it turned out you failed, they would be the first in line to pick up a tub of your favorite ice cream and make you a filling homemade meal to drown out your sorrows. 

But telling Brian and Tim? 

Yeah, you knew them, but you didn’t know them. 

You felt a little awkward waffling in between your decisions, so you decided not to tell them the full truth. It’s not like you needed to tell them anything. 

You just wanted to know where Alex was. 

“Not important. I figured he’d be here since I think he said that he wanted to go over some lines with the both of you but since I don’t see him—”

You made as if to leave, but before you could—

Brian hopped up from the couch and strode towards you, that easygoing smile on his face causing your stomach to churn and your palms to sweat. There was something… There was something about this situation and you were just now picking up on it. Before you could make an excuse or make a break for it, one of Brian’s arms draped itself over your shoulders before he began guiding—shoving—you towards the couch. 

The thing is, instead of forcing you to sit at a comfortable distance so that you were on one side of the couch, you found yourself squished in between Tim, who was now staring at you with a startled, but satisfied look in his eyes, and Brian, who continued to leave his arms on your shoulders. In between the both of them, you felt yourself grow irritated and antsy—it was much to warm in between them! And it felt like you were suffocating from their presence alone. 

Squished as you were, you were keenly aware of how Tim’s thigh was pressed up against yours, while Brian leaned in closer, almost as if he couldn’t get enough of your presence. 

“Why leave? Who knows, Alex might drop by…”

“Soon?” 

Perhaps it was the hope evident in your tone, but you found that Brian was gripping you tighter now and even Tim looked a little less…  meek. 

What was going on? Alex had never indicated that either of his actors were people to look out for. In fact, he spoke highly of them. There had been times when he would complain that they were trying to 'sabotage' his work, being too picky and highly critical of the delivery of some of their lines, and so on. For the most part, you tried to stay out of the drama, but even you knew that Alex wasn't a saint either.

Actually, for the past few weeks... He had been acting weird.

A little standoffish. A little cold.

There was something off about him, but you assumed that it was the stress from trying to juggle his passion with a parttime job and school.

The thing was, Alex being weird could be easily explained.

This... Whatever was happening with Tim and Brian could not.

"Stay a little bit."

Tim glanced at you, his southern accent a little thicker than usual. Carefully, he placed his guitar onto the floor, so that all of his attention was focused solely on you. His dark brown eyes bore into yours and you felt your mouth felt dry.

Alex had been acting weird. Erratic.

This...

Whatever Tim and Brian were up to, you wanted no part in it.

"Ha ha ha." You tried wriggling away, even pushing against the couch so that you could gain leverage, but Brian’s arm would not budge and even Tim’s fingers—the same fingers that had been lackadaisical in plucking his guitar strings— were inching closer towards your arm. 

You were trapped. 

“Guys, this isn’t funny anymore.” Actually, it hadn’t been funny in the first place. “Come on. Alex isn’t here, so I’ll just leave, okay?” 

You were facing Brian at that point, foolishly thinking that since he had been the more outspoken of the two would also correlate to him also being the more dangerous one, but you were mistaken. No sooner did you try reasoning with Brian did Tim lean over your shoulder, his warm breath heavy and hot against the sensitive skin of your throat. His scent enveloped, cloying and almost mesmerizing as you tried to lean away from his intrusion. However, that only led to you unconsciously leaning into Brian. 

This situation was confusing. Terrifying. 

You didn’t want to get violent, to hurt someone you barely knew, but at the same time, you didn’t like where this was heading.

Already, Tim was hugging you from behind, his thick, muscled arms holding you in pace as he nuzzled the area in between your shoulder blades. Meanwhile, Brian simply leaned back and gestured for you to follow suit. Did he seriously expect you to follow him, so that he could… What? Hold you close to his chest? So that you would be sandwiched in between them?

“Stop. I said stop!” 

With strength that you either did not know you had or had been reserving for moments of crisis, you ripped yourself away from Tim’s hold and nearly tripped over yourself as you headed towards the door. Behind you, you could hear both of the young men clamber to their feet, their shoes thudding ominously on the floor. 

It didn’t matter to you.

You were going to leave. 

