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adamwatchesmovies · 1 year

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The Wizard of Speed and Time (1989)

There will never be another film like The Wizard of Speed and Time. Even if Mike Jittlov hopped in a time machine, reassembled the original cast, used the same equipment, the same locations and shot the film using the same techniques on the same budget, it could never be duplicated. Difficult to track down unless you know where to find it - at which point it becomes ridiculously easy to view - it’s got that “lightning in a bottle” quality.

Based on his original short film, writer, cinematographer, animator, composer Mike Jittlov plays himself as he attempts to create a short film highlighting his DIY special effects techniques for a TV network special. He’s a complete unknown and more than a little odd, prompting the executives to place a bet on whether Jittlov will meet the deadline.

A childlike sense of enthusiasm, giddiness and pleasant naivete radiates from every frame of The Wizard of Speed and Time. As you might’ve guessed, Mike Jittlov is essentially playing himself. He creates and then sells the film he made in 1979 to a system which has stomped all potential for off-the-wall thinkers and radicals with its unions, business models and rules. He’s ambitious and gullible. Of course making a movie isn’t as easy as he expects it to be. Although the obstacles standing in his way are recognizable to us onlookers as completely necessary - although perhaps a little restrictive - he nonetheless brings you to his side. You want nothing more than for him to overcome the odds and show the world what wild abandon can do.

You know the movie is going to get made because you’re watching the movie the real-life Mike Jittlov made. This makes his triumphs feel like your own. The meta aspect turns The Wizard of Speed and Time into an experience rather than a story you simply watch. If he can make his dream come true, so can you. You can “see the strings” in all of the special effects sequences - that’s to say you know how they were done - but it doesn’t matter. Your jaw drops seeing them because you know this man did it all on his own. More than that; he invented the techniques. Particularly striking is the stop-motion animation - the best of which features Jittlov himself as the titular Wizard.

This picture is inspirational and hilarious. It’s big and wild and colourful and cheerful and clever. Watch it a half-dozen times and I bet you’ll still discover previously unseen jokes tucked away in the corners of the screen. Rather than self-congratulating and self-important, it’s a humble little picture that never takes itself too seriously and takes every opportunity to make fun of how crazy it is.

The number of successful gags makes the film’s lack of a proper DVD release even more disappointing. You want to be able to pause and take a look at what’s written on those sheets of paper on the wall in the background, or turn on subtitles to make sure you don’t miss a thing while the room is filled with laughter. Be honest; you’d never heard of this movie before and it’s largely faded away… except to the die-hard fans who, frustrated with the studio’s utter lack of enthusiasm when it came to a new home release, created a version you can find online - all with Jitlov's approval.

The Wizard of Speed and Time isn’t just a movie. It’s has romance, humour, likeable characters, crowd scenes, chase scenes, special effects, etc. but they're used in wholly original ways. To watch it is to open up an old cardboard box in your attic and rediscover your favourite toy all over again. (On VHS, May 10, 2019)

#The Wizard of Speed and Time #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #Mike Jittlov #Paige Moore #Richard Kaye #Deven Chierighino #Steve Brodie #john massari #gary schwartz #Frank LaLoggia #Philip Michael Thomas #Paulette Breen #Will Ryan #Stephen Stucker #1989 movies #1989 films

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reitsportportal · 1 year

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Steve Guerdat siegt mit Is-Minka im Flottbek 5 Star

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#Abdel Said #Edouard Schmitz #Gamin van&039;t Naastveldhof #Is-Minka #Miss Blue Mystic Rose #Shane Breen #Steve Guerdat #Venard de Cerisy #Victoria Gulliksen #Yuri Mansur

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azspot · 6 months

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woodsfae · 1 month

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Babylon 5 S03E18 Walkabout previous episode - table of contents

Shuuuuut uuuuup Londo. What assurances does Garibaldi have that they won't fire on Centauri vessels with their one single war ship....what assurances have the Narn ever gotten that they won't be wiped out for existing in the Centauri's general vicinity??

Rare W by Michael Garibaldi. A+ way to get out of a conversation with Londo Mollari. I would suppose that Londo has nowhere to go up from here, but I've thought that before and been woefully disappointed.

