#Col. Hans Landa

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Careers Take Off At Any Age

This came up in a group chat. One person asked if it were possible for a career to take off later in age. I said yes, yes it could.

In Hollywood, age doesn't matter as much as talent. I got curious and decided to go off googling!

Stan Lee, 39

Even though Stan Lee started working with comic books since he was just 17 years old, it took him over twenty years to achieve success. He began working for a company called Timely Publications as an assistant and slowly rose up the ranks until he published his first comic book in 1961 – Lee was 39 at the time.

Alan Rickman, 42

Alan Rickman, the famous actor who played Professor Snape in the Harry Potter series, used to be a graphic designer and even had his own studio. But at the age of 26, he started attending the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art with hopes of becoming an actor. However, he only achieved his first major role in 1988, when he got the role of Hans Gruber in the movie Die Hard – Rickman was 42 at the time. After the movie, Rickman’s acting career quickly took off and he landed the role of Severus Snape in 2001, at the age of 55.

Kathy Bates, 42

Kathy Bates worked steadily both on stage and on screen early in her life, but it was only when she was cast in the thriller “Misery” at age 42 did she gained prominence as one of the most impressive actors in her generation. Winning the Academy Award for Best Actress, Bates’ career took off, landing her the role of Molly Brown in “Titanic,” Libby Holden in “Primary Colors,” and Miss Hannigan in Disney’s remake of “Annie,” as well as remarkable turns on television series “Six Feet Under,” “Two and a Half Men,” and “Harry’s Law.” Bates was also cast as one of the co-stars of the third season of “American Horror Story.”

Martha Stewart, 41

Before the beginning of her career as an entrepreneur and media personality, Martha Stewart was working as a stockbroker in Wall Street. However, she quit to start a catering business and eventually published her first cookbook in 1982 at the age of 41.

Morgan Freeman, 50

Even though Morgan Freeman loved acting since he was young, instead of becoming an actor, he joined the Air Force after finishing school. However, the actor never gave up on his dream and got his first major role in the movie "Street Smart" at age 50.

Jane Lynch, 49

After many small roles in various different films, Jane Lynch got her first major role in the TV series "Glee" when she was 49.

Samuel L. Jackson, 46

Samuel L. Jackson was interested in drama since his early 20’s but only achieved worldwide success at age 46, for his role of Jules Winnfield in Quentin Tarantino’s 1994 hit "Pulp Fiction".

Christoph Waltz, 53

This Austrian-German actor only achieved international success at the age of 53 for his role of Col. Hans Landa in the 2009 movie "Inglorious Basterds".

Viola Davis, 43

Even though Viola Davis had many small roles in different movies before, her first big break only happened in 2008, when she got a role in the movie "Doubt" at the age of 43.

Julia Childs, 50

Julia Child, known by many for her TV show and cookbooks, wasn’t initially even that good at cooking. She attended the Cordon Bleu cooking school in 1948 and wrote her first book in 1961 at the age of 50.

Kathryn Joosten, 60

Kathryn Joosten joined her community theater when she was 42. Before that, she used to work as a psychiatric nurse. The actress eventually landed the role in “The West Wing” at the age of 60.

Ray Kroc, 52

Raymond Albert Kroc was an American businessman. He purchased the fast food company McDonald's in 1961 from the McDonald brothers and was its CEO from 1967 to 1973. Kroc is credited with the global expansion of McDonald's, turning it into the most successful fast food corporation in the world by revenue.

Billy Bob Thornton, 41

Even though Billy Bob Thornton struggled with his acting career in the 1980s, it all changed when the actor wrote, directed and starred in the movie "Sling Blade" in 1996 – he was 41 at the time.

Steve Carell, 43

Believe it or not, The Office was Steve Carell’s first big break – the actor was 43 years old at the time.

Regis Philbin, 57

Regis Philbin started out as an NBC page and worked on "The Joey Bishop Show," but he was never widely known.

