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bitchi-gami · 1 year
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The feminine urge to re-watch Cowboy Bebop
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Corporate needs you to find the difference between this picture and this picture.
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girls don't want sexy vampires girls want unhinged solicitors with a propensity to Stab
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celticwolf55 · 1 month
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It's in HD now. Enjoy!
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nedlittle · 1 year
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i think the next time tumblr makes up a movie in three-four months time it should be an unfinished 1934 screwball that was shut down halfway through production when the hays code came into action and as a result only exists as a half-edited 30 minute negative that mgm was supposed to burn but didn't. i think that would be fun
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inkskinned · 1 year
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you know, the light that fades at the end of Goncharov isn't light.
i am not a very good person to talk to about movies. i haven't seen most of the "official" american canon - jaws, psycho, citizen kane. i have seen sharknado, though. like so much in my childhood, what i knew was a little jar on a long shelf of gallons; my world was a catholic desert in new england weather.
my father had gotten his snout up about something; so we had to watch it. he was mad we hadn't seen it, the way people are going to be mad i haven't seen those three up i named there, as if i me having-not-seen-the-movie was because i was making some kind of political statement or argument. i just haven't seen them yet, i have no opinion about it. i'll eventually get around to it, god be willing.
during that time, i was doing bad in school and worse in taking care of my body. i sat on the floor on this green pillow, one of the ones my dog eventually tears up. my dad typed g-o-n into the DVR with that slow methodical passion, the remote tilted so the "rays" or whatever would somehow find the ever-smaller input.
he was excited. "you need to understand the light." he didn't look at me while he did it, focused.
"are you spelling gonorrhea." my brother, the eldest, was 17 in this memory. he was sitting on the chair in the corner, playing a game i can't remember the name of. (starfleet? star invaders? it was online, i know that. lots of clicking.)
my dad is used to this. we talk over each other all the time. "when they made it, scorsese wanted this specific hue over everything." my father looks over his shoulder at me, but i'm on the floor, stretching. i don't have a smart phone yet. i'm just watching with the anxious-restless feeling we all get when your father is painstakingly typing something into a virtual keyboard at an eighth of the speed you could have managed. "you'd like this, raquel. what color do you think he wanted?"
my mom comes in from the kitchen. "do we want salt or butter on the popcorn?" she has a handful she pops into her mouth. "wait for your sister to come upstairs. she'll be mad if she misses a part."
"salt," i say, while my brother says "butter."
"spruce." my dad is undeterred. he finally clicks the v, and then navigates over the red tiles to enter. "Spruce."
"okay?" i like dark green too. to be honest, i have no idea who Scorsese is or why he is important. (this is, by the way, still true.)
"here's the thing." my father doesn't actually click the "enter." he just looks at me, adjusting his glasses. "it doesn't exist."
okay. he's right. i do like this. i squint up at him, the signal to go on.
"it came to him in a dream. it's not a real color." my brother monotones, flat. he's heard this story before, and he's 17.
"i still say it's green," my mother says. she comes in holding the salt-and-buttered popcorn, fluffy in an orange bowl. "he just never painted a house, is all."
"it's a candle smell," i say.
"a tree." i don't know when my little sister came upstairs. she's braiding her hair, frowning. "i thought we were going to watch psych."
"it's old movie night," my mother answers. there's something there, in the cant of her smile, which i won't understand until i am much older. if you are over 25, you know what i saw. my mother, seeing her family settle like tired birds around a movie screen, for the moment placid, not-fighting. none of the children are happy about the selection - why would we be?
"Scorsese says it's not green." my father finally clicks rent for 2.99. "he was looking for this specific color, the one from his dreams. the color he had been told was called spruce, through someone in the dream." he looks to me again, his poet. "you know how dreams always feel... different. when you look back on them in your memories, they don't color in all the way. and he wanted that dream tinge."
the memories of my dreams are covered in colored static. sometimes i nightmare in black and white. i did not share this information, thinking it was too private. (forgive me. i was 14. everything was too-private for me.)
"a regular hitchcock," my mom mutters. we don't know, yet, not really, about what hitchcock did.
"he revolutionized the lighting industry. raquel, you have to look for the light in this thing. it's only in a few frames per scene. he didn't want it to be overwhelming."
"he fired like 10 people while he was doing it." my brother doesn't look up from his screen, clicking feverishly. "in order to get the color, he had to develop a software to switch lighting past human speed." he sends a glance towards the TV, kind of relenting. "it was cool, actually. he didn't actually light the room with that speed, he used one set of colors on the set and then another set specifically over the film. we're basically seeing two films: one that has the regular lighting, and then just this lighting track playing on top."
"like a sound list - ah, what's that called?" my father's remote hovers over play. i am trying to figure out what color i think spruce is going to be. "soundtrack," he amends. "are we all ready?"
"i still don't think it's real," my mother says. "i think he made it up for PR." my mother is good at colors. my mother would be right about that kind of thing.