Lyta Alexander, it's good to see you again! Even on the sad occasion of her trying to find out more about Kosh's death.

Seeing Sheridan just out for a walk and end up staring nose to nose with a Vorlon (?) ship was an effective way to set tone and scale. This is John Sheridan. He's measuring himself against gods.

Swedish meatballs exist in every race…to the Narnuan they're breen. Amazing.

G'Kar thinks the best use for their newly recovered and repaired warships is to protect Babylon 5, because it's the linchpin. What a terrifying linchpin to have! A highly puncturable, thin little steel shell, that has to spin just right, and also not get any holes in it.

Is…Stephen Franklin eating sunflower seeds to keep from doing cocaine?? lmao. unsure where he's meeting up with Garibaldi.

not-Kosh is a diiiiiick. dude. Vorlons have telepathy, and are a higher order species. How on earth is choking the most efficient way of getting the information.

This Vorlon has a much more distinguishable neck than Kosh did. And the voice is different. but the neck thing is kinda unsettling…my mental imagine of an encounter suit is less segmented. I wonder if not-Kosh was designed to be unsettling. Not-Kosh also moves differently, seems more like he's walking than Kosh's hovering glide. Kosh's encounter suit seemed like it was puppeted by an amorphous form. not-Kosh looks like a guy in a suit.

I hadn't remembered Lyta being Kosh's aid, but man is she in an unenviable position right now.

Stephen Franklin is finding himself by watching live performances. So I should hope for us all.

LOVE the war council scene and them all outvoting Sheridan. for real giggled about it.

Caillyn and the newly christened Steve are actually quite cute and I hope she doesn't die ingloriously or get disappeared by black ops or something.

Sheridan's plan definitely isn't foolproof, but it is interesting! Also regarding how Delenn mentioned Lyta's psi rating of 5. Which yes. PsiCorps rated her a 5 and trained her. But they also limited her - and all their telepaths. She's been working with Vorlons for the last few years. And didn't she connect with the Psi underground? They've been innovating. She's got to be a Psi 7 at the least.

Garibaldi lecturing G'Kar - who wanted the ship's captain to go on Sheridan's mission - on the captain choosing not to go. And the whole weird bit about them not knowing how to use their resources wisely….the ones they barely have because they're being genocided actively right now and have lost most of everything they have? It falls very flat for me. No one has lost as much or been put through as much as the Narnuan people.

omg. Steve. Steve. Don't lecture your lady in bed, the first time you've ever been in bed together?? On the day you met?? So not smooth my guy.

Lyta is weak to the Shadows rather than the other way around until she sees in Sheridan's mind that the Shadows killed Kosh. And that gave her an upgrade that lets her cry blood when she does really high powered offensive telepathy.

Four shadows ships have arrived! Ten minutes before they can bring the jump engines back on.

This is our first real look at Minbari telepathy! And it's not as good as Lyta Alexander's! Also, c'mon, the White Star got one all by themselves but the Minbari ship with three times the telepaths and presumably also weapons didn't get even a single one?? At least the Narn got to shine, because merely holding the Shadows still doesn't get any more than an "adequate" from me. The B5 crew is gettin it.

Whoops, bye Cailyn. Stephen Franklin's curse with women strikes again. Also, this answers my question of where he's been this whole time. Babylon 5. He's just been wandering around b5, lmao. Abandoned his life and started wandering. Around the same space station. hah. And his new sweetie has maybe 6-7 months to live. Man, he really doesn't get more than the slightest sparks of happiness, huh.

Oh-ho, one of my theories! Lyta tells not-Kosh that someone (Sheridan) might have a piece of Kosh. *gives self a star*

next!!

