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detournementsmineurs · 2 years

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"I Came By" de Babak Anvari avec George MacKay, Hugh Bonneville, Percelle Ascott, Kelly Macdonald et Varada Sethu, octobre 2022.

#films #spirit #London #Anvari #MacKay #Bonneville #Ascott #Macdonald #Sethu

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ashintheairlikesnow · 1 year

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the 5 sentence game

"Fiiissshhhh"

🥺 Anon I love you

The Bahram walks around the edge, just on the other side of the strange smooth wall he can see through, the boundary of his world. Kima follows him, with eyes and fins, drifting alongside. They are only two feet apart, but the thick wall separates them so thoroughly that the Bahram never looks.

Or maybe it is only that the Bahram is feeling the dark feelings again, the ones that he has that keep him lying down with all the darkness and no false suns to comfort him. When he has those feelings, no podsong can cheer him. And he won't look at Kima, either.

But, no.

He looks sad, but the Bahram doesn't go to the couch. He moves instead to the bucket that Kima knows is for feeding, and he trills in cheer and more flings himself than swims, his head breaking the surface and flinging water everywhere. His hair sticks to his rubbery skin, salt touches his tongue. He bobs up and down in the dead water, which feels normal until you see there is no tiny life within it.

But the Bahram has the bucket. And the bucket means...

"Bbhhhhh-rmmm," He says, forcing the unfamiliar noises to form with a tongue and teeth not made for them. "Fffissshhh."

"Yeah, I have it for you." The Bahram finds a smile for him, and some of the empty distance is gone from his eyes. Kima clicks for him, head tipped. The Bahram smiles wider. "Right, no tricks. You don't have to perform for food from me."

He holds out one fish, still wiggling in his glove. Kima's mouth waters and he opens his nasal slits to smell it, lolls out his tongue and shows off his teeth.

He leaps up to catch it in midair, trilling happily while he crunches down on cold and blood and bone.

The Bahram watches him with soft dark eyes.

#signs of the sea #whump #mer whumpee #mer whump #mer oc #merman #bahram anvari #honestly i love kima #nonhuman whumpee

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luckydiorxoxo · 5 months

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Rosamund Pike and Matthew Rhys to star in Babak Anvari’s ‘HALLOW ROAD.’

The film follows two parents who enter a race against time when they receive a distressing late-night phone call from their daughter after she caused a tragic car accident.

#rosemund pike #Matthew Rhys #hallow road #babak anvari #movie casting

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architectureforsuicides · 1 year

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I Came By (Babak Anvari, 2022) Southwark Street Railway Bridge London (UK) Bridge over Southwark Street Type: truss bridge.

#i came by #babak anvari #2022 #southwark street #southwark street railway bridge #london #uk #united kingdom #england #truss bridge #bridge

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thepeoplesmovies · 2 years

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Hugh Bonneville Has A 'Dark Secret' In I Came By Trailer

Hugh Bonneville Has A 'Dark Secret' In I Came By Trailer @netflix #ICameBy #GeorgeMackay #HughBonneville #BabakAnvari

This month the darkest secrets will come to light… In the official Trailer for social-political crime thriller I Came By, Hugh Bonneville has a ‘dark secret’. Iranian filmmaker Babak Anvari has been riding the wave of independent cinema for a while. His fantastic horror Under The Shadow his most well known and some consider it an underrated gem. For this one he goes for crime thriller which is…

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#2022 #Babak Anvari #george mackay #Hugh Bonneville #I Came By #Kelly MacDonald

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milliondollarbaby87 · 2 years

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I Came By (2022) Review

When young graffiti artists break into rich people’s homes and paint “I Came By” on the wall, it felt a risk but the fact that it would uncover a dangerous secret that would be life threatening was never really thought about! ⭐️⭐️ (more…)

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bob-the-movie-man-film-reviews · 2 years

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I Came By (15): A clever British thriller with some dark twists .

#onemannsmovies review of "I Came By" (2022). #ICameBy. A dark British thriller on Netflix with a great ensemble cast. Worth watching. 3.5/5.

A One Mann’s Movies review of “I Came By” (2022). “I Came By”, currently showing on Netflix, is a pretty enjoyable dark thriller and well worth a watch. Bob the Movie Man Rating(s): Plot Summary: Toby Nealey (George MacKay) and Jay Agassi (Percelle Ascott) are anarchist taggers who delight in entering the houses of the bourgeois elite and spray painting their walls. They use the tag “I Came…

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detournementsmineurs · 2 years

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George MacKay dans "I Came By" de Babak Anvari, octobre 2022.

#films #style #London #Anvari #MacKay

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fictionz · 2 years

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New Horror 2022 - Day 15

(Art from this incredible anthology by Richard Wells.)

"The Summer People" by Shirley Jackson (1950) "I wonder if we’re supposed to… do anything."

