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favorite horror movies (40): gremlins 2: the new batch (1990)
"The niceties, Fred. The fine points: diplomacy, compassion, standards, manners, tradition... that's what we're reaching toward. Oh, we may stumble along the way, but civilization, yes. The Geneva Convention, chamber music, Susan Sontag. Everything your society has worked so hard to accomplish over the centuries, that's what we aspire to; we want to be civilized."
#horror#horror movies#gremlins 2: the new batch#gizmo#horroredit#moviesedit#filmedit#cinema#horror screencaps
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do you remember that bit in the middle of gremlins where Phoebe Cates is just like my dad died in a chimney 😭😭 like ma’am can this not wait ?
#gremlins#gremlins 1984#phoebe cates#kate beringer#billy peltzer#also while we’re at it#gremlins is a christmas movie#gremlins gizmo#it’s just so random#no context#and the stairlift scene#LMAO#fucking 10/10 movie#peak cinema#80’s movies
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On April 13, 1999, Gremlins was released on DVD in Canada.
Here's some new Gizmo art to mark the occasion!
#gremlins#joe dante#gremlins (1984)#chris columbus#80s horror#comedy movies#horror movies#christmas movies#horror comedy#dark fantasy#fantasy film#1980s#1980s movies#gizmo#christmas horror#midnight movies#cult cinema#movie art#art#drawing#movie history#pop art#modern art#pop surrealism#cult movies#portrait#cult film
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now watching #gremlins #joedante #gizmo #christmashorror #christmasmovies #christmasfilms #nowwatching #nowplaying #film #films #movie #movietime #cinema #filmstagram #movienight #moviebuff #filmfan #filmfanatic #filmlover #filmbuff #movieswatchedin2022 #filmswatchedin2022 #bluray #dvd #movies https://www.instagram.com/p/CmNvKcXrn9W/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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3. how do they ask you out on a date
→ sal
- he doesn't.
- he makes larry watch the cameras of the apartment, trying to see when you come in to the apartments.
- when you come in to the building, he writes a note saying would you like to go somewhere and hang out a bit
- and makes gizmo give it to you. ofc it's a bit hard to convince him, but he does it with just a few cat treats.
- the little rascal walks over to you and rubs against your legs until he gets your attention. he keeps meowing until you realize the little note on his collar.
- after you send gizmo back to sal's apartment, sal just waits beside the door for gizmo to come back.
- he is now too excited for the day. but has no clue on what to do.
→ larry
- your heart went crazy as soon as you heard that sanity's fall was gonna come in to town.
- while speaking to larry about the concert, he randomly closed his walkie talkie. this guy istg.
- a few days later, this guy just pops out of nowhere and shoves two tickets to your face.
- while closing your locker, he was just standing there. you were startled for a second but then managed to ask him what all of this was about.
- he grinned, making his usual face when he was around you
(istg he never smiles in the real game 😭)
- "i may or may not have got some money from my mom for tickets."
- the both of you just kept laughing while he was joking about how his mom was mad when he told her about the tickets.
- he doesn't necessarily ask you out on a date but it's okay.
→ ash
- she just randomly pops up the question when the two of you are sitting in her room, hanging out.
- you were also thinking about going somewhere with her, but she asked you first.
- "do you wanna go to the new thrift shop that just opened up? we could get a thing or two together maybe?"
- ofc it caught you by a bit of a surprise but it was cute.
- she's sweet.
→ todd
- while cleaning off the lunch trays, while he dumps everything in the trash he pushes his glasses up
- it takes him a few seconds to consider what he is doing though.
- "i was thinking it would be nice to-"
- you held his hands, shaking him violently
- "CAFE?! CINEMA?! OR OR YOUR HOUSE?!"
- "no. i was thinking of building a little spaceship-"
- you had to give him a lesson over first dates later that day but he wanted to do the ship anyways.
→ travis
- he also doesn't, like sal.
- while sitting in class, he just casually throws a piece of paper to your head.
- you quickly realized that it was from him, but didn't know why.
- as opening up the crumbled paper, you felt stares on your back, questioning yourself as you continued.