#woodsfae b5 #g'kar #john sheridan #lyta alexander #not-Kosh

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aunti-christ-ine · 6 months

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#editorial cartoons #steve breen #back to the future #1955 #housing market #political cartoon

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 2 years

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Steve Breen, San Diego Union Tribune :: [Scott Horton]

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I just remembered the stars I love them too whether I'm floored watching them from below or whether I'm flying at their side I have some questions for the cosmonauts were the stars much bigger did they look like huge jewels on black velvet or apricots on orange did you feel proud to get closer to the stars I saw color photos of the cosmos in Ogonek magazine now don't be upset comrades but nonfigurative shall we say or abstract well some of them looked just like such paintings which is to say they were terribly figurative and concrete my heart was in my mouth looking at them they are our endless desire to grasp things seeing them I could even think of death and not feel at all sad I never knew I loved the cosmos

[from “Things I Didn't Know I Loved”] Nâzim Hikmet - 1902-1963

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#Scott Horton #Steve Breen #San Diego Union Tribune #Galileo #James Webb Space Telescope #poem #poetry #Nazim Hiknet #Things I Didn't Know I Loved #Alive On All Channels

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cadencejames87 · 2 years

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Forever Mine: Part 1

Chapter Summary: Your husband returns from his duties and you take a family trip. You end up in the hospital and receive a visitor.

Word Count: Just under 2.4K

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WARNINGS: PTSD, mentions of war, Reader is a mother (because some readers choose not to read stories with children), mentions of assault, hospital stay, reader is drugged and abducted. *Warnings updated with each chapter*

*Not beta'd thus any and all mistakes are my own*

*Dividers above by @maysdigitalarts *

*Dividers in story by @whimsicalrogers *

Steve Rogers, Chief Petty Officer 2nd class in the Canadian Armed Forces JTF2 Squad, leads a team of SIX MEN through the halls of a dark, abandoned, war-torn building. The men are staggered two by three, wiping out all assailants as they clear the building and silently push forward as a unit. They check every corner and window until the hall ends in a T-intersection.

Steve lies in wait as his team links up. His brother in arms, BREEN LIGHTNING, places a hand on his shoulder. The soldier behind him follows suit, his hand on Breen’s shoulder, awaiting further instruction.

Steve signals the other three men to move forward. James 'Bucky' Barnes immediately comes shoulder to shoulder with him. The two soldiers stand eye to eye as the men behind Bucky mirror Steve’s team, grasping the shoulder of the man in front.

Steve checks their corner and sees everything is clear. He looks to Bucky and motions him to take the lead with his team while signalling his men to hold their position with a raised fist, his eyes returning to the empty hall.

Bucky follows his orders, nodding to the two men on his six. They advance down the hall to the left. Once the last man has rounded the corner, Steve leads his team down the hall on the right.

The sounds of war, VOICES CALL OUT directives and “all clears,” ASSAULT RIFLES BURST, the sounds fade with...

FIREWORKS POPPING.

HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE, young and old, occupy the open fields and rolling hills of Calgary’s Nose Hill Park; all eyes are on the sky as fireworks fly overhead.

Steve stands lost in thought. He's stupidly attractive with or without his current hiatus scruff. However, if you had your choice in the matter, he’d never shave. You reach out to your husband with concern and lovingly rub his back.

Steve stands straighter with a SHARP INHALE as he turns, pulled from his thoughts.

“Where were you just then?”

He smiles, pulls you close, and reassures you with a kiss on your forehead. “Nowhere.”

You rub your belly instinctively and lean into his embrace as you look fondly upon your one-year-old twins sitting in their double stroller. Both toddlers have red maple leaves on their cheeks and stare at the sky in wonder. It makes you smile seeing them so focused and in a state of awe.

4 YEARS LATER

Breen, Steve’s brother-in-arms and best friend, sits with an arm in a sling on the porch swing of a grey house with a navy door.

Your four small children, BRIER (5), BAILEY (5), PEYTON (3), and DELANEY (2), play happily in a kiddie pool in the middle of the yard. Water toys are scattered everywhere but in the pool. Towels and chalk litter the sidewalk and porch.

The front door opens, and you step out smiling with a nursing blanket over your shoulder, a baby monitor clipped to your pocket, and a tray of plates, cutlery, and pink lemonade in your arms. “Here, let me help you.” Breen moves to stand.

“No, no, you rest.” You set the tray on a small table next to a beautifully decorated birthday cake, half blue and half pink, and pour Breen a glass of lemonade as he settles back in his chair.

Breen takes the glass and looks at the kids running around laughing. “They’re all growing so fast.”

You turn to gather the towels scattered around the porch and hang them over the railing, beaming with pride at your four beautiful babies as you do. “I know. I wish they could stay this small forever.” You sit in a chair across from Breen and cut into the cake, quickly offering him a slice. “Here, eat.”