You were going to talk to Alex and then—

“Oh, hey.” Alex tiredly wiped a hand down his face, his hazel eyes taking in your harried appearance in a mixture of concern and bemusement before his eyes trailed behind you, presumably observing Tim and Brian stopping only a few steps away. “Um…”

Choosing not to wait for Alex’s inquiries, you took hold of his wrist and began dragging him out of the apartment, making sure that the door was shut behind you.

“We… we need to talk. About them.” You continued to haul him by the wrist. “Please.”

And Alex, kind and generous Alex, simply nodded at you. “Alright then. Hit me.”

.

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[thegothicalice]

Hi! I want to watch more films and well you are kinda the person to ask! So how do you find the time to watch so many films? How do you come up with what to watch and where/how do you tend to watch them?

And any other tips and tricks?

Oh boy, this is a slightly tricky question? But to start— loving movies is a full-on hobby that I make time for, including researching and learning a lot about film history, meta analysis and other things I have shelves of books about.

For one, I’ve used the tv as background noise while doing other things since roughly middle school— so it’s very common for me to watch a movie during breakfast and dinner, and do multiple movies during days off that I’m working on some kind of project. It’s a whole “if I’m not doing two things at once I can’t pay attention to either” situation. (And when I was doing 45-60 hours a week of drawing homework in college and still could find the pirating websites I can’t use anymore I watched so many movies).

I am very much a horror nerd. And in general, the horror community can be like being part of a club and being able to know director filmographies and intricacies of subgenres is part of that community— and since a lot of the actors and directors and effects people worked together in this kind of weird expanding web it makes exploring the genre kind of like a game (like I like The Thing and oh Rob Bottin worked on The Howling too and learned the craft from Rick Baker who was the first to get an Oscar for special effects makeup while working on An American Werewolf in London that John Landis directed but he also did the vampire movie Innocent Blood like ten years later and—). There’s a reason my Letterboxd watchlist never seems to dip below 600 even watching at least once movie every day.

I use Shudder a lot, but also Prime, Hulu and Tubi, and occasionally there’s stuff free on YouTube. I also hoard a lot of physical media. Since I’ve recently given up on Netflix I’ve been finding bootleg Blu-ray’s on eBay, because relying on internet when I’ve had many years of bad Wi-Fi and also a deep love of special features and commentary means physical media is something important to me (there’s a whole thing about preserving history outside of the internet’s ability to make things disappear but that’s a whole other conversation)

(This is about 8’x5’)

Like I can have whole long diatribes about movies, because it’s a thing I get really into— I did rope one of my friends into a whole thing explaining the moral and existential concepts in Saw and Hostel II and the way to make PG-13 horror films function successfully and why 2000s horror in relation to American political landscape was Like That for almost an hour yesterday— which is why giving advice for new or casual watchers is tricky for me 😅

Anyway I have no clue if any of that was helpful but good luck!

#go ask alice #movie questions #physical media

[howtofightwrite]

Do you have recommendations on where I can start researching classic samurai weapons and the martial arts that developed from their use? I'm kind of lost here.

It's not perfect, but The Book of Five Rings by Miyamoto Musashi is probably one of the better places to start. Musashi did have some eccentricities (most famously the practice of dual wielding the katana and wakizashi, which never saw widespread adoption), however he was mostly writing from the perspective of an instructor to his students, and because it's been preserved (and translated), it's a very useful and accessible resource.

Most importantly, Musashi provides insight into the mindset of the samurai, and while those do reflect his biases, they are still an excellent starting point, with a lot of very solid observations.

Beyond that starting point, you'd probably want to look into the relevant historical period of Japan. There isn't a single reference to cite, because it could be literally any piece of history. However, a quick overview (even from Wikipedia) should get you pointed in the right direction for history texts.

While it's a bit more fantastical, and not a traditional read, I'd be remiss if I didn't mention Akira Kurosawa's filmography. I'm partial to Yojimbo (1961), but he directed many classics. If you need to pick one, Seven Samurai (1954) is probably the one to watch. And if you find yourself thinking, “this reminds me of Star Wars for some reason,” there's The Hidden Fortress (1958.) Really, Kurosawa directed a lot of excellent films.