- his hand writing was scribbly and neat at the same time
- “hey loser. when are you free this week? except sunday."
- you didn't think it was a date at first, thought he was just messing with you.
- he was serious with it too??
#ashley campbell#headcannons#horror games#larry johnson#oneshots#sally face#sal fisher#travis phelps#sally face preferences#preferences#sally face game#sally face headcanons#todd morrison#sally
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Brazil is like if Kubrick did Cyberpunk but could pull off satire without cruelty. It's whimsical Kafka. It's a long drawn out series of Monty Python gags. It's a ghoulish, pleasant dystopia. It's what I'm pretty sure inspired the Samurai mecha scene in Zack Snyder's revered Sucker Punch.
Brazil, named after the one song that backs most of the movie in many forms The Long Goodbye style, is a retelling of 1984 and 8 1/2 mixed with Kafka and sundry other surrealist modernist dystopias directed by Terry Gilliam. It was originally going to be an modernized retelling of 1984 until someone else adapted 1984 and Gilliam had to change the title from 1984 1/2 to something else. It rocks.
This is a gags film. It's a gizmos film. It's like if someone did The Trial but forgot to remind the set decorators to keep things "bleak." It's a colorful dystopia that still manages to terrify. Depending how monstrous you classify state bureaucracy you could stretch it a bit and call this surrealist horror. This movie answers the question "What if Brave New World was slapstick?"
Gilliam has been an unnamed influence on my life practically since I was born, and only recently was I able to realize the extent of his impact on my perceived reality. Therefore a simple objective positive/negative outlook on this testament to how bad being british is wouldn't be something I could give you. I've been addicted to Gilliam's sort of cinema for as long as I can remember, and so take this into consideration as I say this, but Brazil is very very good.
An aside: I know this is a deathly insult to any italian man with a mustache but Robert Deniro in this looks like he should play a live action 80s Mario. He's even an overalled tradesmen in this. I hate it but its the truth.
Watch this movie to see Jonathan Pryce have the worst time in his life as he spirals down the drain of the quirkiest dystopia you'll ever see.
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Remedy For The Jitters
Summary: Marty has been antsy all afternoon; Doc thinks he knows what the issue is and decides to help the kid out. Takes place before the events of the movie.
Requested by @ticklybing/@studious-switch.
"Marty, don't bother trying to lie to me, I've seen your leg shaking like it's about to fall off since you sat down."
Marty had been off from school for about an hour now, and like most afternoons, he had went straight to Doc's house. The boy usually demonstrated a level of curiosity towards the various gadgets and gizmos scattered about the workshop. Today, however, it was clear he had something else on his mind, something his companion immediately clocked.
"Really, Doc, I'm fine!" Marty replied with exasperation, shaking his head. "I've just got a bit of energy pent up for being at school all day, that's all!"
The inventor rolled his eyes with a small scoff. "These aren't the typical McFly jitters! You've been drumming your fingers against your leg, too! You only do that when you've got something on your mind." Doc said pointedly, nodding to the offending fingers, which stilled instantly in a vain attempt to cover up their motions.
"That's not true!" Marty stammered, a soft flush coming to his cheeks upon realizing he'd been caught. "Besides, even if there WAS something bothering me, you couldn't do much about it. Don't worry about me, Doc."
Doc's eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowing as he looked at the boy closely. The silence was defending, especially in the absence of Doc's usual scientific ramblings.
"I've GOT it!" Marty flinched as the inventor's voice suddenly roared back to life at full volume. Doc pointed a finger at him, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. "It's that girl, isn't it!"
The boy's blush darkened significantly, spreading up to his ears. "Girl? What girl?" He mumbled, averting his gaze.
"That one you've been making heart eyes at all semester! What was her name again? Janice? Jolene?"
"Jennifer..." Marty mumbled under his breath; of course Doc heard him.
"Jennifer, that was her name! What happened? Did you finally work up the courage to ask her out?"
The teen looked down, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Well..." He started, pausing before a shy grin overtook his features. "Yeah, I did!"
Immediately, Doc matched his grin. "Why, that's wonderful! I knew you had it in you, my boy! Where are you going to take her?"
