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mylifeincinema · 7 months

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My Week(s) in Reviews: October 21, 2023

It's been a while... Here's what I've been watching.

The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar (Wes Anderson, 2023) The Swan (Wes Anderson, 2023) The Rat Catcher (Wes Anderson, 2023) Poison (Wes Anderson, 2023)

I dropped the ball and didn't get around to reading Roald Dahl's stories before watching these, but it was hard enough waiting for all four to release on Netflix, so I definitely wouldn't be able to wait to get my hands on the stories. From my understanding of the source material, though, these are all perfectly peculiar adaptations, staying true to Dahl's voice and heart. All four short films shine unique light on Wes Anderson's strengths as a filmmaker and storyteller, and it was a pleasure to witness. The Rat Catcher is very likely my favorite of the bunch, with a bizarre story and characters, including an award-worthy turn by the always fantastic Ralph Fiennes. Second best would easily be The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar, which highlights Anderson's knack for idiosyncratic storytelling, grabbing hold of the viewer and honoring the source material by keeping it intact. Poison was an experiment in suspense, and both Anderson and the cast delivered completely. I definitely wouldn't mind seeing him venture into more tense material in the future. And, despite the jaw-dropping performance from Rupert Friend, The Swan was probably my least favorite, over-utilizing its narrator storytelling to the point where I felt detached from the story. There's just so much to love throughout the four of these shorts, though. Unsurprisingly, the production design in all four is brilliant, and I especially loved how interactive Anderson & Co. got with it all, here. The stagehands and creative handling of props stoked the imagination. Robert D. Yeoman's (and even Roman Coppola's) cinematography was singularly stunning. And the cast was pure perfection. The aforementioned stand-outs are only the beginning; everyone here was working at the top of their game. I know they're shorts, but don't be surprised if you see Fiennes and Friend - as well as Dev Patel and Ben Kingsley - popping up in My Best of 2023 lists. I really wish I could've experienced these in a cinema, but when it comes to Wes Anderson, I'll take whatever I can get, whenever and however I can get it. The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar: 9/10 The Swan: 7.5/10 The Rat Catcher: 8.5/10 Poison: 8/10

Totally Killer (Nahnatchka Khan, 2023)

The overreactions to the way the teens in the '80s behaved got annoying real fast and shone a horribly unflattering light on just how disinterested people of her character's generation are with taking context into consideration when spouting their attention-hungry pontifications. Then again, that's probably the point? So, good job? The cast was okay. The kills were dull. The horror wasn't scary. The comedy wasn't all that funny. The writing in general is lazily paper-thin, and the stakes damn-near nonexistent. - 3/10

The Creator (Gareth Edwards, 2023)

I gets some extra points for being an 'original' sci-fi film in a landscape of sequels, reboots and additions to the MCU, but sadly those wind up being pretty much the only points it ends up with. Despite being 'original', every single aspect of this film feels like a tired rendition of a significantly better film. And worst of all, it's all just completely forgettable... I literally forgot Allison Janney until checking IMDb, just now. Sturgill Simpson was a standout, though. I look forward to seeing him again in Killers of the Flower Moon, this week. - 4/10

Fear Street: Part One - 1994 (Leigh Janiak, 2021) Fear Street: Part Two - 1978 (Leigh Janiak, 2021) Fear Street: Part Three - 1666 (Leigh Janiak, 2021)

They function a little too much as more a limited series than even a trilogy, so they lose some points for that. However, all three are quite good. The best is the first, of course, working the most as a standalone. It also has the best kills and characters, and a tone that most successfully mines the scares out of the material. The second has a good setting, but the extremes of the characters detract from the tone. And while the third works best in its back half, when it completes the storyline set up in the first film, the 1666 section is enjoyable enough in its depiction of just how absurd the 1600s puritan belief system was. 1994: 8.5/10 1978: 7/10 1666: 7.5/10

Enjoy!

-Timothy Patrick Boyer.

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tawneybel · 1 year

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Note: “How about Ryan Torres finding the reader 💅👌 herself in the backrooms? Idk man😭 I'm just a Ryan Torres simp.” (“Break room” and not, like, “The Backrooms,” right?)

Imagine Ryan finding you touching yourself in the back room.

Ooh, she meant polishing her pearl, not her nails.

Ryan smiled. Trent Reznor’s crooning had you enthralled. He had been planning to prank Heather, but this’d be more amusing. Besides, her tolerance for his antics wasn’t as high as yours.