Breen happily sets his lemonade aside as you plate the slice of cake.

“Daddy!” The twins squeal with glee.

Your smile fades as you turn your attention out to the yard. The cake nearly slides off the plate you’re holding and into Breen’s lap before he can accept it.

Steve, now CPO 1st class and wearing dark navy army fatigues, drops a large duffle bag in the middle of the walkway and falls to his knee with arms stretched wide. Bailey and Brier jump into his waiting arms as the two toddlers rush up behind them. After a quick bear hug, the kids all return to their fun.

Steve stands and gives you a slight smile, a little worried about your current state of shock.

You smile back, a smirk that quickly grows into a big toothy grin as excitement fills your heart. It’s really him, he’s been away too long. You fly down the front steps and jump into Steve's arms, squeezing him tight. You shower him with kisses until you find his lips, and his tongue swipes at your lips. You allow him to deepen the kiss, your fingers combing his hair. The kiss is full of passion and longing. He sets you down, rests his forehead against yours, breathless. “I missed you,” you whisper. “Not as much as I missed you,” he whispers back.

The two of you stare into each other’s eyes a moment longer until you’re ripped from your bubble. “Hey!” You turn to find Breen standing on the top step glaring at Steve.

“What’s he doing here?” Steve asks as he protectively pushes you behind him.

Before you can answer, both men advance toward each other, ready to fight. “Would you two get a room?” You say as soon as they are toe to toe. They break into laughter and Steve pulls his friend in for a hug. You scoop up Steve’s bag and haul it over. “So you’re just gonna get yourself injured, come home, and hang out with my wife?”

“I was getting on Maya’s nerves. She kicked me outta the house for the day; figured I’d come here and annoy Y/N.

You drop the bag at Steve's feet. “Honestly, any adult conversation is welcome these days.”

Steve lifts the bag over his shoulder as if it weighs nothing and wraps his arm around you, kissing your forehead as he leads you back to the porch.

You LAUGH along with your daughters Brier-Lynn and Peyton, who are helping bake cookies. Their little faces and clothes are dusted with flour, as is everything else, but you live for these moments.

Delaney sits in a high chair beside the island, preoccupied with an activity cube. You sneak her a couple of chocolate chips as you discard dishes in the sink. On your return to the island counter, you grab a carton of eggs from the fridge and spot Bailey in front of the large kitchen window, his face pressed to the glass. “Bailey, what are you doing, sweetie?”

“What's daddy doing?”

You look out the window to see Steve cutting and measuring wood in the middle of the backyard. “Daddy's been gone a while, and he's just trying to catch up on some of the chores.”

Bailey quickly turns to you with excitement. “I want to help.”

You glance out the window at your husband, angrily hammering at a piece of wood on his workbench. The wood breaks and the hammer is thrown across the yard as he begins to pace; resembling a caged lion.

“Maybe later, okay?” Steve turns back to his workbench, flips the whole thing on its side, then rips an extension cord from the mess he created. He untangles the cable and wraps it up. You tear your eyes from the window to find your son pouting. “Why don’t you come help us bake cookies? I’ll let you taste the icing.”

Bailey lights up again and joins his sisters on the long step stool in front of the kitchen island.

You look out the window one last time to find Steve tidying the tools and materials around the workbench, now sitting upright.

You tuck in the children and make your way around the house searching for Steve, cleaning up toys along the way. You wander outside and find Steve sitting on the back steps, looking up at the stars and nursing a beer. You sit next to him, one step higher, and wrap your arms around him as you rest your chin on his shoulder. Steve kisses your cheek and leans his elbow on your lap, his eyes returning to the sky above. “I think we should take a trip.”

His gaze falls to the yard as he contemplates your idea. Setting his beer aside, he pulls you into his lap, sweeps your hair out of your eyes and behind your ear. “What if we left tonight?” You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him with bruising desire. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Smoke escapes a cracked window of a dark vehicle idling across the street from the Hillcrest parking lot in Revelstoke.

You and Steve work as a team unloading the SUV. Steve opens a double stroller, loads a few smaller items into the bottom storage compartment, and you transfer the sleeping toddler girls from their car seats into the stroller. As you strap the newborn to your chest, he pulls out a pair of suitcases and tosses a duffle over his shoulder.

