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facesofcinema · 1 year
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The Mask of Zorro (1998)
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vertigoartgore · 6 months
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1998's The Mask of Zorro promotional stills with Antonio Banderas, Catherine Zeta-Jones and Sir Anthony Hopkins.
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siranthonyhopkins · 7 months
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Anthony Hopkins and Catherine Zeta-Jones in The Mask of Zorro (1998)
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tv-and-movie-quotes · 7 months
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The Mask of Zorro (1998)
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hussyknee · 3 months
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List of Why The Fuck Didn't I Realise I Was Into Women Sooner #2: Catherine Zeta Jones's sword fight with Antonio Banderas in Mask of Zorro.
That part where her hair was hanging loose and wild and he'd cut the shoulder off her nightdress and she disarmed and advanced on him like an avenging Fury, eyes ablaze and breathing hard— fundamentally altered my brain chemistry. Haven't been the same person since.
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73suggestions · 26 days
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Antonio Banderas and Catherine Zeta-Jones in The Mask of Zorro (1998)
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cantsayidont · 26 days
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January 2024. This hugely disappointing Spanish revamp of the venerable pulp hero seems to have much to recommend it — an attractive cast, colorful cinematography, lots of stylish slow-mo action, and an array of truly excellent hats — but is far too much of a mess in too many directions to readily enjoy.
Like the 1998 movie THE MASK OF ZORRO, the show makes Zorro a multigenerational figure, albeit presented here as a previously indigenous champion. When the latest Zorro (Cristo Fernández) is killed, white preppie Diego de la Vega (Miguel Bernardeau from ÉLITE, where he also played a preppie jackass) is improbably chosen ("by the spirits," it says here) to take his place, shutting out the dead man's vengeful sister Nah-Lin (Dalia Xiuhcoatl), who defiantly sets herself up as a meaner rival Zorro, dealing with abusive colonizers by murdering them rather than just carving a "Z" on their foreheads. This inevitably creates a conflict between her and Diego, who deplores her brutal methods. (Admittedly, Nah-Lin does nearly murder him, but she's not wrong, and since Diego also kills a fair number of people as Zorro, his disapproval seems hypocritical.) A certain amount of "good colonizer" paternalism is hard to avoid with the Zorro character, but instead of just treading lightly, the show works overtime trying to rationalize Diego's appropriation while relentlessly punishing Nah-Lin for her unwillingness to either give it up or become Diego's sidekick.
Tellingly, the show evinces far more sympathy for Capt. Monasterio (Emiliano Zurita), a Spanish army officer who's caught between his own sense of honor and his duty to cruel governor Pedro Victoria (Rodolfo Sancho), and who eventually steals the heart of Diego's once-and-future crush, the plucky Lolita Márquez (Renata Notni). There's also an uncomfortable subplot involving a Chinese woman named Mei (Chacha Huang), a former sex worker who insists on becoming Diego's servant after Zorro rescues her. (A running gag is that Mei doesn't speak Spanish and Diego doesn't speak Cantonese, and while Diego's servant Bernardo (Paco Tous) can understand both, he's mute.)
This doesn't even touch on the show's headache-inducing central plot — involving secret societies, nefarious Russians, and a mysterious woman (Cecilia Suárez) who gets a ruthless mercenary (Joel Bosqued) to pose as her son for reasons unknown — which is convoluted without ever being interesting or compelling.
With a lighter touch, clearer character motivations, and less racism, ZORRO could have been a winner, but it felt like a slog. CONTAINS LESBIANS? Nary a one. VERDICT: Good-looking flop that never fails to underwhelm. I really wanted to like this show, which would have taken very little, but it was so bad I kept having to turn it off for a while to build up my tolerance.
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russianyoshkinaneko · 8 months
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The Mask of Zorro (1998)
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ok but the sword fight between Zorro and Elena in The Mask of Zorro (1998) isn't talked about enough. Kid me was left with thoughts, feelings and emotions
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tackytigerfic · 2 years
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WIP Snip
Does anyone want to play? Please consider this a tag. Here's an excerpt from my current multiverse WIP. This scene is a rare Ron POV, in which Ron and his daughter come across Draco and Harry fencing in the library. However, Malfoy (who came from another universe and is waiting to be rescued back to his own timeline) is also watching.
"Sword!" Rosie shouted, and put her hands over her mouth in delighted shock, face alight with interest as she stared upwards. And it was a sword, a small, slim, dangerous-looking streak of silver in the high golden light. Draco was holding it higher than he seemed comfortable with, probably to compensate for the fact that Harry was above him, biting his lip in frustration, hair curling with sweat behind his ears.