Song’s seven minutes. Better get moving if you want her to finish before “Closer.”

No glove, no love, Ryan remembered as he headed back to gather some fun things.

You looked up, parted mouth quickly shutting when you noticed the door was ajar. You unstuck your back and bare rump from the wall. As well as your middle finger from your clit. Slick was running down your leg, you were so horny.

The door had not only been shut, but locked, while Ryan closed up. Your excuse would be he liked to pull pranks and you didn’t like being startled while painting nails. Five down, five more to go. It took some self control not to grip your bare thigh when jillin’ it.

You were about to use your sticky hand to pull your under-wear up, then nudge the door closed. But the approaching climaxes couldn’t be ignored. Your finger found its way back to your clit, then you stepped forward.

Just before the door swung shut completely, a skeletal hand shot out. No, a black glove with white bones. Some poor trapped mall goth looking for an exit?

Skirt, panties, and tights pooled around your ankles. No time to pull ‘em up. A leering skull entered next, sockets hollow yet seeming to catch a glimpse of your vulva, before your painted hand covered it.

You want a finger, ______? Or a tongue? Ryan wanted to ask, but the intruding spirit inside him was too eager to continue encroaching. His host's coworker was dripping ready.

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cyanide-latte · 2 years

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Sunshine [A Fear Street drabble]

Written for Fear Street Appreciation Week 2022

Day 1 (June 26): Pre Canon or “Hide”

Originally posted to AO3 here (if you’re interested in my author’s notes, that’s where you’ll find them; please consider leaving a comment and kudos, even if you’re a guest!)

Rating: Teen (playing it safe)

Word count: 1717

Characters: Solomon Goode, Sarah Fier

Warnings: not a ship but hints at the beginning of fixation and obsession, hints of grief spiraling, Solomon is his own warning

At what point does change become something to taunt a man with? When is it that offers of hope and a better life ahead stop sounding like a promise and grow akin to mocking cruelty?

Your faith is lacking, Solomon, he chided himself automatically, but even that private admonition was beginning to ring hollow. What good had faith done his wife and child, now nothing more than marked, raised earth? Less good than even the widow Mary, who had at least tried to use her knowledge to save Cecelia after the babe died.

He rubbed at his face, pushing the heels of his palms against his eyes before his gaze could go to the graves not far from the front of the house. They were a month gone now, and he’d already wept plenty. Even had he been willing to listen to his brothers’ persistent belief that trying to tame the land here was a wasted effort, he could never leave now. Even if time ate him away to nothing, he would die in this house if he had his way, for it was death that bound him here.

Faith has given me nothing, he thought, not for the first time nor the last. And at this point hope is just something to throw in someone’s face for the chance of a cruel laugh at their hurt.

They’d come here because they wanted better things. Their fortunes were supposed to have improved, not worsened. They were going to live off the land, trade with their neighbors in the settlement, grow and build a home for their family for generations to come. And now…

Well, now it wasn’t likely that there would be any future generation of Goodes, not from him.

Dappled, gentle sunshine was lighting up the world outside. He watched out the window, unwilling to weep, but unable to shake the melancholy. The beauty of the day outside did nothing for the dull, dark-gray shadow that crept over his heart and mind. What was a man in pieces, that he could still walk and work and feel?

Should I give up? Perhaps my brothers have their wisdom as well…

“Solomon!”

He blinked, trying to shake himself out of his gloomy contemplation at the sound of the voice calling his name. How much time had passed? He should have gone out and at least begun the work by now. Instead another of these spells had come over him once more.

“Solomon!” the voice yelled again, its owner closer now as she approached the house. “Solomon Goode! Are you home?”

His legs were heavy, the weight like stones dragging at him and trying to hold him in place, but he pushed himself up to stand regardless. His eyes finally registered her now, walking carefully through the trees into the little clearing before the house, hauling a heavy, woven satchel near to overflowing with goods. Blinking, he forced himself into action, throwing the door open and half-stumbling out onto the threshold.

“What on this green Earth?” he said, looking agape as the young woman lugged the sack along, despite it being nearly the same size she was. “Did you bring me half the town in that, Sarah Fier?”

Her mouth twisted in a crooked smile that many people in Union found to be unladylike as she answered him, “Just about.”