It is worth remembering that Kurosawa's depictions of the samurai were often subverting the cultural veneration they enjoyed, and in some ways he's analogous to the spaghetti western's demystification of the American cowboy. This is part of why so many of his films have been remade as American westerns (including Yojimbo, and Seven Samurai.) This made Kurosawa a controversial director in Japan, though, he does offer a very distinct perspective on the Samurai.

-Starke

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[xoruffitup]

A Reylo Retrospective (or: The Friends We Made Along the Way?)

After a New York City SNL weekend, I typically write a flaily recap of the incredible show experience on my way home. (See my unabashedly joyous recap posts from Adam’s 2018 and 2020 shows. :)) My friends and I sadly did not make it into the show this time, so I decided to write a recap post of a different kind. This is a retrospective of my years in Reylo/Adam fandom so far, and why they’ve been the best years of my life.

In December 2017, I saw TLJ in theaters for the first time. Like many of you reading this, my life was irrevocably changed in the span of those hours. We all remember the moment when we felt it happen. Maybe it was when Kylo took off his helmet in front of Snoke and bared those wounded eyes. Maybe it was the moment when all sound cut out and the first force bond opened. Maybe it was the moment Kylo appeared shirtless - hot and broad and so so vulnerable. Maybe (as it was for me) it was the moment when he and Rey locked eyes in the throne room, then turned back to back in a slow motion, world-tilting moment that changed everything. Without fail, this is always one of my favorite things to talk about with Reylo friends both new and old. Recalling the moment. That lightning strike of realization that you were seeing something that would indelibly change who you are.

It’s impossible to describe the experience to people who didn’t share in this particular epiphany. But whenever I attempt to do so, I usually phrase it something like this: When I say TLJ changed my life, I don’t just mean the movie itself. I mean that moment was a gateway. It connected me to a community, friendships, and experiences that would beautify and enrich my life in ways I could never have expected.

In June of 2018, I made a hare-brained trip to the Nantucket Film Festival, where Adam would be speaking on a panel with Noah. The event was small, located in a humble school auditorium. I sat in one of the first rows, mere seats away from Greta and Joanne. Adam came onto the stage, and he was everything and nothing I expected. Larger than life. Impossibly small compared to the explosive impact of his presence. An unassuming, compelling, inexplicable force that made my heart race and my stomach swoop. The impact of his presence is something I still can’t describe. This riveting, authentic persona; this irresistible gravity in the way he carries himself; the way he seems to hunch into a body that nonetheless strains the seams of the world around him. I couldn’t take my eyes off him the entire time, and my heart never calmed down. To this day, it still hasn’t. 

Then came September of 2018: Adam’s second SNL appearance and what would be my first time attempting to go to the show. In the week leading up to the show, the undertaking truly gave the impression of insanity. I took an overnight bus to NYC on a Thursday night, and upon my arrival at 5 AM I went straight to join the Standby Line with my humongous backpack and all my things in tow. It was still dark, raining, and I truly contemplated my own sanity as I dug trash bags out from my backpack and bagged all my things in effort to keep everything dry. Then the sun rose, the rain petered out, the one internet friend I’d planned to meet there joined me in line, and as the Friday hours flew by, solidarity and excitement warmed the steadily-growing line. 

When I think back to those ~24 hours of mania, I remember spontaneous pizza parties with new line friends; I remember spirited conversations in the midnight hours about Adam’s filmography and all our respective moments of epiphany that led to us being there - on a NYC street at midnight for a mere chance of watching our collective fave on SNL. I remember random Reylos watching our updates on twitter and sending us food, snacks, and Starbucks in line. (Literally never forget the bike delivery guy who, with a befuddled expression, announced he had a pizza delivery for “….the Reylos in the SNL line???”) I remember the camaraderie, the utter silliness, the crafting of homemade signs so the hundreds of passers-by would stop asking what we were there for. (Ours said ‘What: Saturday Night Live. Why: Kylo Ren.”) I remember the hours flying by, and the utter euphoria of it all - enough to keep us (mostly) warm in even the smallest hours of Saturday morning.