"I was thinking about the movies. There's this new flick coming out soon about aliens or something; do you think she'd like something like that? I know it's not a romantic comedy or anything, but those tend to release in the spring, so I'm kinda limited with my options here."
Doc chuckled. "I'm sure she'll have a good time, Marty! You're a charming young man, and from what you've told me, she seems to be a nice girl! Don't work yourself up over nothing."
Marty fiddled with his sunglasses, an anxious habit he had picked up over the years. "What if she doesn't, though? I really like her, Doc! I don't want to blow it because I came up with a subpar first date!" He replied.
"That's ridiculous! I think the cinema is a perfectly suitable first date for kids your age! You're just overthinking things!"
Despite his attempts to reassure the boy, Doc could see that his words did very little to soothe Marty's nerves. The other was practically vibrating, leg shaking a hundred miles an hour, and it was clear that his head was racing with all of the "what if" possibilities. No, it was going to take more than words to get Marty to stop worrying so much.
"Marty, don't make me pull out my secret weapon."
In an instant, the boy went completely still, eyes widening as they darted over to the scientist. Marty knew good and well what "secret weapon" meant.
"Doc, you wouldn't-"
"Oh, I would." Doc smirked, slowly starting to edge closer to the other. "IF you don't settle down.. Really, Marty, you're being too hard on yourself! The date hasn't even happened yet and you're already worried you'll mess up. Just be yourself and things will go fine!"
"But Doc, you don't get it! Jennifer is, like, WAY out of my league and I really need to impress her with-"
"Alright, I warned you." Marty didn't have time to react before the inventor pounced, hands latching onto his sides and beginning to squeeze rapidly.
In an instant, Marty's lips slammed slut, trying desperately to hold back the startled giggles threatening to spill out of him. The boy slouched over in his chair in a vain attempt to protect his torso, wrapping his arms around his waist with a soft whine in his voice. "Dohohohohoc, cut it ohohohohohohout!"
"Nope! You had your chance, now it seems I have to tickle the jitters out of you!" Doc replied, chuckling with amusement. His fingers jumped from place to place unpredictably, testing Marty's ribs, his stomach, his hips, cataloging which spots garnered the best reactions.
Marty shook his head rapidly, a little snort slipping out as fingers found a particularly bad spot on his lower belly. "Nehehahahahaha! N-Nohohoho, you dohohohohohon't!"
Fingers danced across his ribs like a piano, kneaded at his sides, poked and prodded at his tummy. Right as he finally started to process one touch, it would move somewhere else, changing in pressure and technique, keeping him on his toes.
The boy's legs kicked frantically, his heels scuffing against the floor as he tossed his head back. A loud, boyish belly laugh ripped from his throat as his friend's fingers spidered up to target just below his armpits. "OHOHOHO SHIHIHIT! DOHOHOHOC, PLEHEHEASE!"
"Bad spot, eh?" The inventor smirked, continuing to tease the sensitive area. "Then I suppose I should just keep tickling there, shouldn't I? After all, the more you laugh, the more of those nervous jitters you'll get rid of." Oh god, he was teasing now, and Marty didn't know if he could handle that.
"NOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, DOHOHOHOHOHON'T!"
"There's no point pretending you aren't having fun, my boy. You haven't tried to push my hands away once since I started." Doc pointed out with a knowing chuckle.
Immediately, Marty's cheeks turned a dark red, his laughter raising in pitch. As much as he hated to admit it, Doc was right. Even though his hands were free, Marty had not attempted to push away the other away or seriously protect his ticklish spots at any point. In fact, he hadn't uttered the word "stop" either, now that he thought about it.
"OHOHOHO MY GOHOHOHOD! DOHOHOHOHON'T TEHEHEHEASE ME, MAN!"
The boy's cackles turned borderline hysterical as Doc finally dug under his arms; one could say he resembled a hyena at that moment. It just tickled so bad, it should have been illegal!
"Oh, alright. I suppose I won't be mean, just this once. However, I'm not stopping until you promise you'll stop worrying so much about your date." The older man replied, shooting the other an affectionate grin. "Speaking of which, how ARE you feeling, my boy? Ready to tap out?"