The stones that made up his legs grew lighter and lighter with each step as he walked towards Sarah, reaching out his arms to take the burden from her. She accepted with a whooshing exhale of breath, her shoulders sagging once she was free of the sack.

“Thank you,” she said gratefully, moving her forearms up and down as she breathed hard a moment. “I’m amazed I got this far, it's so heavy.”

She wasn’t exaggerating; he lifted it easily enough, but he could tell from the weight that it was difficult enough to carry over the course of a long walk, and the path to his home from Union wasn’t the easiest to begin with. And since she’d come alone, he could only assume Sarah had had to stop and set the sack down more than once. She was far too stubborn a girl to have gone back and asked for help when she was determined to see something through.

“It’s I who should be thanking you,” he said, shifting the weight of the gift so he could turn back to the house. He looked at her and nodded. “You didn’t have to do this, Sarah.”

“Aye, but would you have come over to Union to get yourself any supplies, to trade anything, to see anyone?” she replied.

He pulled a face at that, turning his gaze away. “You must have woken early, to see right through me,” he remarked, trudging back to the open door.

“Wakin’ early has nothing to do with it,” Sarah replied, letting out a good-natured chuckle as she followed along behind him. “I can always see through you, Solomon. You make it so easy, you know.”

He crossed the threshold, walked a few paces, and set the sack down on the floor with a thud that rattled the boards beneath it as he shook his head.

“I suppose I must,” he said, managing a very small laugh in return. “I won’t lie, I have been hurting more than I should like anyone to know. Sometimes I wonder if being so alone out here doesn’t make missing them any worse. I feel their absence all around me, every day.”

He glanced to Sarah. She’d stopped in the door and now she was looking back over her shoulder at the small markers over the graves. Her expression slipped into a frown, and she was slow to return his gaze.

“Is it true?” she asked, and when he continued to stare, wondering what she was on about, she clarified. “The rumors that you took Cecy to the widow Mary.”

He inhaled deeply, pushing strands of his hair away from his face in a rough motion, then exhaled all at once. “It is true I took her to the widow to ask for her help once the child died,” he said, grabbing one of the chairs by the table and seating himself in it, motioning an offer for her to sit in one of the other chairs. “If there are rumors flying about Union, I don’t know of them or what they claim.”

Sarah took the other chair, watching him carefully.

“They speak of witchcraft,” Sarah answered. “Many of them think the widow cursed your wife instead of helping you, made her pass.”

He shook his head vigorously at that, agitation bubbling up like boiling water. “No,” he said. “I don’t know who is saying that, but I swear on both Cecy and the baby that the widow was only ever trying to help. She was the only one who had a chance at making a difference. The medicine she learned from the Shawnee was the best chance we had at saving Cecy.”

The tears were lingering there, behind his eyes. One moment they hadn’t been there, the next they were ready to fall if he wasn’t careful.

“But we were too late,” he said, voice thick as his throat threatened to close up on him. “Mary did what she could, but…” He inhaled, bitterness in his mouth, and shut his eyes, unwilling and unable to look at Sarah. “But I suppose my family were called home, weren’t they?”

“Solomon, I’m sorry,” Sarah said quietly. He could hear the thickness in her voice too; despite being several years younger, she had been good friends with Cecy, and to a degree himself as well. The Fiers and the Goodes had largely been on amicable terms, and when Solomon had wanted to build a home for his future family outside of the settlement, Sarah had remained one of the few who still happily ventured out to visit them. Often, Solomon had felt that Cecy adored Sarah as a younger sister, however wild and strange she was, and over time her visits had become commonplace.

And now… Well, now, she came around less. Not due to any desire to adhere to the way Union saw the outcast Goode, but because she had become essential to the Fier family household running smoothly, after the death of her mother. She’d been out a couple of times since Cecy died as well, many in Union had. But she was perhaps the only one outside of his brothers Solomon felt truly understood his loss and mourned with him.

He opened his eyes and looked at her again, saddened by the look of stricken hurt and compassion on her face. It warmed him, gave him something to feel better about.

She wasn’t like the rest of Union. She never had been. She didn’t attribute any sense of religious righteousness or doggerel to his loss; she simply knew it and felt it with him and shared in his mourning.

Sarah Fier would be wasted on Union’s people, wasted on any of the young men there who might seek to court her. They would try to tame her, break her like a spirited yearling.