In the show’s Dress Rehearsal the next evening, I sat with three girls I’d never met before that weekend. They’re still three of my best friends to this day. We exchanged numbers after the show that evening and started a group chat (“Designated Adam Drivers,” obviously). In the five years since, every single day that group chat lit up my phone meant it would be a good day. In the years since then, we’ve shared countless experiences that would never have even knocked on my door of possibility, were it not for this miraculous thing called the Reylo/Adam gateway - that spark of recognition and understanding that turned us from strangers to soulmates. 

Since then, we’ve shared almost an embarrassment of riches in terms of experiences together: Four in-person (one virtual) AITAF shows, five Burn This performances/stage doors, the profound highs and lows of the TROS London premiere, Adam’s January 2020 SNL show, Steven Colbert and Seth Meyers appearances, and an array of film festival premieres. (TIFF 2019 for Marriage Story and The Report; Cannes 2021 for Annette; Venice 2022 for White Noise.) Not to mention that last year I went to visit one of those 2018 SNL besties in Australia (along with the other Aussie bestie I met in the 2020 SNL line). 

I realize the above list reflects privilege in terms of my opportunities and work flexibility to travel, and that someone could read the above and think I need to chill the fuck out. But I wrote out that list in attempt to convey the broadening of horizons, the ageless delight, and inexhaustible joy that such a shared passion brings into one’s life. It’s a bright beacon of the kind of excitement most people leave behind in childhood. It’s a reminder of the intangible sources of wonder and inspiration that come from within. It brings together people of disparate ages, backgrounds, and nationalities with a kind of innocent enthusiasm it often feels this world needs so much more of.

Of course, one could always argue this common binding spark is the foundation of fandom culture in general. But I’ve cycled through my fair share of other fandoms pre-Reylo/Adam, and nothing has ever compared to these wondrous heights. And going on six years since my personal TLJ moment, I still feel the conviction in my very toes that nothing else ever will.

In parallel to my real-life adventure squad, these last few years have also seen the cultivation of friendships with other Reylos and fic authors online. Never underestimate the power of a single AO3 comment or twitter DM to spark profound connection. What started as a group of online friends quickly transcended the bounds of cyber space. My “pocket friends” don’t just live in my phone; they’re the people I look forward to telling about my day, the ones I lean on in tough times, the ones whose support and love I know to be constant, no matter physical distance or timezones. They’ve become the indefatigable group of girlfriends my teenaged self might have dreamed up to feature in my adult life. And even as some of us may move on from Reylo/Star Wars, its ties are timeless and unbreakable. We are more than a group of people who cohabitated the same particular corner of the internet for a time. No, we’re kindred spirits who recognized in each other the same values, the same challenges and struggles, the same fears and anxieties, the same hopes and joys. We recognized and nurtured in each other that rare, safe space for our true selves. We were drawn together by this silly, fantastic shared obsession, and together built something real and true that grew well beyond it. 

So why am I writing this terribly sappy and self-indulgent post, you wonder? Well, I suppose my motivation came from the bittersweet experience of this weekend. I suppose it came from the conflicted emotional response I had to not making SNL this time. It came from the moment I realized that while the disappointment felt crushing, I will nonetheless cherish this SNL weekend right alongside the others. 

And why should that mean anything to you, dear reader? Why should you care about my sentimentality? Perhaps because - even if we’ve never spoken either in person or online - we each shared the moment, at one point or another. The moment that led us here - to me writing, you reading, to us sharing this particular little corner of the world. Perhaps because the highs and lows I experienced this weekend are not unlike the wins and losses we all share in this fandom space. The point of this post is not to wallow in temporary disappointment, but to celebrate how far we’ve come in this shared journey. The point is to cut through the haze and the frustration, the scandal and the hurt, to recall the purity of that shared emotion that first called us here. The point is to dedicate a moment of reflection for the love and enthusiasm that guided and shaped all this in the first place. 

To many, Reylo is divisive, even maligned. Nothing we say or do can ever change their warped view. We can, however, know in our heart of hearts that we share something unique and powerful. We can support and love each other; we can see the best in each other. We can fill our shared corner of the world with that magic we each discovered when we stepped through that gateway for the very first time.

