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Mr. Jkub - Don't Panic Babe
#rubi#barbara mori#tamara soundtrack#00s shows#mexican artist#telenovela#my edit#video editing#Youtube
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horror films are trying too hard these days, we need more low budget cheesy teen slashers
#you know the type#shamelessly gory with a pop punk / nu metal soundtrack#give it#final destination#horror#slashers#friday 13th#i know what you did last summer#scream#tamara 2005#jennifer's body#sorority row#00s films#00s horror#2000s films#y2k#y2k horror#y2k goth#nu metal#queen of the damned#my soul to take#soul survivors
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Here are some Argentinian Folklore songs that remind me of Lucy Gray and The Covey. I've been listening to the tbosas official soundtrack on repeat for weeks, and I feel like these songs fit that kind of vibe, both sound and lyrics wise.
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La Paloma played by Soledad Pastorutti
"And why does she cry so much? Why so sad, the dove?
And why not sing instead, so the sorrows evaporate?
A melody is enough to cross the waves
I can soar alone in flight."
Zamba de amor en vuelo played by Tamara Castro
"Trembling with sky...
I saw your eyes cry
The night calls for guitar
The zamba seeks oblivion
And I want to sing to you..."
La ley y la trampa played by Chaqueño Palavecino
"In your mouth, I bit the apple
Crimson with desire and temptation
But I never imagined that by avoiding the law
Into the trap, I would fall."
Adiós que te vaya bien played by Los Manseros Santiagueños and Chaqueño Palavecino
"I am not that one anymore, don't lie anymore
(That yesterday's love doesn't exist anymore)
The flower from the garden has already withered
(A cruel autumn took it away)"
Añoranzas played by Los Manseros Santiagueños
"Tomorrow, when I die, if anyone remembers me
Countrymen, I'm going to ask you, if you want to give me the glory
May they play to my memory the double that I sing here
And let the second come"
Vuelve a sonar played by Flor Paz
"I can pretend to love
I can speak my truth
The one that floods my veins
With the magic of freedom"
Entre a mi pago sin golpear played by Soledad Pastorutti
"Friendship is gold
That cannot be bought or sold
It's only given
When it's felt in the heart
It's not something to be used
Only when convenient, nothing more"
#tbosas#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#lucy gray baird#the covey#the hunger games#thg#maude ivory#barb azure baird#tam amber#clerk carmine#folk music#folklore#argentina#this post has been on my mind for ages#si alguien de Argentina llega a ver esto holaa cómo andan?#me parece muy copado como se pueden encontrar estas conexiones entre culturas que no tienen relación aparente#también yo soy de flashear mucho pero igual jajaj
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Happy Birthday Derek William Dick born April 25th 1958 in Dalkeith.
Better known as Fish, lead singer with the group Marillion from 1981 to 1988, in his solo career he has explored contemporary pop and traditional folk and rock.
Marillion was initially formed as an instrumental band in 1979 by guitarist Steve Rothery, Fish was invited Fish to join as vocalist, and he assumed the frontman position beginning with their 1983 debut album, Script for a Jester's Tear. His strong Peter Gabriel-inspired vocals enforced critics' accusations that Marillion owed more than just a heavy debt to Genesis, but six more albums followed. Musical difficulties between Fish and the band caused him to leave after 1988's Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra).
Fish has continued to release albums and singles over the past 30 years, most were given a good reception by critics but were not successful in commercial terms, In 2005, Fish won a Celebrity Music edition of The Weakest Link, beating Eggsy of Goldie Lookin Chain in the final round, sharing £18,750 for charity.
In May 2008, Fish's Planet Rock show Fish on Friday won the Silver award in the Music Broadcaster of the Year category at the UK Sony Radio Academy Awards 2008. In June 2008, at the New York Festivals Radio Broadcasting Awards, he and Gary Moore jointly received the Gold World Medal in the Regularly Scheduled Music Programme category for their respective shows on Planet Rock.
Fish was offered and accepted a part in the 1986 film Highlander (for which Marillion were also offered the soundtrack) but he eventually had to turn it down, owing to his tour commitments with the band.Queen went on to do the soundtrack.