"hon, he spent thousands of dollars on this." my father isn't angry, for once, he's smiling. "i'm telling you, it happens."
she shrugs. "i'll believe it when i see it."
we are not ready. we have to each find places to sit. i've been lying about how bad my eyesight is getting, so i keep my seat on the floor, close to the television. my mother, father, and sister take the couch. i make sure i am within reaching distance of the popcorn. my brother even kind-of closes his monstrosity of a laptop. then my mother has to use the bathroom, so we all do, so we won't have to pause later. then my sister remembers her homework, so i get mine too, spreading it uselessly in front of me. i slide open my verizon sidekick keyboard phone to text Dean who the fuck is scorkayze? [sic] and then we are ready.
my mom falls asleep by the end of the first 15 minutes. my father misses most of it, since he's already seen it, going downstairs to play World Civ instead. my sister doesn't get it, so she ends up at the dining room table, doing homework instead. my brother goes back to the video game.
i stare really, really, really hard at the film, trying to figure out where the spruce happens. a few frames per scene.
i don't like the film. like most movies i saw at the time, i found it boring. i had undiagnosed adhd. i spend most of my time stretching and texting and not-doing my homework. again, i'm sorry - i was 14.
when the "gun" finally goes off - if you've seen the movie, you know the scene, and i won't spoil it here for other readers - i looked back over my shoulder towards my family. all of us, quiet in our own little seats. satellites. did i want this memory to be different? that i would turn and see my family, happily crowded chickadees, our wings brushing? or is this just the real-life, the type of love where we are not nesting birds, but foxes. prowling the edges of our comfort with our jaws open. snapping at the shadows, wishing for the closeness we don't allow ourselves to get. tomorrow we will watch psych. this is the last year of my life that all of us will live under the same roof. my brother goes off to college, and my sister and i follow suit. it is the last year my grades don't matter. it is my sister's first year of middle school. it is 2007; and in 2008, in the recession, we will no longer be able to afford to turn on the heat.
behind me, on the television, the light was fading.
sometimes, when i think back to it, shifting through the memory: it appears out of the thin air. a frame of spruce. it's never around the movie. my father's hands on the remote. my brother's low voice. the sound of my sister walking up the stairs. the popcorn smell hanging in the air. for a moment, the sense - everything is easy. and you know? i think i see it, mr. scorsese.
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mylittleredgirl · 1 year
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tbh if goncharov WAS a real movie i probably couldn't be assed to watch it and would be participating in the fandom exactly the same way. i still haven't seen jurassic park (1993) but i'll reblog laura dern in a button down all day. this is business as usual.
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tvconefive · 27 days
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impala-atnight · 1 year
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love how the teen wolf movie managed to give derek both castiel's (killed for being secretly gay for his best friend) and dean's (traumatized man suicided in most narratively unsatisfying way possible) endings while also not even narratively acknowledging any of that. truly the supernatural finale of movies
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vellichorius · 14 days
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unpopular opinion.
they shouldn't have casted michael sheen as william boldwood in far from the madding crowd.
it's just really quite unreasonable - if i were bathsheba there's no way that i would turn that man down i mean PLEASE ????
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not to be rude but bathsheba what the fuck
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raziiyah · 3 months
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a happy family
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meraki-yao · 3 months
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Teaser for Taylor's interview/Q&A with Talter China! (yes, interviews have teasers)
That jacket looks so fucking good on him???? What the fuck????
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snackugaki · 1 year
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boys from the bay: the bullying (will never stop)
The Hit List omake because have I got Jokes™ to spare (’cuz if I’m not bullying the Next Mutation turtles, it’s the Bayverse)
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trek-tracks · 18 hours
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Not that I'll believe this movie is actually happening until I am in a theatre watching it and not a second sooner, but how are we feeling about the new screenwriter for AOS 4 being part of the writing team for the last four seasons of Supernatural?
Is the Enterprise about to go to...Superhell?
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this-is-ali · 9 months
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Y'all, it's 2023. Can we please stop pretending it's cool to hate on Dear Evan Hansen?
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horrorvillaintourney · 4 months
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FINAL: Daniel Robitaille (Candyman) vs. The Thing (The Thing)
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PROPAGANDA FOR DANIEL:
"The romantic of the slashers. Yes, he might kill you, but he would romance you first and paint your portrait as well. He’s the best killer and character imo. The bees/honey association, the hook, the romance of it all, *chefs kiss*"
PROPAGANDA FOR THE THING:
"We don't understand it. It's sentient and intelligent, but unknowable. Does it just want to survive? Does it just want to sleep? Is assimilation a defense mechanism, or does it truly wish malice upon us? Was it Keith David at the end of the film?"
"This movie scares the hell out of me to this day and it's just some of the best body horror anybody has ever done. Nasty and spooky and we love a movie where you never figure out what the killer even is"
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