Marty could have said yes. He could have begged for mercy, for those evil fingers to just MOVE SOMEWHERE ELSE. However, instead he just let out another flustered whine, curling furthur in on himself.
"Aah, it seems that you still need a bit of tickle therapy, then. Not to worry, Marty, I'm more than happy to help!"
Marty might regret his choice to not give in when he had the chance later...or maybe not. After all, he could say he was already feeling significantly less stressed.
#ticklish!marty mcfly#back to the future tickle fic#tickle fic#sfw tickles#sfw tickling community#tickling community#sfw twords#sfw tword community#tword community#my writing
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In defense of Despicable Me 3
It has taken me FOREVER to get to this and I can no longer find the ask but! @squidsandthings, to answer your question of what's up with Despicable Me 3, the plain truth of it is that it is simply the pinnacle of film. Most people think it's a classic case of a company wringing every drop of profit they can from a movie that saw commercial success, dragging it out further and further with each sequel until the plot is so attenuated you can barely see it, the concept is so inane you lose brain cells watching it, and the characters are so two-dimensional they are undoubtably relatives of Stanley. But I say it's cinema at its finest. I will try to make this short, but brevity is nigh impossible when extolling the virtues of Despicable Me 3.
To start, Gru is the morally gray anti-hero this generation needs: an ingenius villain with something to prove (he has mommy issues), yet a tender family man at heart. He yearns for his past life, for the thrill of heists and gadgets and gizmos, but recognizes that he now has joys and responsibilities (the gorls) and must struggle to tame his nostalgia.
Dru, Gru's long-lost twin brother with the most luscious blond hair you've ever seen, is the hot to Gru's cold, the high to his low, the piliferously well-endowed to his follically challenged. Dru has all the charisma and charm that Gru lacks, but he is bumbling and incompetent when it comes to heisting. Yet, despite it all, he desperately wants to follow in his (and Gru's) recently deceased father's legacy of villainy, to make him posthumously proud.
The gorls are growing up: Margo receives a proposal from a boy with limp cheese and a pig, Edith remains surly yet reveals her caring nature as she accompanies Agnes to find a unicorn, and Agnes herself remains a paragon of hope and childlike wonder despite learning that unicorns aren't real, choosing to embrace a one-horned goat in what is possibly a biblical allusion to finding the beauty in imperfection. All the while, the gorls are figuring out what a relationship with their step-mom Lucy looks like, and Lucy in turn is learning what it means to be a mother.
The minions, upset with the dangerous labor conditions (Dr. Nefario was accidentally frozen in carbonite) and unfulfilling work (not evil), decide to unionize in a powerful example of proletariat uprising. Unfortunately, they later get imprisoned for stealing pizza after enthralling fictional and real-life audience members alike by performing a spectacular impromptu rendition of the Major-general's Song on a live singing competition. They then stage a jailbreak like the radical prison abolitionists they are and find their way back to continue a life of crime with Dru.
With such a star-studded cast of characters, you'd think there would be no way to steal the spotlight, but the antagonist, Balthazar Bratt, manages to outshine them all. Bratt is nuanced and realistic with a tragic, compelling backstory (teenage acne) who clings to a delusion of fame after his TV show as a child actor was canceled. He is stylish and funky, bringing all the best parts of the '80s back to life with his superior sense of fashion (I mean, who else can pull off spiky purple shoulderpads and not look monstrous?), immense bravery (he sports a spiky, gleaming mullet despite his large bald patch), and multipurpose choice of weaponry (keytar that emits waves of sonic energy strong enough to blow not just your socks, but all of your clothes off to the tune of Van Halen's "Jump").
In all, Despicable Me 3 is undoubtably a cinematic masterpiece through and through.
Also, it's an inside joke with my cousin that I've taken waaaay too far.
#despicable me 3#dm3 was ROBBED at the oscars#someday i WILL write an academic paper on this just you wait#but today is not that day#in fact i am writing this when i really should be working on my creative writing final portfolio
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Oliver Swift headcanons!!!