In 1994, he appeared in Chasing the Deer, a film set during the 1745 Jacobite rebellion, as "Angus Cameron". He also missed out on a role in Braveheart. He spent two days with Mel Gibson in London who kept asking him to be involved but he was committed to touring his Suits album instead. He has appeared in several TV shows, The Bill and Rebus, alongside John Hannah to name but two.
The song most remembered by Marilion is the excellent Kayleigh, the girl in the video is German model, Tamara Nowy, who he went on to marry,the couple divorced in 2001, he went on to wed Katie Webb, his third wife, but they split after just 11 months, Fish cited that she couldn't cope with the isolation of a farming life near Haddington, saying they were only two mile away from the town but during a snow hit winter it was a big two miles. He went on to say "I've had it with women." He has since went through a cancer scare due to an "irregular cell growth" in his throat.This was later determined not to be cancerous.
Derek has an extensive European tour starting in October in Luxembourg followed by over 30 dates on the continent, before retuning home and playing with two gigs in Haddington, then heads down southbefor some two nights in Glasgow at the 02 Academy, thefirst of which, on March 9th, is already sold out.
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Evergreen
Chenford Week 2023
Day 2: TV Tropes Day
I spun the wheel, and this bitch is what I got, okay?
CW: Major Character Death
Full fic below the cut and also here, on AO3.
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A caveat: I do not want or wish this to happen. I do not think this is reflective of our canon Tim (or at least, I hope not). However, I do want you to cry.
For backing music, I recommend ‘Kevin & Casey’ by West Dylan Thordsen from the ‘Glass’ soundtrack. Put it on…now.
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Green was the colour of peace.
Peace. Wealth. Health.
Life.
He loved her in green.
(He loved her in any colour, but especially in green.)
She’d worn a green belt around her wedding dress, and he hadn’t even noticed until Angela sidled up to him, champagne softened, and pointed it out. They’d shopped together for it, searched high and low to find exactly what she was looking for, checked every store from Rodeo Drive to the Santee Alley. It was Lyla who’d found the perfect piece of material, recycling thrifted garments into trendy fashion and disassembling an eighties bridesmaid dress into threads and ribbons.
She’d worn it in her hair the next day, weaving it through a braid that crowned her head - more exquisite than diamonds; queen of his heart.
He’d brought her fresh flowers, as often as he remembered, and she’d moved the vases from surface to surface, pointedly remarking how bright the colours were in the clean but sterile surrounds of his house.
Of course he’d let her paint.
Anywhere she wanted, any colours she wished. Bright yellow and deep blue and forest green. Masking tape evolving into golden streaks of sunshine, splitting the colours into a rioting kaleidoscope on carefully chosen feature walls.
It quickly became ‘their house’.
Their home.
An extension for Tamara. A crate for their yoga mats. Little Buddhas and succulents and candles - candles everywhere. Tealights and pillars and votives; organic or scented or tapered or wood-wicked. He was forever chasing flickering flames, dutifully blowing out the sparks in hurried puffs before following her laughter into their bedroom.
Then, one day, there were no more flames.
A week - less - awash with unwanted candles and bouquets of flowers, and then…
Gone.
Forever.
He’d placed himself beside one tall candle (a year’s worth of wax in the normal run of things - more like a couple of months if she’d had access to it) and behind a small avalanche of wreaths, and he hadn’t moved for hours.
The mourners poured through the room like an endless river of despair.
It was Nolan, of all people, that had kept him upright. Fending off the few sympathisers who tried to breach his floral barricade with an unassuming nod and a handshake, and guiding them past the casket and down the line of friends and family. Rounding the barrier and steadying his shoulder with a quiet hand when his breath started to shake or his body started to tilt. Passing him cups of water throughout the day without ever making eye-contact.
He didn’t remember the service.
Grey spoke for him. Genny too.
He never said a word.
What was there left to say?
The end of the world had come - the end of his world - and despite everything in his life up until that point, he still hadn’t been prepared.
The burial was burned into his mind, flashbulb moments in a misty cemetery.
A black-clad crowd, huddled together like a murder of crows.
The minister sheltered beneath a dark umbrella.
One giant, gaping hole in the clay at his feet. Far too big. Far too long.