This really got me. I’ve had aging and choosing a place to settle (if ever) on my mind recently and this just hits all the right points for me to feel creeped out about the future.

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"Don't Go to the Island" by Sfé R. Monster & Kalyna Riis-Phillips (2016) "The skulls at your feet are laughing at you."

It’s been almost all white American men in my horror comics this month, so I’m pivoting to other creators and eras. Fortunately, the Bones of the Coast anthology has that and also focuses on the Pacific Northwest, undoubtedly my favorite region. It’s a good pairing with the Jackson story. A moody coastal vibe, the gray sky threatening something that doesn’t reveal itself immediately, but instead lingers behind trees and corners, watching and waiting.

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Under the Shadow dir. Babak Anvari (2016) "Dead people can't dream."

This was great, in that it captures an intimate story of two people trapped by the weight of political erosion and violence very well. It’s a slow simmer movie, building up slowly and then explicitly, asking if anyone can ever really escape the horror they’ve experienced.

#under the shadow #babak anvari #movies #bones of the coast #Sfé R. Monster #Kalyna Riis-Phillips #comics #the summer people #shirley jackson #short stories #horror #new horror 2022 #horror fiction

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ashintheairlikesnow · 2 years

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Homesick

CW; Some dehumanizing language (not much, and not purposeful), nonhuman whumpee, lab whump aftermath, blood, medical whump, mer whump, needle references, clinical depression

Signs of the Sea Masterlist

BAHRAM’S NOTES

Written on paper with pen, kept folded in a copy of Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

January 15th, 20XX

1:42 am

Mer in Residence: 93 Days

He’s homesick. I mean, of course he is. I’d be homesick too if they’d taken me away from my parents when I was a kid and dumped me in an enclosure that looks like the uncanny valley version of my life, surrounded me with things who don’t speak like I do and had to learn to communicate by force just to beg for mercy I don’t get

I’m dwelling again. Maman keeps telling me not to dwell, that that’s how everything fell apart before. Why I ended up dropping out, how I fell headfirst into the universe’s oddest babysitting job in the first place. I mean, she doesn’t say that, exactly - she doesn’t know just what I’m doing. Maman and Baba think I’m watching an orca calf.

I think that’s what I told them, anyway.

Honestly, things are kind of running together, and that’s scary - that’s what happened before. The days run together, I spend more time lying down than upright, and eventually the haze just gets heavier. I stop reading, I stop gaming, eventually I just... stop. I can't do it again. I can't.

I told Maman I might go back on my medication. She said, you know, that’s up to me. She wanted me back on it ages ago, but she never says I told you so and that’s why I tell her these things first, and not Baba. He always asks me why I can't just decide to be happier.

I would if I could, Baba.

Earlier today, after Dr. L was done with the mer, she just... cleaned herself up and then stepped right out. Left. Said she had to make a phone call.

The mer was still on his back, weeping blood all down one side from Dr. Lachlan’s work today. It was pooled all over the floor. At least she seems to have finally decided she’s taken enough of his scales, and his tail doesn’t look like such a mottled, reddened mess any longer.

She says we’re going to give him an MRI soon, and I am not looking forward to trying to get him through any of that safely. Not that safety is something Dr. L is remotely worried about.

Safety or, you know, basic employment protocols to keep me from losing my mind. I’m on a 24-hour shift, and I should be sleeping right now, but even though I can barely handle standing up, I’m wide, wide awake.

I think it’s making the thoughts worse. I never sleep anymore, except when Miah comes in to give me a day off now and then. She can tell, I know it, but she’s nice enough not to say anything.

I should ask her out on another date, the first one was amazing, but... I don’t know. We kissed at the end and she asked me if I wanted to go inside with her and I said no. Because...

I don't know why.

Because I'm afraid I'll, what, infect her with depression? Who knows. I don't even know. Sometimes it's just too hard to do the thing I want to do. She's made a few attempts to talk since but I just can't seem to find the right signs to connect my brain with my hands.

I should tell her about why I dropped out of grad school, shouldn’t I? I should tell someone that it's happening again. I should tell someone I'm thinking about k

I’ll think about that later.

Anyway... Dr. L left, and the mer was just... lying there, still strapped down to the examination table, looking at me with those huge green eyes. I thought they were eerie at first, almost emotionless, but I can see all the little shifts now, as he follows my movements. I know some of his clicks, what he’s trying to ask.

I know that he asks for help over and over again, and I know that I don't provide it. I can't.

I could

I can't.

I was pushing over the tub of water we use to move him around when he clicked at me three times, head tilted back. There was dark red blood, nearly purple, staining his white hair. She did some exploratory cuts along his neck, I think prepping for a full surgical look at his vocal chords soon.

She told me why. She did. It's just... I’m just having a hard time listening now.