(It’s probably obvious that I like him)
Oliver has a knack for sketching blueprints. He can also draw cats (the ugly ones from silly pictures- he’s a natural with the blobby and lumpy shapes) and such, but not people
While passing time on the job, Oliver can sometimes be seen taking stuff apart and then putting it back together. If he’s in an inventing mood, he may just make a gadget, a gizmo, a whatchamacallit, or even a thingamajig. The cinema usually swallows the resulting amalgamation though…
There’s enough strength in his little goblin hands to strangle god, if need be, although I doubt there’d be a situation where that‘d HAVE to happen
Oliver’s parents were always part of organized crime. The Icarus Club is what would happen if Mr. Dickens was involved too
Have I mentioned that Oliver has four parents? (I just like talking about it)
ADHD and autism creature, as decided by me, who is also an ADHD and autism creature. Oliver seeks out a lot of mental stimulation, including the pleasantly numbing art of MacGyvering a pistol because you’re bored. He can be icky about being touched, especially by strangers
Sharp teeth… he can’t have a lot of ice cream because it’ll hurt his little teefies, poor thing. His favorite flavors are chocolate and vanilla
This is always up to personal interpretation, but for me Oliver gives off the no HRT vibes. Projecting time lol
On the same note, he had top surgery and a hysterectomy (periods suck, they’re annoying and painful, and he refuses to have a baby because they’re also annoying and painful), but no bottom surgery. He was still pretty young so Mr. Dickens helped him pay for it and took care of him alongside Randy
When Oliver was in fifth grade he punched a kid because they made an offensive comment about his dad. He got suspended for a couple days but Mr. Dickens was pretty lenient on his punishment
Not only is Oliver an atheist, but he also never learned to say any variations of “oh my god.” It’s just not part of his vocabulary
Mr. Dickens adopted him!! He has two adoptive older sisters, Gloria and Lindsey, and a nephew named Arthur
He’s got a mix of stuff from his parents, mostly Norwegian, Dutch, and Finnish
Strawberry blond Oliver supremacy ‘,B^)
Him and Craig had a thing for a month or two back in high school, but they clashed a lot and the breakup was messy
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Monsters, Makeup & Effects 2: Conversations with Cinema’s Greatest Artists will be published in hardcover, paperback, and e-book on October 26 via Dark Ink. It’s written by horror journalist Heather Wixson, managing editor of Daily Dead.
The 500-page book is the the second in a planned four-volume series, each containing 20 extensive conversations with influential special effects artists alongside behind-the-scenes photos. The first volume was released last year.
Volume 2 features interviews with Steve Wang, Chris Walas, Mike Elizalde, Eryn Krueger Mekash, Kazu Hiro, Todd Masters, Phil Tippett, Michèle Burke, Robert Burman, Christopher Nelson, Richard Landon, Guy Himber, Shane Mahan, Stuart Conran, Joey Orosco, Norman Cabrera, John Dods, David Grasso, Bruce Spaulding Fuller, and a tribute to John Carl Buechler.
Gizmo. Michael Myers. Hellboy. Predator. Pinhead. Twisty the Clown. Spielberg’s dinosaurs. Brundlefly. This is just a sampling of the iconic characters that have continued to thrill fans both on the big and small screens for decades now that you’ll read about in Monsters, Makeup & Effects: Volume 2. For this second installment of her ongoing interview series, journalist and FX historian Heather Wixson celebrates the lives and careers of 20 more special effects artists who have left their indelible mark on the world of entertainment, and many are still working hard in the industry today.
Featuring in-depth conversations and hundreds of behind-the-scenes photos, Monsters, Makeup & Effects: Volume 2 furthers the exploration of the influence felt by the work of these brilliant artists whose ingenuity and creativity were behind the creation of so many seminal creatures and characters that have captured our imaginations, left us in awe and genuinely excited us as moviegoers. In simpler terms, these are the artists who were able to make the impossible possible, and these interviews are a celebration of all of the incredible contributions that these artists have made throughout their careers and the passion that has fueled their creative endeavors, both inside and outside of the makeup studio.
Pre-order Monsters, Makeup & Effects 2.