Her casket - bamboo woven and speckled with mushroom spores. Her choice. She would sink into the soil and it would embrace her, tenderly entwining her molecules with seeds and roots until she dissolved beyond her mortal limits and became one with the earth.
Beyond his reach.
Evergreen.
The others had taken turns staying over with him. With Tamara. She’d wept and wept in his arms, and he’d had nothing to say to console her. Bailey had taken the lead on finding something to send them to sleep, dosing them methodically and packing them off to bed. Instructions listed and left for whoever was to guard them the next night, and the next.
James played smooth hip-hop low on the living room speaker all night long.
Wesley read, a pile of thick books gathering in the corner beside Kojo’s bed.
Nyla had a games console, the whirrs and ticks of the sound effects punctuating the dark.
Genny brought the boys, all three camping out on the floor in front of the TV screen, her hands looped tenderly into the hair of one and the elbow of the other.
Angela sat in silence, staring into space. Occasionally lifting her phone and scrolling through her photos. Sniffing quietly into a tissue as the reels went on.
Nolan had eventually offered to take Kojo; given him the run of his spacious backyard.
Tamara had gathered her things and folded herself into the embrace of her friends, whittering and fluttering around her like a flock of protective doves as they packed her up and drove her back to college.
And he was alone.
He’d tried to go back to the station, managed three whole days of re-immersive Patrol before it was all too much.
She was everywhere, there.
Her coffee mug clinking in the breakroom. Her fingers clattering over keys in the bullpen. Her pen scratching on paper at the intake desk. Her keys rattling in the locks of the cells.
Her voice, her laughter, her breath, her scent all over his office and the briefing room and in every single god damn shop they offered him.
Pine had agreed to a transfer. ‘Compassionate grounds’. Offered him Hollywood, and when he’d baulked, swapped him out with a willing officer from Central Division.
It was busy there. Probably even more so than Mid-Wilshire. Train lines and homeless camps and tourist traps. Celebrities and low-lifes constantly shoulder to shoulder. He clocked up enough overtime to worry the Captain, and grimly pleaded his case when she’d suggested therapy instead. She’d given in and let him have his way.
Angela visited, routing her cases out of her grid to check in on him from time to time. He could see the calculating look in her eyes, her thoughts flashing back to his years after Isabel.
This was different, though.
He knew it, and she could see it too, and he knew it frightened her more than his past rage.
He was cold now. Removed. Closed-off and stiff and monosyllabic, at best.
Something in him sparked a new fear in his suspects, their defiance withering away at his silent stoicism. Arrests were quick and clean, for the most part, and he never engaged in verbal sparring or articulate arguments anymore.
His team respected him, but kept their distance. Greeted him in the mornings, saluted him at night. Offered perfunctory invitations to social gatherings that he would never attend.
His locker and office were grey. Bare surfaces and the rudiments of his supplies. No notes, no stickers, no photos.
No boots - only his own.
Objects were one thing - easy to cut out and discard and ignore. People were more difficult. Angela and Genny were persistent, sending Nolan and Nyla to Good Cop/Bad Cop him when he refused their approaches. Tamara sent voice notes or video calls at college-kid hours, which, predictably, lined up with his own. Wesley and James tried to badger him into guy’s nights out. Grey cornered him at work and sat him down for a stern talking-to.
But, eventually, his detachment wore them out, and they stopped calling. Stopped messaging. Stopped dropping by.
Bailey stopped sending clips and pictures of Kojo.
Tamara stopped spending weekends at the house.
Genny and, finally, Angela gave up and stopped appearing on his beat or in his office or at his door.
And he was alone.
Completely alone.
Lost, without her.
Their house grew dim, dust gathering in the corners and on the statues. The plants died out, withered bouquets first, then his fern, and at last, her tiny little succulents. The air grew stale, the rooms unlived in and unloved. No candles lit to drive away the small ghosts that clung to the furniture and the dark recesses of the hallway.
It was a tomb, a mausoleum to her memory, haunted each day by his living shadow.
But there was nothing alive here now.
Only on her grave, where he knelt in the soft earth and dug his fingers into the clay below him, was there any life.
Jasmine and lavender.
Warmed in the sunlight and sparkling with moonstone-bright droplets from the sprinklers.
This was the only place he could breath, could feel his heart trip into tangible rhythm.