That changed in 1988 when the morning show Philbin was working on became the nationally syndicated "Live with Regis and Kathie Lee." After almost 20 years of working on TV, Philbin's chemistry with Kathie Lee made the show a success and gave him national exposure.

At 57, it was the first time the name Regis was in the nation's lexicon. He's been a part of pop culture ever since, most notably for hosting the game show "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?"

Lucille Ball, 40

Lucille Ball was a pioneer for both female leads and for comedy after creating one of the most beloved sitcoms of all time, "I Love Lucy" in 1951.

However, she didn't become Lucy Ricardo until she was 40.

Before "I Love Lucy," Ball went from role to role in films. However, once television became a prominent medium she (along with her husband and co-star Desi Arnaz) tried to sell her vaudeville act to networks. That act became the prototype for "I Love Lucy."

Bea Arthur, 47

It wasn’t until Bea Arthur was in her forties that she landed on the map. Her portrayal of the acerbic Vera Charles opposite Angela Lansbury in the original Broadway production of “Mame” won her a Tony Award. She became more successful as she aged, gaining acclaim for her portrayal of Maude Findlay on “All in the Family,” and later, “Maude.” In addition, Arthur went on to score many Emmy Award nominations for her work on “The Golden Girls.”

Colonel Sanders, 62

Throughout his career, Colonel Sanders tried many professions: he was a fireman, a steam engine stoker, an insurance salesman and even tried practicing law. He eventually opened his own roadside restaurant in the 1930s and opened the first franchise restaurant in 1952 – he was 62 at the time.

Michael Emerson, 46

Before Michael Emerson became an Emmy Award-winning star, he took retail jobs and worked as a freelance illustrator in New York City. Discouraged, Emerson and his wife moved to Florida, where he appeared in local productions around the state. Emerson landed on the map with his electrifying performance as a serial killer on “The Practice,” which earned him his first Emmy Award. Emerson has taken home more Emmy Awards for his work on the popular thriller “Lost.”

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There are so many more. Anyone's career can take off suddenly, not just in Hollywood, but elsewhere too.

Don't let age be the limitation of your life.

[universitypenguin]

Do you think a mc needs to be likeable? The obvious answer should be no but then there are characters that just makes you go "ugh! They are so unbearable, I don't want to read this anymore!"

@ktficworld Here's my opinion: your character needs to be likable in comparison to the other people around them.

A key example of this is the movie Pulp Fiction. To give you a brief summary, without too many spoilers, this movie centers around two unsympathetic characters, Jules and Vincent. These guys are violent gangsters but right from the jump, Quinten Tarantino humanizes them with casual dialogue. He also sets up a shadow of darkness that helps you see the lighter shades of Jules and Vincent against a backdrop of pitch blackness. The shadow is their boss who is immediately positioned in the storyline as being so much worse than the main characters who we’re experiencing the story through. Knowing there's someone worse than Jules and Vincent wandering around in this universe draws us closer to these horrible criminals without us even noticing the slight of hand that Tarantino used to bring it about.

This, in my opinion, is the secret to making an “unlikable” character likable: play them against someone much worse than they are. Your readers will immediately pick the lesser of two evils and begin to cheer for your anti-hero.

Another factor about unlikable characters is that they’re often very engaging. Many of them are witty and humorous, a trait we automatically love in anyone because laughter makes us feel good on a biochemical level. It’s also important to recognize that an engaging character and a sympathetic character are two different things. Engaging characters fascinate us, but they don’t have to be sympathetic. 

For example, let's consider another Tarantino character: Hans Landa.

I don’t think anyone was rooting for the Nazi Colonel in Inglorious Bastards, yet he was the most memorable character of the whole film. Why? Unpredictability. The audience was spellbound whenever Col. Landa was on screen because you couldn’t guess his next move. He was active, motivated, and always had a clever plan. Even though he was incredibly unsympathetic, the audience wanted to see how Col. Landa was going to maneuver and turn things around to outsmart the protagonists.