#special effects#john carl buechler#phil tippett#horror#80s horror#1980s horror#heather wixson#dark ink#book#gift#horror books#halloween#gremlins#hellboy#hellraiser
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Hi guys so we’ve had a few room inquiries over the past few months, and we’ve pretty much declined them. We have right at 70 rooms and the only rooms we see being utilized consistently are homes. So here’s what we want from you. Check the list below, to see what rooms you might want to keep or which ones you might want to see gone. Once the list is finalized based off what YOU as a community vote for we will then consider letting individuals start business rooms again. However with that means that you have to keep said room active. If your room goes more than 2 months inactive it will be removed and may get another chance to reopen your business at a much later date. If you have suggestions of new rooms you’d like to see please let us know those as well.
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7 Eleven
71 above
BOA steak house
Beverly Center
Big bear mountain
Border Grill
Bossa Nova
Breakfast Bitch
Bxr Gym & Boxing
Catch LA
Cobb Estate/ Haunted Forrest
Disney Land
Firefly
Florida
Gizmo’s Cereal Bar
Griffith Park
Hollywood Sign & Hollywood Boulevard
In-N-Out
Johnny Rockets
Katana Sushi
L.A Police department
LA zoo
Los Angeles County Museum of Art
Los Angeles Gun Club
Los Angeles Mission
Luckie’s Cabaret
Lucky Strike
Mildred E Mathis Botanical Garden
Monty Good Burger
Moonlight rollerway
Nobu
Oc Fair
Ocean Prime
Olive Garden
Overland Veterinary Clinic
Perch
Perfect Sound Studios
Providence
RH rooftop Bar and Restaurant
Red Lobster
Regal Cinemas L.A.
Reign of Terror haunted house
Rodeo Drive
Roscoes House of Chicken and Waffles
Runyon Canyon
Sage Vegan Bistro
Santa Monica Pier
Six Flags hurricane harbor
Six Flags Magic Mountain
Sky zone
Star Hookah Lounge
Starbucks
Studio City Tattoo & Piercing
Sugar Factory
Sunset strip
TAO
Target
The Abbey
The Beverly Hills Hotel
The Dolly Llama
The Ritz-Carlton
The nice guy
The ventana Rooftop Pool
Tinfoil liquor & Grocery
Top Golf
Trejos tacos
Venice Beach
Walmart
Westside Pavilion
Whole foods
Whyte Diamonds
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My enjoyment of your father's motto, "Materials are everything”, was not entirely at his expense. Up to a point, I saw the value of people who made things, and to the highest standard: Herb and Gladys built their own house, smoked their own salmon, brewed their own beer. But I had never met two people who existed so exclusively in three dimensions. The only times I saw your father excited were over a curly maple mantle or a creamy-headed stout, and I think it was over static physical perfection that he exalted; sitting before the fire, drinking the beer, were afterthoughts.
Your mother cooked with the precision of a chemist, and we ate well on visits. Her meringue-topped raspberry pies that might have been clipped out of magazines, though again I would have the strong impression that it was pie-as-object that was the goal, and eating the pie, gouging into her creation, was a kind of vandalism. (How telling that your cadaverously thin mother is a marvelous cook but has no appetite.) If the assembly-line production of goods sounds mechanical, it felt mechanical. I was always a little relieved to get out of your parents' house, and they were so kind to me, if materially kind, that I felt churlish.
Still, everything in their house was buffed to a high, flat shine, so much reflection to protect the fact that there was nothing underneath.
They didn't read; there were a few books, a set of encyclopedias (the wine-colored spines warmed up the den), but the only well-leafed volumes were instruction manuals, do-it-yourself how-to's, cookbooks, and a haggard set of The Way Things Work, volumes one and two. They had no comprehension why anyone would seek out a film with an unhappy ending or buy a painting that wasn't pretty. They owned a top-shelf stereo with speakers worth $1,000 apiece, but only a handful of easy-listening and best-of CDs: Opera Stoppers; Classical Greatest Hits. That sounds lazy, but I think it was more helpless: They didn't know what music was for.