And he breathed deep.
Jasmine and lavender.
Lush and vital and thriving over her final resting place. Petals smiling up at him with gleaming white teeth.
They know.
Tim is the one who died that day, his soul ripped out and buried there in the ground with her.
But Lucy…
Lucy is evergreen.
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Written for day one of Chenford Week: inspired by canon. I am already behind, because life is chaos. But I plan on catching up as soon as I am on holiday!
Rating: T
He can still sense the laundry room when he finally dumps his bag on the kitchen counter: the scent of detergent and metal on his clothes; the stickiness of chemicals gritting his palms and the taste of Lucy still on his lips. Somewhere in the house, Kojo is asleep- full and work out by the dog sitter he pays to check in twice a day- and so Tim braces his hands on the edge of the countertops and focuses on the rough grain of the marble. The texture grounds him, gives his brain something to focus on beyond the knowledge that Lucy is still in the midst of an op. That he hasn’t been able to bring her home.
His house has the familiar, but not welcome, silence that reminds him of being married to Isabel. He has gotten used to the sound of Lucy’s pencil scratching against notepaper as she studies for a detective exam that she might not be able to take; the slurp of her tea as she drinks her fourth cup of a herbal blend of the evening. She taps her feet against the breakfast bar when she’s deep in concentration, completely subconsciously, and he will never point it out to her in case she stops. But her very presence in his life has become a quiet orchestra- unconducted, understated, but still gently becoming the soundtrack of a contented life. Briefly, he considers packing up Kojo and taking him with him to Lucy’s apartment, feigning concern for Tamara just to have the presence of someone busy around him, but she text him earlier to say that she would be staying with a friend and he could stop worrying about her too.
Instead, he tries to settle on the couch, he’s pretty sure there’s a game recorded, but without a beer the whole thing feels incomplete. And he can’t have a beer, not if there’s the slightest chance that she will need him tonight. Lucy is good, better than Isabel was at this point in her career, but he can’t get the look she gave him out of his mind. That wide-eyed pleading as she pulled him back from the door. Not desperate, Lucy is never desperate, but unsure.
Tomorrow he will think to worry about the ramifications of pushing their clothes aside as much as necessary and clinging to one another on top of the laundry machine. He didn’t have a condom on him- why would he?- and he’s hoping that she thought to take her birth control with her when she packed for the op. It’s definitely the kind of consideration that the two of them should be better at, but the problem had seemed far off when he was rolling his hips against hers, his palm pressed against her mouth and his teeth nipping against the crook of her neck.
A steady click breaks his thoughts- the rhythmic patter of Kojo’s claws on the kitchen floor as he searches for him.
“Here, boy,” Tim whispers quietly when he rounds the corner, full of sleepy excitement. Tim is convinced that Kojo is disappointed every time he comes home without Lucy- he is quick to agree with the sentiment- but he rallies quickly and bounds over to join him in the couch. Something he has not been allowed to do while Lucy is present until recently- Tim unwilling to let on that he isn’t as stern a dog owner as he likes to make out. Nowadays, they huddle up together when the three of them are at his house and now the two of them act as if Lucy is in her regular spot- the cushion still plumped and waiting for her.
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Tamara in mtv downtown style, who should i do next? Suggestions pls
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OM! Brothers as my Spotify Liked Songs - PT 1
Lucifer
Romantic - Burn for You (Barlow & Bear; Unofficial Bridgerton Musical)
Platonic - Proud (Tamara Todevska)
Mammon
Romantic - Cupid’s Chokehold/Breakfast in America (Gym Class Heroes)
Platonic - Mamma Mia (Meryl Streep; Mamma Mia!)