"Come down, you cheater," Draco called to Harry, then took a tricky backwards step down the stairs to avoid a jab from Harry’s blade, dipping his body low, quick as a snake, before meeting Harry’s blade with his own. Harry was fast and strong, but he was clumsy—Ron could see that his wrist was tensed awkwardly behind the guard, and his balance on the bannister looked shaky as he attempted to parry.
“With any luck, at least one of them will fall and break his neck,” Ginny said blandly, licking a finger to wipe over the crumbs on her plate. “They’ve been at this for at least half an hour now. I can’t concentrate with all the noise.”
They were both panting like they had been running, Harry with a dark tide of sweat down the back of his grey t-shirt, his jumper discarded in a heap on the desk. Draco was more composed, seemed to be fighting defensively rather than on the attack, which probably helped conserve his energy, but he was still pink-faced and shiny with effort.
“Why do they even have foils in the library?” Kingsley murmured without opening his eyes, hand still stroking Percy's hair.
“They’re épées, actually,” Malfoy said thoughtfully. Ron had almost forgotten about him, but he was sitting on a leather swivel chair and he had Rosie on his lap, his hands curled loosely at her waist to keep her from slipping, but not holding on so hard that she might decide to wriggle away in spite. Malfoy was gently spinning the chair back and forth, and her head was thrown back in delight. “You can see, the blade is much less flexible.” He raised his voice. “The wrist, Harry! Go for the wrist!” then subsided again good-humouredly when Draco threw him a brief irritated look between darts forward and back on the top steps.
“Harry’s not bad, actually,” Malfoy said to Ron. “For someone who’s obviously never fenced before.”
“Draco did fencing at school,” Ron told him. “It’s one of the school sports, only Harry and I were too obsessed with Quidditch to bother with it. But loads of the Slytherins used to do it. I always thought it must be a bit like ballroom dancing, or something. But it’s actually sort of impressive, seeing it now.”
“I took it at my Hogwarts too,” Malfoy said. With a grunt of effort, Harry jumped off the bannister and took the stairs at a run, sweeping past Draco and landing heavily on the bottom step with a wince. “His form’s not exactly anything to write home about, that’s for sure,” Malfoy said, watching Harry.
“That’s what you get for showing off, Harry,” Draco called, though Ron thought that was pretty rich coming from someone who had just disdained the stairs in favour of launching himself off the top, right over the balustrade, and landing cat-like in a crouch, self-satisfied. “I haven’t fenced in years and I’m still kicking your arse. I thought you were supposed to be highly trained in combat?”
“This isn’t combat,” Harry said, too breathless for the full force of his outrage. “I just wanted to spar—” he took a wide swing, almost got a lucky touch as his weight took Draco offguard where his blade met Harry’s “—but you're refusing to play fair.”
Draco had rebalanced himself and was holding himself in a more formal stance, and Ron was right, actually, it did look a bit like a dance, with the swift back-and-forth of his footwork, and the graceful way his free arm moved. Harry was not even as good at fencing as he was at dancing, in fact, though Ron knew for a fact that for about six months he had rotated a longsword in and out of his daily training. Maybe the heavier sword used different muscle groups, or something.
Rosie was still sitting with Malfoy, who was whispering something in her ear that made her face shift almost imperceptibly into the not-quite-a-smile that showed she was genuinely amused. When Draco whipped his blade up and did something fast and businesslike with the épée that had Harry dropping his blade with a clatter and wringing out his hand as though he had grasped a handful of nettles, Rosie tutted loudly.
“Naughty,” she said to Draco, sliding down off Malfoy’s lap and looking up into Draco’s sweaty face. “Be kind now, please.”
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thecaptainoutoftime · 9 months
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"After all, it's only one man…"
"It isn't just one man, damn it. It's ZORRO."
Happy 25th Anniversary to The Mask of Zorro
July 17th 1998-July 17th 2023
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pedro-pascal · 1 year
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CATHERINE ZETA-JONES as Elena Montero THE MASK OF ZORRO (1998)
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tv-and-movie-quotes · 7 months
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The Mask of Zorro (1998)
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psykopaths · 2 months
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Catherine Zeta Jones as Elena Montero in The Mask of Zorro, (1998)
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THE MASK OF ZORRO | 1998
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justgifmakerthings · 1 year
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The Mask of Zorro (1998) dir. Martin Campbell
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