Finally, Steve takes a twin in each arm, and you lock up, turning to slip the keys into his pocket. You give him a flirty kiss, hands roaming up his chest to frame his face. You pull away with a smirk and lead the way inside. He quickly grabs the bags and follows behind. King of one trip.

A cigarette is flicked from the cracked window of the dark vehicle as it pulls away and disappears around a corner.

You’re fast asleep in a hospital bed clutching a pillow to your chest.

Bucky Barnes, ex-SAS, charming, devilishly handsome, eyes hiding the trauma of a dark past, races down the hall. A PAIR OF NURSES trail close behind in an attempt to stop him.

DOCTOR BRUCE BANNER, naturally curious and friendly, sees the chase and steps in to block Bucky’s advancement. “Excuse me, sir...” Bucky nearly collides with the man. “Can I help you?”

“I'm looking for my wife.“ Bucky states.

“We can help find her once we get you signed in.” Doctor Banner tries to lead him back the way he came.

Bucky steps out of his reach with an exasperated SIGH as he places one hand on his hip, smoothes his beard with the other and then runs his fingers through his hair in frustration, the white gold band on his ring finger on full display. “My wife is right there. I just want to see her. She needs to know she is not alone.” Bucky pleads, pointing to the room just behind Doctor Banner.

“My apologies, sir. The patient in that room arrived only moments ago. She is still currently a Jane Doe. I am sure one of these nurses wou--”

“I know it's her! I followed the goddamn ambulance. I’m the one who called the fucking thing.” Bucky cuts him off, letting his frustration show.

“Sir.” Doctor Banner shrugs, hands tied.

Bucky takes another step back with a calming breath, hands raised in surrender as he tries to think. “I’m sure I have... Something.” He searches the pockets of his grey dinner jacket and pulls out a photo name tag. Bucky hands the card to Doctor Banner and unconsciously wipes the front of his sweater as if to straighten the tie beneath. “I must have left my wallet."

Banner examines the name tag.

“I know it’s horrible in terms of identification.” Bucky glances back at the two nurses, CLEARS HIS THROAT, and returns his full attention to the Doctor. “We were on our way to The Sutton Place Hotel.” He continues. “I was supposed to be a guest speaker representing my architecture firm. The wife,” He nods to your room, "saw the bakery on our way, heard about it through one of those magazines she's always reading. Instead of waiting until my schedule cleared up, I pulled over and told her I'd park the car.”

Doctor Banner hands the card back.

“As soon as I stepped foot in the alley, I saw her lying there. Her purse and everything was gone, even her ring.” As if remembering something, Bucky holds up an index finger, tucks his name tag away and pulls out a phone. “I have photos.” He offers the phone to Doctor Banner.

The Doctor flips through a few pictures and hands the phone back. “I apologize, Mr. London.” He steps aside, and the nurses return to their desk.

Bucky enters the room with the Doctor at his side. He hesitantly moves closer to your bed, overwhelmed with emotions. Is he dreaming? If he is, he never wants to wake up now that he finally has you within his reach.

“She was slipping in and out of consciousness when help arrived. We gave her a mild sedative to calm her nerves.” Doctor Banner observes Bucky’s apprehensive movements. “Does your wife have any allergies to medications?”

He doesn’t take his eyes off of you. “No, nothing.” Taking your hand in his, he lets out a shuddered breath and kneels beside your bed. He fights back angry tears at your current condition, kisses your hand and a tear escapes. “I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry.” More tears fall as he tenderly tucks your hair behind your ear.

“Mr. London, you should know that the police are on their way. They will want to speak to you and...”

There’s a visible tick in his jaw at the interruption, though he still keeps his full attention on you. “Y/N”

Doctor Banner is hesitant to interrupt further. “When you are ready, we have a few forms that you will need to fill out at the nurses station.”

Bucky gives Doctor Banner a slight nod, and the Doctor immediately excuses himself, drawing the privacy curtains closed on his way.

Bucky’s head snaps up with the look of a stone-cold killer. Eyes dry, a completely different man than the one who entered moments ago. He removes a syringe from his inside pocket and inserts the needle into the IV, eyes trained on the curtain.

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