You could say that about all of life, with your family: They don't know what it's for. They're big on lifes mechanics; they know how to get its cogs to interlock, but they suspect that they're building a widget for its own sake, like one of those coffee-table knickknacks whose silver metal balls click fruitlessly back and forth until friction tires them. Your father was profoundly dissatisfied when their house was finished, not because there was anything wrong with it, but because there wasn't. Its high-pressure shower head and hermetic glass stall were impeccably installed, and just as he trooped out for a generic who-cares selection of best-of CDs to feed his magisterial stereo, I could easily envision your father running out to roll in the dirt to provide that shower a daily raison d'être. For that matter, their house is so neat, glossy, and pristine, so fitted out with gizmos that knead and julienne, that defrost and slice your bagels, that it doesn't seem to need its occupants. In fact, its puking, shitting, coffee-sloshing tenants are the only blights of untidiness in an otherwise immaculate, self-sustaining biosphere.
We've talked about all this on visits of course—exhaustively, since, overfed and forty minutes from the nearest cinema, wed resort to dissecting your parents for entertainment. The point is, when Kevin—Thursday— well, they weren't prepared. They hadn't bought the right machine, like their German-made raspberry de-seeder, that would process this turn of events and make sense of it. What Kevin did wasn't rational. It didn't make a motor run more quietly, a pulley more efficient; it didn't brew beer or smoke salmon. It did not compute; it was physically idiotic.
Eva (We need to talk about Kevin)
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Serpent, Witness, Cinematographer
And now it is the serpent's turn.
—Frank O'Hara
Self-consciousness is theater.
—Mary Ruefle
He inched inside the almost-closed
sliding door and glided across
the kitchen floor—six to seven
feet long, maybe more,
and black as a hole in a hole.
“There's a mouse in here somewhere,”
he said with a tongue that forked the air.
Baby dreamed down the hall
of milk-white clouds and singing bears.
Mouse stood still beneath the crib
and nibbled crumbs. What did he hear
as he feasted there in the peace of the house?
Unctuous scales on polished tiles?
Distant drone of neighbor's mower?
Sough of waves in sound machine?
What to fear save the silence,
snake belied with double-tongue
and belly tred, risk and hunger,
peace and danger? Calm inhered
in the hush he kept as his only
cover, while all the world plotted
to alarm in the cry of a gull, boom
of a jet, honk of a truck. If baby
wakes, then mouse escapes into
the wall and snake is trapped at the end
of the hall. So, everything moved
in this repose like a dream that was real
inside a dream the witness called
This Afternoon, A Matinee.
Serpent slid as the artist watched
behind the lens; moved herself
like a Möbius strip with seamless edge
from fear to reason, snake to text:
I'm fucked for watching him like sex,
which he is, he is, if he ends
in the way he always does
with a little death but also more
if I just look, then close my eyes.
Since this was also now a film
with the viewer—me—watching
himself watching it, turning
the white linoleum floor
into a screen on which these scenes
were cast in my mind as well, I felt
compelled to flirt with her, the cinema-
tographer, beloved form,
internal paramour, me,
but also her, that multitude
of two we need to see all things.
I put my lips to her ear and whispered,
“The slow, inexorable way his body
moves fires your brain to wit
as you stand and sit, passing faster
now than the stallion ever could
in the cinema of self-consciousness.”
“What bliss,” she said, “when lens and eye
coalesce with a chill as cold
as the blood of snake, poet, porno-
grapher. I see the union of gizmos
and names in his eternal body—
from rope and fork to every gauge
of electric wire. I see the imple-
ment and word as one. I see
his cuneiform and hieroglyphs
in the dust of every age. I hear
music in the pit of my acoustic
head—a slow diminuendo
for strings and drums. I would kiss you
now if your lips weren't mine. I would call
you my soul, then write to you
in the present as if it were the past:
I mind how once we lay such
a transparent summer morning.”
Baby sighed when snake attached
beneath the crib, turned his head
and kicked a leg, but stayed asleep.
“Snakes can't move in reverse,” you said,
“but when they do egress in scoots
and whips, they speak beneath their long
soft breath: 'Stillness is prayer.
Stillness is peace. Silence balances
there.'” You waved like Eurydice
at the door that was also my head.
“Did you see, my dear?” you asked, then dis-
appeared into the dark. “What?”