Leviathan
Romantic - Cloud 9 (Beach Bunny)
Platonic - Pokemon Theme Song (Annapantsu)
Satan
Romantic - Hold On to You (Griffin Peterson)
Platonic - Lotta True Crime (Penelope Scott)
Asmodeus
Romantic - We’ll Never Have Sex (Leith Ross)
Platonic - Hips Don’t Lie (Shakira)
#obey me#obey me headcanons#obey me shall we date#obey me x reader#om leviathan#platonic x reader#pls be nice#obey me lucifer#om lucifer#obey me mammon#om mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#om satan#song hcs#obey me asmo#obey me one master to rule them all#obey me asmodeus#om asmodeus#i can and will justify these if asked#ask me i dare you#i’ll write you an essay#Spotify
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Ten Films I LOVE
tagged by my comedy partner in crime, the tsukkomi to my boke; @zurdoabsurdo
Shark Skin Man and Peach Hip Girl (1999 dir. Katsuhiro Ishii)
This is my movie. Movie of all time. Rotten Tomatoes can eat my ass with their 25% rating. A yakuza on the run for stealing from the boss from a wacko cast of assassins with a clever girl in tow. It's what Tarantino wishes he could make.
Heat (1995 dir. Michael Mann)
I mean, come on. AlPacino, Robert DeNiro, Val Kilmer, Tom Sizemore, Ashely Judd, Mykelti Williamson? This movie could not fail even if that was the goal.
The Accountant (2001 dir. Ray McKinnon)
It's a short film, and Ray is actually from the town I've lived in the last twenty years, so I have a soft spot for him. Ray is so captivating as an actor, and this film was something else. It's somber but still moving.
Straight Talk (1992 dir. Barnet Kellman)
It's a cornball romcom, but it's DOLLY PARTON'S romcom. I love this movie to pieces. I even have one of the original movie posters. Unfortunately I have to also look at James Woods' face lol.
Tombstone (1993 dir. George P. Cosmatos)
Another that's like, be serious. I love westerns and the outlaw/lawman yeehaw bullshit. You know how it is with yeehaw bullshit.
Deadland Inferno/Zアイランド (2015 Hiroshi Shinagawa)
An action zombie comedy. This one is for the yakuza gworls (gn). Basic we have a plan to get to safety from zombies and hijinks ensuse. Sho Aikawa, SHINGO TSURUMI MY BABY BOY BABY, Hideo Nakano, Hitoshi Ozawa, Sawa Suzuki. So like...dead souls but you're playing as Takasugi, Sagawa, Shibusawa, and Kuze LOL
The Bridges of Madison County (1995 dir. Clint Eastwood)
Romance between an older couple, bittersweet partings, it's everything. I'm a closet die hard romantic.
My Dead Dad (2021 dir. Fabio Frey)
I watched this for Raymond Cruz and wasn't expecting much but it really hit me. For reasons of my own dead dad that I was estranged from, but there were so many pieces that were like snapshots of my own teens years. The skate parks and ugly fucking skate shoes, weed, sour beer. It's also beautifully shot. It was my movie of 2022.
Grosse Pointe Blank (1997 dir. George Armitage)
The soundtrack fucking rips. Probably one of my favorites ever. Joe Strummer put his whole pussy in it. A black comedy, John Cusack & Minnie Driver? Hot stuff
The Devil's Advocate (1997 dir. Taylor Hackford)
MY GAY AWAKENING, A MOVIE I HAD NO BUSINESS WATCHING UNDER THE AGE OF TEN. I was obsessed with this movie. Tamara Tunie only had a small part man....she changed my life forever. If you love the tropes of good and evil, the devil, lawyers, Keanu Reeves with a terrible southern drawl, watch this :)
Tagging @necrotizer @coffeemakesmeahappybean @xyndario and anyone else that wants to share their favorite films <3
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(is it rly a warning? idk. um anyway) cw : talking about resident evil show, NO SPOILERS HERE, i'm just ranting n raving n whatnot, i barely type w proper punctuation, ready your asshole for selective lowercase typing
ok so i've never seen a resident evil game playthrough in my life but?? that netflix show? was so?? good???
and ofc i gave myself time to think about the show and the possibilities of a next season and what would happen. then i realized that since it's based off a video game (?) a LOT of ppl would be giving it shitty reviews online just bc. and they were. honestly, it is quite unfortunate that ppl can't just take joy in things, like very good tv shows. even to someone with no context of the game, anyone could tell this series shows great effort in story/worldbuilding and casting.
and as far as casting goes?? they did not just bring in anybody, no no no. no matter what Siena Agudong is in, she's gonna give what needs to be given! and i knew Tamara Smart was gonna be up and coming after seeing Babysitter's Guide to Monster Hunting. the ppl on this show have show and movie credits ranging from Charlie's Angels to Riverdale to The Wire. all big names, and big for a reason. and i just CAN'T seem to get over Lance Reddick's performance in this show - the man is amazing.