#Reylo #Adam Driver #The Last Jedi #SNL

[roskirambles]

Horror Movie of the Day: Nope (2022)

I will throw filth at you

    and treat you with contempt

    and make you a spectacle.

Nahum 3:6

The history of animals in film is a long and illustrious one, as in fact, the very first experiment with cameras that could be considered a motion picture was a jockey riding a horse photographed by Eadweard James Muybridge. Something the Haywood siblings OJ and Emerald will remind you with gusto, since their father Otis founded a ranch that provides trained horses as the self proclaimed descendant of that jockey. Or at least, he did until his untimely death victim of a mysterious freak accident.

With the family business in jeopardy, OJ chooses to sell the horses to a former child star called Ricky "Jupe" Park , who was involved in an incident with a chimpanzee. That is, until they stumble upon something strange on the night sky, frightening enough to make the horses run in terror. And along with it, the opportunity to make it big appears.

That is, if what's there doesn't get them first.

Back to Jordan Peele’s eccentric filmography, this is probably the weirdest of them all but also probably his most naked in his love for cinema, which is one of his biggest strengths. It might sound obvious for a movie director, but in this case that translates to a rich visual language full of references to so many different works and genres, both overt and subtle. Yet, it's not unconditional love either: the criticism about Hollywood's poor animal welfare (a real problem during the Western craze up to the 60's) and the tendency of profiting on sensationalizing others' misery is front and center to drive most of the conflict.

It's somehow a riveting, unashamed western while still being viscerally horrifying with one of the oldest horror tricks getting an effective new coat of paint. Satirizing human arrogance, greed, stupidity and stubbornness it's another ace in the hole, and probably my favorite work of Peele's so far.

#roskirambles #halloween #horror movies #jordan peele #daniel kaluuya #keke palmer #steve yeun #michael wincott #brandon perea #keith david #western #alien horror #nope #nope 2022

[airenyah]

Your essay on Joong's underrated acting skills deepened my Joong appreciation so much, that I watched Mafia the Series, I'm watching Ploy's Yearbook (even though there is a serious lack of Joong so far), and I'm planning on watching The Warp Effect too. I haven't watched het shows in over ten years, so this is a big deal! 😂 I really liked him with Dunk in their shows, but MTS gave me another facet of him, because he's so timid in it, unlike in SIMM and HA, where he's (seemingly) very cool and in control. So thank you for making me a full time Joong (and Dunk) girl 💜

i saw this message first thing in the morning when i woke up yesterday and it instantly put me in a good mood!!! <3

YESSSSSS I'M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT

mafia the series might actually be my absolute fave thai het-show, it's just SO funny!!!! and the entire cast is so great, like, not just joong but the entire cast plays off each other SO well. and don't even get me started on gina virahya and her portrayal of anna kondra!!!!

you know, when i went into mafia the series i saw the poster and was like "ughh i really am gonna have to sit through this standard (overly) dramatic mafia show just for joong, huh. the things i do for my boy..." and then. AND THEN. you can imagine my surprise. i was crying tears of laughter throughout the show and i was actually laughing so hard that my mom made a comment about how she could hear my laugh in my room

beam is my loser boy and joong portrays him in such an adorably awkward way, i love it <333

and yes there IS a serious lack of joong in ploy's yearbook so far :((((

it was quite funny tho bc in the one scene where joong does show up i immediately recognized him by the back of his head, like!! i saw this:

and instantly went "OH there's my boy!!!!!" 😂😂😂

and i can't wait to see him with film bc film did extremely well with gun in not me and i feel like film and joong will also work together really well

you know, i'm always happy to turn people into full time joong (and dunk) girls!!!!!!