Does she know that? he wondered, only to then immediately decide, Whether she does or doesn’t, I won’t let that happen to her. Whatever wildness burns in her mustn’t be snuffed out. It’s too beautiful to let suffocate and wither.

It was a strange thought to have. But then, was it, really? Sarah was growing into a woman. Perhaps her beauty was as different to Cecy’s as night was to day, but it was undeniable all the same.

“Thank you,” he said at last. “You’re a blessing and a gift to me, Sarah. Sometimes I don’t know how I’d go on without you coming around.”

She worked up a smile, her eyes still tender. “Oh, now, Solomon. I know you’d manage somehow! You’re grieving, but I still think you’d manage without me.”

“Kind of you to say,” he murmured.

Because the truth was, he wasn’t sure he would manage without her. Not anymore. He was succumbing to a slow, slow death in the dark, and Sarah Fier always brought the light with her wherever she went.

His entire being was starved for it.

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exhaustedeyess · 2 years

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Lock me in a room with only just 3 movies to watch, I'd pick this trilogy and still be happy

#fear street #fear street 1978 #fear street trilogy #horror films #horror #horror movies #horror slashers #slasher #slasher movies #fear street movies #cindy x ziggy #ziggy berman #cindy berman #sadie sink #emily rudd #fear street fanfic #fear street appreciation week

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f1lm-fanat1c · 2 years

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my favourite fear street movie is the second one, what’s yours?

#fear street #sadie sink #fear street trilogy #kiana madeira #olivia welch #netflix #film

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raisedbyanother · 8 days

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Ashley Zukerman in Fear Street: 1994 (2021)

#*#horroredit #filmedit #movieedit #nick goode #nickgoodeedit #ashley zukerman #ashleyzukermanedit #userashzuk #fear street #fear street 1994 #fearstreetedit #fear street trilogy #dailyflicks #dailynetflix #leigh janiak #horror movies #horror films

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lonesomedreamereccentriclover · 1 year

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Happy Birthday Olivia Scott Welch!

#Olivia Scott Welch #celeb birthdays #actress #fashion photography #red carpet fashion #pretty dresses #Fear Street Trilogy #Netflix films #Darrell Britt-Gibson #Debby Ryan #Leigh Janiak

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spookyfilmz · 2 years

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Fear Street Part Three: 1666 (2021)

My Overall Rating: 4/5 ★★★☆☆

Scare Rating: 2/5 ★★★☆☆

Suspense Rating: 4/5 ★★★★☆

Gore Rating: 3/5 ★★★☆☆

For the third and final Fear Street movie we flashback to 1666 where we finally meet Sarah Fier, the witch. During the nigh Sarah and her friends Hannah and Lizzie meet outside to take berry's that have a sort of hallucinogenic effect. During this time Sarah discovers a book of dark magic. During the party Sarah and Hannah veer away from the group and kiss in the woods, unknowingly being seen by Mad Thomas. The next day the food and water has been poisoned and sort of plague seems to come over Union. Sarah goes to Solomon Goode because she blames herself at is a punishment for committing sin and laying with another woman. The next day the pastor murders a bunch of children in the church and the town holds a meeting to converse wether or not witchcraft is responsible for the plague on the town. Caleb tells the crowd that Sarah and Hannah are the witches responsible after seeing them in the woods together and the two are set to be killed at dawn. Sarah escapes but Hannah is captured. Sarah decides to use the book of dark magic to save Hannah. She later discovers the book in Solomon Goodes house which he used to make a deal with the devil and possess the pastor to kill those children in exchange for wealth and power. A fight ensues and Sarahs hand is cut off in the process. Sarah manages to escape but is caught by the townspeople. At the execution Sarah confesses that she was the only witch in order to save Hannah from certain death. Flashing back to 1994 Deena realizes that the Goode family is responsible for all the murders and that they are still committing these sacrifices for power and wealth. In turn they realize they have to kill Sheriff Nick Goode to be able to put an end to everything once and for all. Will they succeed? or will the Sheriff continue his families reign of power over the two towns? Watch "Fear Street Part Three: 1666" on Netflix to find out!

Cast: Kiana Madeira, Sadie Sink, Benjamin Flores Jr., Olivia Scott Welch, Ashley Zuckerman, Randy Havens, Julia Rehwald

𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖞 𝕾𝖕𝖔𝖔𝖐y,

𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖎 ⊂(´･◡･⊂ )∘˚˳°

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