anyway, with all that being said: Resident Evil is a great show, period. might rewatch it later. definitely finding the soundtrack too BC WHEW CHILE-
#resident evil#resident evil netflix#netflix#jade wesker#billie wesker#albert wesker#evelyn marcus#side note: connor gosatti is very attractive. simply a statement tyvm#siena agudong#tamara smart#lance reddick#ella balinska#paola nuñez#adeline rudolph
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TAMARA- 2005 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
So. Much. Fun.
Always looking for good 90s and 2000s horror movies i havent seen but there's only so many. Been wanting to watch this for a long time and was not disappointed.
Tamara (Jenna Dewan) is a very quiet lonely high school student who is bullied by her classmates. She is tricked into thinking shes meeting her crush/teacher at a motel, but it turns out to be a horrible prank by the mean kids who ambush her. They get into a tussle and Tamara is accidentally killed.
The killers take the i know what you did last summer approach and decide to get rid of the body. Much to there surprise, Tamara dabbled in black magic and turns up at school on monday as if nothings happened. And is now totally sexy also. Always love in a movie when a character you like gets a glow up and everyone is horny for them now. Tamara definetly resembles Jenna Ortega from certain angles.
Really liked the way Tamara came back and exacted her revenge on the gang. Was different than what i expected. Tamara has the use of love spells and can make anyone fall for her and do her bidding. The first guy she takes revenge on... she makes him cut out his eyes, ears and tongue, brutal. But then later she just makes two of the guys shag each other at a party lmao. Absolutely hilarious. To be fair they do die but not really as part of her plan.
Tamaras new attitude was hilarious, she was so devious. When she called the teachers wife a "barren bitch" i laughed quite a bit.
Movie seemed very inspired by Carrie. Right down to the awful parent youre preying gets there comeuppance. Overall though this film has major Carrie 2: The Rage vibes.
Good soundtrack. Fun 2000s aesthetics. A bit of wonky acting perhaps from the girl who ate her fingers. Whats not to love.
Loved this movie. Looking good Tamara!
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WENDELL & WILD | FILM REVIEW
Wendell & Wild (2022) ★★★★
Animation/Horror/Comedy, 1h 45m
Dir. Henry Selick
Cast: Lyric Ross, Keegan-Michael Key, Jordan Peele, Angela Bassett, James Hong, Sam Zelaya, Seema Virdi, Tamara Smart, Ramona Young, Ving Rhames & others
Summary:
Two demon brothers enlist the aid of Kat Elliot — a tough teen with a load of guilt — to summon them to the Land of the Living. But what Kat demands in return leads to a brilliantly bizarre and comedic adventure like no other. (Letterboxd)
My review (minor spoilers):
An incredible stop-motion collaboration between Henry Selick and Jordan Peele, Wendell & Wild arrives just in time to spice up our cold days. As soon as I picked up those two names, I knew I was in for a good film and it’s always nice to be right about that.
Kat Elliot (Ross) is a dream of a protagonist, having personality and style as well as a whole lot of layers. She’s struggling with the loss of her parents, something she blames herself for, and that grief is a big theme in the film. When she meets demons Wendell (Key) and Wild (Peele), she naturally doesn’t miss out on the opportunity to bring her parents back. Unlike a lot of protagonists in creepy settings, Kat’s actions and motivations actually make sense, despite some of the outcomes of her decisions being a bit predictable sometimes.
The rest of the characters are also great and most don’t feel one-dimensional to me. It’s a “there’s villains and there’s the real villains” situation which I quite enjoyed and made the film even more likeable, especially its ending. One thing that did feel lacking by the end were the interactions between some of the characters. Kat dealing with trauma means she doesn’t easily let other people in, afraid something bad will happen to them because of her. This characteristic of hers makes a lot of sense but I wish that her friendship with Raúl (Zelaya) had some more depth, especially towards the end. I feel like the film might be slightly more family-focused instead, because the few interactions we see between her and her parents are beautiful.