I keep looking at him and thinking of how I would feel if my life had gone from family and ocean life to being strapped down and made to bleed for the education - and probably entertainment - of creatures I couldn’t even begin to know.

We talk about alien abductions, but humans are the ones who sometimes just take things and cut them apart to look inside. To Kima, I’m the alien, the evil villain, the monster under the

Bahram you are losing your grip. Stop it.

The blood he lost pooled underneath him and it stained the water as I moved him from the exam table back to his tank. It stained his hair and my hands. He smelled like copper and seawater in those moments. He smelled like bloody tears.

I almost threw up but I couldn't find the energy even for that.

Dr. L told Miah’s dad that forced-captive mer don’t usually last more than a year, especially young ones. I was thinking about that, and how does she know? There aren’t even enough official captivities to begin to have expert knowledge on that, let alone of calves.

Right?

Is there something she’s not telling me about how she knows that kind of information?

Kima clicked at me three times and I just smiled at him. He’s getting used to smiles, I think he gets that they’re not a sign of danger or being angry at this point. He tries to smile back sometimes, although that mouthful of fangs is a little unsettling, even if he means well.

I said, “I know it hurts, but I promise I’ll put something on there for the pain in just a second.”

He made a sound very much like a chirp and settled back as best he could, but I could see how it hurt him.

I hate this job.

I hate myself.

I rolled him back down into the tank room, past the computer and the couch and everything, but when it came time to give him an injection to sedate him I just... couldn't do it.

I had to sit down on the couch and just stare. I don't even know what I thought, or how long I did it. But eventually I heard a soft sound like rhythmic scrapes, and I looked up-

And there's Kima.

He was throwing himself against the side of his rolling travel tank to make it roll inch by inch across the floor, closing the distance between us.

When he got close, our eyes met.

I was in the water and out of it, breathing through gills and breathing air. I had rubbery thick skin and heavier weight and thin layers of delicate cells interlocking over muscle and bone. All of it at once.

In my head, I thought was told, Bahram sad.

"Yes." What else could I possibly say?

Kima watched me, solemn and still, with those enormous allover green eyes. Then he pushed upwards, hooking his arms over the side of his travel tank. Dark blood ran mixed with our imported seawater down from the cuts over his neck, staining grayish skin

Kima sad.

None of this was in words. All of it is simply... thoughts. Full thoughts, slipping back and forth like fins in water, slippery as eels. Thoughts that aren't words, but images, feelings, visions behind my eyelids.

I should tell Dr. L he talks to me this way.

I should absolutely not tell her that.

"I'm sorry," I said. My voice cracked, like being a teenager all over again. I could share with him how awful and guilty I felt. I could show that to him. "I didn't know. I didn't know you were... You could think."

"Bbhhh-rrrmmm," Kima said out loud. He tries so hard to make the sounds work. I can't possibly type them out in a way that actually reflects how he says it. "Bhhhh-rmmm. Heh-... ehp. Ulp."

Bahram help.

His brow furrows a little, head tipping to one side. White hair sticks to his cheeks and forehead, drips water down him. His nose slits flare as he breathes through lungs for the moment.

"I don't know how to help you," I said, and put my head in my hands. "I don't know what to do."

He was quiet, then. He looked confused more than disappointed.

After a while, I found the energy to put him back in his big tank and even dropped some fish in. After that, it took all I had in me to dump the bloodied travel tank water and make it back to lie down on the couch.

I've been here basically ever since.

I should read or study but I can't. I just physically can't make myself move. Kima watches me sometimes, and I watch him nurse the bruises and blisters and bloodied wounds Dr. L opened on him. The new ones starting to layer over the old.

He tries to think Bahram help but I don't answer. I don't even have the words to begin.

How do I tell him I need help, too?

If I do, I could lose this job.

Would anyone else talk to him? Miah, yeah, but she has school, she can't be here very often. Who else would take this job?

Would they be worse at it than I am?

Is that even possible?

The alarm just went off

Never mind. It was just Dr. L, she bumped one of the alarms with her hip. She's come back carrying a box. She said tomorrow we take some skin.

I didn't ask how much.

Just said okay, watched her head for the lab, and laid back down on the couch. Kima asked what skin is. I decided not to tell him.

I can't keep being the bad guy, I have to quit.

I can't quit, who would take care of him?

So instead of doing anything, I do nothing. Just like before.

I should tell someone it's happening again.

I should tell someone, anyone, that it's happening again.

Literally anyone.

I'm so tired.

Bahram help.

Okay, but could someone help Bahram, maybe, too?

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#signs of the sea #clinical depression #depression tw #whump #captivity #reluctant whumper #caretaker whumper #guilty caretaker #found this in drafts and decided to finish it #bahram anvari #kima #mer whump #mer whumpee #nonhuman whumpee

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memoriafilmica · 7 months

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