Where now to look? And then your voice
in your absence said, “This is what
the present did. Get it down
in your sacred book. Sing with the power
to stir the trees. The genius of snakes
lies in their ear for the rustle of feet,
hum of mind, which their beauty follows.”
— Chard deNiord, Interstate (2015)
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Facebook & Instagram – National Popcorn Day Giveaway – x1 Global Gizmos 54500 Jumbo Cinema Style Popcorn Maker 19/01/2023
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30 Essential Films of the Silent Era
The tl;dr version of the silent film era.
By Ciara Wardlow · Published on April 14th, 2018
Maybe you’ve never seen a silent film. Or maybe you’ve seen a few, but would like to explore further. You don’t want to dedicate hundreds of hours to the subject — you just want to feel like you kind of want to get a feel for what the deal was. Well, I’ve got just the thing for you: a 30-hour silent film study plan highlighting the wide range of content created in that prolific film era, dabbling in everything from documentaries to science fiction to animation.
Some notes about defining the “silent” film “era”: while innovators came up with various experimental ways of synchronizing sound and image dating back to the dawn of cinema, the first feature-length “talking” picture is generally considered 1927’s The Jazz Singer. Though it did vary some between countries, the takeover of sound was, on the whole, both quick and brutal, as many great stars suddenly became yesterday’s news while more verbally adept newcomers shot up through the ranks to take their places. This article gives the silent era a three-year grace period, placing the cutoff at 1930. Admittedly, there are some brilliant silent films that were made later, but if they missed the cutoff, I disqualified them for inclusion in this piece (unfortunately, Yasujirō Ozu really didn’t come into his own as a filmmaker until the 1930s…). Also, I limited myself to one film per director.
With that said, let’s get started.
The OGs (Pre-1910)
For a decent, free online overview of the origins of film, check out Tim Dirks’ Filmsite. Here’s the even shorter version: In the late 19th century, Edison Manufacturing Company employee William Kennedy Laurie Dickson developed the Kinetograph, the first motion picture camera prototype, producing his first test film in either 1889 or 1890. In 1891, he started developing an early motion picture projector known as the Kinetoscope.
But wait, you might be thinking, weren’t there those French dudes? And the answer is yes, that’s up next because in February 1895 the brothers Louis and Auguste Lumiere patented the Cinematographe, which ended up truly kicking off the filmmaking industry because it was a lightweight all-in-one camera/projector that was way easier to use. So, in sum: they weren’t first, but they arrived with much more style.
Considering the moving picture camera was a brand-new invention, it is important to remember that many of the early makers of film would not identify themselves as filmmakers, but as people of a wide variety of professions and interests who decided to dabble in this newfangled gizmo. That said, even going back to these early days, people like to separate filmmakers into two schools — those with a realistic bent (which ultimately becomes linked to those with predominantly political intentions), with the Lumières heralded as the forefathers, and those with a magical/creative bent, stemming from Georges Méliès. It’s a vast, vast oversimplification, but it is can be a useful framework sometimes. The basic outline of narrative film as we know really started taking shape in the 1910s — before that, it was an experimental (and pretty wacky) world, as can be seen in the examples below.
Arrival of a Train at La Ciotat (L’arrivée d’un train en gare de La Ciotat)
a.k.a. that one featured in Hugo
Dir. Auguste and Louis Lumière, 1 min., 1896
The Cabbage Fairy (La Fée aux Choux)
a.k.a. the debut of the first film storyteller
Dir. Alice Guy-Blaché, 1 min., 1896
What made Alice Guy-Blaché noteworthy among the earliest filmmakers, as can be seen in her debut “The Cabbage Fairy,” was that she was really the first to see film as, above all, a storytelling medium, and to really focus on the narrative potential that would define the medium’s future. (To read more about Guy-Blaché, Lois Weber (see below), and other female filmmakers of the silent era, check out my FSR article on the subject.)
A Trip to the Moon (Le Voyage dans la Lune)
a.k.a. that other one featured in Hugo
Dir. Georges Méliès, 13 min., 1902
There’s also a hand-colored version.
https://filmschoolrejects.com/silent-film-era-30-films-to-watch/
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