The film has stunning animation and character design, as well as a fitting soundtrack that made everything tie together. Despite there being a lot going on, I felt like most of the story made sense and was easier to follow than I’d imagined. The transitions between scenes, however, didn’t always flow, simply fading to black when the previous scene needed just a couple more seconds to process. This is only a minor critique because otherwise, it was an incredible animation film that deserves a lot of love.
Even if animation isn’t your cup of tea, Wendell & Wild is worth checking out based on its diversity alone, something that is still seriously lacking in a large part of cinema today. Most of the characters and their cast are Black, Latinx and Asian, and Raúl is a trans character, and it’s nice to see a movie, especially one made by Selick who has directed some serious animation classics, actually portray a larger portion of society. Overall, it’s sure to not leave you disappointed, especially if you’re looking to prolong the spooky feeling of Halloween.
#film review#film#films#movie review#movies#movie#film blog#movie blog#filmblr#movieblr#henry selick#jordan peele#wendell & wild#wendell and wild#w&w#wendell & wild (2022)#2022 film#2022 films#new releases#animation
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for the weirder asks, can you answer
7, 9, 20, 34, and 42
Hey! Thanks for the questions! From this list
7). Hair-ties or scrunchies?
Hair-ties. I wear hair ties more often (as I have way more of them) and because I have thick hair, if I am wearing my hair up in a ponytail, I will usually have two hair-ties in my hair or a hair-tie and a scrunchie. And pretty much anytime a wear a scrunchie, there will also be a hair-tie.
9). Which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?
COLD COFFEE. 1000000000000000%. I despise hot coffee, no matter how you make it it always tastes gross to me. Also who likes burning their mouths on hot coffee. If I am getting coffee, it's always iced (even if it's freezing and snowy with harsh winds outside).
20). Do you say soda or pop?
I say both. I grew up with parents (mostly my dad) who say pop, which is interesting since I feel like most of the people that live in the same state as me (NY) say soda. But I say both.
34). Is there a song you know every word by heart?
There's a lot. Many songs from the Moulin Rouge! The Musical soundtrack, the SIX: The Musical soundtrack, some Taylor Swift Songs, some Jason Mraz songs, and probably more.
42). An app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site.
Tiktok and Instagram. Instagram is mostly what I use for news/new material for my mc's/oc's (and by news I mean like news about musicals and stuff like that. An example of this is seeing posts about Tamara Morgan's Aragon Debut in Six today). Tiktok is where I listen to insane reddit posts or I rewatch videos I have in my saved/reposts over and over again.
Any other questions?
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#2 – Whitney Houston: I Wanna Dance with Somebody | Sony Pictures Releasing | Director Kasi Lemmons | Screenplay Anthony McCarten - When you grow up in the late 80’s and early 90’s, like I did, Whitney Houston‘s music is a huge part of the soundtrack of your life. The recreation of so many iconic performances and the videos is why “I get so emotional baby” watching this music biopic. I didn’t care who I annoyed in the theater, I sung out loud to every song the entire movie and luckily there were others who joined me. There’s a true sense of joy, care, respect and triumph throughout the film even during the singer’s rough times. Which I’m sure many critics will feel makes the movie too soft, that it goes too easy on Whitney. I haven’t wanted to read any reviews cause I don’t care about that. I wanted to be in the presence of this iconic, megawatt talent again and relive the height of her fame when she just seemed absolutely perfect, and WHITNEY HOUSTON: I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY fulfills that need.
Anthony McCarten has written a clean, believable, engaging screenplay without many flourishes. It’s not creative like Rocketman or Elvis, both of which I very much enjoyed, but I don’t think imaginative storytelling techniques would work for a Whitney biopic. The script moves pretty swiftly through her formative years singing in the church and on stage at a Cabaret backing up her mother, Sissy Houston, played by Tamara Tunie, who will always be Jessica on As the World Turns for me. Quickly Whitney is getting her recording contract with Artista Record, headed by Clive Davis, played by the incomparable Stanley Tucci. I always like him, but he really reminds you of Clive Davis. And the actor playing Bobby Brown (Ashton Sanders) seems like a clone of the singer from the 90’s. But of course, what brings the movie home is the talent of Naomi Ackie, a Cockney girl from East London whose most major roles, at least stateside, have been in Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker as ex-Stormtrooper Jannah, and as Lena Waithe‘s wife Alicia in the third season of Master of None. Ackie doesn’t look like Houston, not nearly as attractive, yet it was easy enough to look past this and see her manifest the spirit of Whitney; sadly something Jennifer Hudson was never actually able to do playing Aretha.