i've adored them ever since simm which i watched live from ep2 onwards. fun fact, actually: when i started simm i actually had no idea who they were (even though technically i'd seen dunk in bad buddy already, except i wasn't paying attention to the random high school bandmates and so i didn't actually recognize dunk and only realized later on ahahah)

aaaanyway, i had no idea who they were, right? and so in 2022 my mom and i spent two nights in prague during easter and in the evening we were in our hotel room and we were kinda looking for something to watch. and i was like "hey look, gmmtv has a new bl out and it looks kinda cute and fluffy judging by the thumbnails?? and like something that doesn't require too much brain power?? plus, there's also only two eps out so far, so we'll be caught up right away" and so we watched the first two episodes and then the two of us ended up watching every new ep together every week hahaha

i actually didn't really talk about it on tumblr back then and when you go back on my blog you'll see that there are hardly any simm post. but really, with every new simm episode that aired i liked joongdunk more and more. and especially once the characters started dating i was actually so in awe about just how comfortable joong and dunk were with each other and how they absolutely weren't afraid to touch? like, their physical affection was just so casual, like it was the most natural thing in the world to them in an "i'm-not-even-thinking-about-it-bc-it's-so-normal" kind of way and that was just soooo refreshing to watch?? i was (and still am) truly amazed

and when just a couple of months later, at the end of 2022 gmmtv announced joongdunk were gonna get another show together i got SO excited!! and also when it was revealed that simm was included in our skyy 2!!!!

and then hidden agenda started airing and then i was tagged in that tag game and then i went to watch joong's entire filmography and then i ended up falling into a joongdunk rabbit hole and here we are...

anyway, i have multiple agendas and one of them is turning people into joong fans and dunk fans and joongdunk fans sllksdfd

and my other agenda is getting people to watch mafia the series, bc it's truly a gem of a show!!!!

(speaking of agendas: the only thing that's missing in your message is you telling me that you approve of my fight for a sexy joongdunk vampire bl, like... that would have made the message and the influence of my joong/dunk/joongdunk blogging complete 😂😂😂)

#you know when i saw your message first thing in the morning my immediate thought was #''ok nothing that happens today can top this like. my day is ALREADY made and i only just woke up'' #your message set the bar very very high for me tbh #but then in the afternoon my crush unexpectedly called me after we barely talked the past 3 or so months and we spent 1.5h on the phone #and well i'm really sorry but THAT was the actual no.1 highlight of my day yesterday dfjkkjdfkfdg #i swear your message is a close second tho!!! 😂😂 #asks #anon #joong archen #adrm #no but every time someone tells me i turned them into a joong fan/dunk fan/joongdunk fan i get such a rush of satisfaction lmao #i'm desperately waiting for summer night #i might just go off about dunk's acting after that #we'll see #bc i REALLY wanna see what dunk can do without joong and if he'll be as good #my money is on ''yes'' but i also don't wanna say anything to avoid eating my own words kdfkdf #but in reality i see many qualities to him as an actor that i think he should be able to do keep even without being opposite joong #besides he's now done two series as a lead character so now he has a lot more acting experience than he did going into simm #his acting was already so much stronger in hidden agenda then it was in simm (hello?? yank-kiss-yeet?? ep9?? ep11??) #and i trust that he's not just gonna lose it all in summer night all of a sudden #god i'm immensely excited to see him act in summer night you don't even know

[toothpuulp]

i think one of my very favorite things about the zone of interest or perhaps the thing i admire the most is its willingness and bravery in letting you miss stuff. absolutely zero, like, actually zero exposition in the whole dang film. this is a glazer filmography constant, and one of my favorite things about him period, but works especially well in zone i think due to just how... i'm not really sure how to describe it-- there's so much disturbing shit happening at such a relentless rate but presented so casually, made even more upsetting for its casualness, that even missing tons of stuff my first viewing zone still hit me harder than anything i'd ever watched, and each subsequent watch just got worse and more devastating.

first time i saw it i didn't even notice it was blood getting washed off höss' boots (too busy reading the subtitles, i think), and catching that my second go around, knowing to look for the ash creeping up behind höss when he's fishing in the river, realizing that the hissing sound claus makes when he locks his little brother in the greenhouse is him imitating the sound of the gas... not to mention just. knowing that ending is coming. god. again i've just never had a movie get so much more intense with each viewing, and i think that's due in no small part to just how muted? understated? un-spoon-fed? the storytelling is. i mean, i was still catching new stuff on my fifth (5th) viewing. brave ass movie i say.

#the zone of interest #jonathan glazer #i usually roll my eyes when people talk about ‘important films’ but if anything has ever actually deserved the title. it’s this.