A good portion of the film centers on Whitney’s relationship with Robin Crawford (Nafessa Williams) they meet as teens in a playground where Whitney includes her middle name, Elizabeth, when Robin asks who she is. The two just hit it off immediately and eventually move in together. Whitney’s parents realize it’s more than girlfriends/roommates between them, which is why they don’t have any love for Robin and try to play down their relationship as much as possible, as this is at the start of Whitney’s career. Of course, if Whitney had come to her fame in this present age, she could have been an out lesbian and lived her life with Robin as her spouse, nobody would bat an eyelash anymore, in fact, it would probably be a boost to her career. At any rate, the film depicts her as basically straight, but simply loved Robin, and why not experiment with sexual orientation when you’re young? Sometimes I envy how fluid kids can be today, which for the most part, is accepted. Kasi Lemmons says she took a lot from Crawford’s book “A Song for You: My Life with Whitney Houston” to capture their relationship.
Although Whitney had a more casual, sporty side to her personality, it didn’t seem as though she was pining away for Robin, too afraid of her parents and the tabloids. If Whitney had really wanted that life, I believe she would have made it happen, period. Because this is a loving and fitting tribute to a legend, we don’t see the years with Bobby from their infamous Reality TV show, where Whitney acted super ghetto. Or the Diane Sawyer interview. These could have been fun to see. But I get why it skips over those years going straight to rehab and Oprah comeback.
For me, it’s not always about what’s being lauded. How often do you see a movie that seems so perfectly well-crafted and yet leaves you cold. I care about engagement, and I was transfixed watching the reenactment of Whitney’s 1994 medley at the American Music Awards of “I Loves You Porgy”/”And I Am Telling You I’m Not Going”/”I Have Nothing.” It brought me to tears, which is why this is my second favorite movie of 2022.
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SYNOPSIS: A joyous, emotional, heartbreaking celebration of the life and music of Whitney Houston, one of the greatest female R&B pop vocalists of all time, tracking her journey from obscurity to musical superstardom.
One of the joys of times like this in the industry is seeing what the distributors use to counterprogram major box office successes. So when Sony realised they’d be up against Avatar, they brought out The Voice and a fully authorised biopic about her, penned by the writer of Bohemian Rhapsody. The result is a fine, if a little bit clunky film.
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Kasi Lemmons has the directors chair for this 2 hour 26 minute film, she does a great job keeping this story to this length, but elements of it do drag on slightly at times- saying that, judging by the press for the film, it does look like the Houston estate gave her free reign to tell the story in her way, which is a rarity in these biopics. Anthony McCarten’s script is good, dealing with most of the major moments of Houston’s career, but sadly the 12 certificate limits how much and how deep this exploration of her life can go- this is a high end 12, so not one for the kids to come along to. On a technical level, there isn’t much to fault- Barry Ackroyd’s cinematography is fantastic as ever, and Chanda Dancy’s score supplements a soundtrack featuring every Whitney song you could think of.
Speaking of Whitney, on to the cast we go- and Naomi Ackie nails it. Obviously the vocals on 95% of the songs are the real vocal, but Ackie does a brilliant job embodying Whitney Houston through the years this film covers (1983 to 2012), with talk of awards nominations when Oscar season rolls around very soon. Rounding out the cast is Stanley Tucci as her longtime manager Clive Davis, Ashton Sanders as ex-husband Bobby Brown, alongside Tamara Tunie, Nafessa Williams, Clarke Peters and Dave Heard, and they are all great in this film. 2022 has been a good year for biopics about musicians, and whilst this isn’t the best one of the year, it is still pretty damn good.
THE VERDICT
Powerful, emotional, but suffering with a mixed script and a little bit of pacing issues, I Wanna Dance with Somebody tells Whitney’s story very well for an officially authorised biopic - no stone is left unturned, and the soundtrack alone makes it a proper big screen experience.
RATING: 3.5/5
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