Unexpectedness is key to selling an unsympathetic character, at least in my expereince. If your audience doesn’t like the person they’re viewing, then the best alternative to likability is fascination. This is probably the same reason people read books about serial killers. Their behavior is so deviant from the norm that it’s fascinating to study them and figure out what might have been going on in their minds or how they ended up so broken in the first place. 

Creativity is another factor that makes us like the villain. We know Batman is going to race to stop the train from crashing when The Joker places a bomb to detonate under the bridge. He’s the hero and that’s what heroes do. In that respect, Batman has become predictable. But The Joker can never be predictable - not really. Sure, he's going to cause chaos and mayhem, but how?! What will he think of next?! It's a question that easily holds our attention. We need The Joker to be original and find new, interesting ways of tormenting Batman. The audience is engaging with him due to the promise of unexpectedness and creativity. These are two sides of the same coin but I like to draw the distinction between making your unsympathetic character creative and making them unexpected. You can have the latter without the former in some cases, and it will work quite well. Throwing in some real creativity to your villainous character certainly adds spice to the recipe though, if you ask me.

This brings me to a common problem that writers - especially newer writers - can find themselves facing when they start working on longer plots. It’s what Brandon Sanderson refers to as “the Villain problem.”

The issue is that audiences often love the villain character more than the hero and they identify with the villain more than they do with the hero, because the villain is more active than the hero. Oftentimes the villain is the one who drives the whole story forward and the hero is trotting along, always lagging one step behind, which can become painful to watch unless that character is someone we’re rooting for. Hence, why the hero has to be sympathetic.

Let me prove my thesis about the villain being more captivating than the hero. 

Case Study #3: Thor and Loki. Who did you like more in the first movie? Loki. At least in the first two movies, I'd say that everyone was 100% on team Loki because he was so much more fun than Thor. He was motivated, active, and had a vision of what he wanted to accomplish. Thor was the reactive character who had no other goal than to stop Loki or, as in the first movie, to uncover Loki’s plot against him. Then in the 3rd movie the writers took the trope of ‘predictability’ and managed to use it against Loki, which was incredibly clever. Also, it proves my point that predictability makes a character boring.

The additional layers to Loki’s motivation fleshed him out as a character and really made his actions believable and highly sympathetic. However, despite all the sympathy he built up I would still say that his active role in driving the plot forward was a huge reason audiences loved him.

Another thing we love about an unsympathetic character is what I just touched on with Loki - understanding them. We want to know what could drive someone to such great lengths. If their reasons are plausible enough - as Loki’s were - then the audience will fall in love. Then your “unsympathetic” character can be turned into a real hit. 

To return to the metaphor I used in the Pulp Fiction example, Odin is the dark shadow that falls over Loki’s shades of gray. His actions serve to highlight the injustice that Loki suffered and turns his evil deeds - invading earth, trying to kill his adorable himbo brother - into inconsequential trivialities that the audience brushes off as if they were nothing, because we can feel Loki’s pain. We’ve seen the lengths he’s gone to in expressing that pain, how motivated he is to get the justice he feels he’s owed, and then boom! The unsympathetic character who was cast in shades of gray is turned into a bonafide anti-hero.

I’ll list a few examples of “unsympathetic” characters for you to consider below. If you’d like to do a few case studies of your own and see how my analysis stacks up against the portrayal of these anti-heroes, I would love to hear your thoughts on them:

Jules and Vincent - Pulp Fiction (1994)

Loki - Thor (2011)

Walter White - Breaking Bad

The Joker - The Joker (2019) & The Dark Knight (2008)

Hans Landa - Inglorious Bastards (2009)

Anton Chigurh - No Country for Old Men (2007)

Darth Vader - Various Star Wars Films

Thank you for such a wonderful ask - I had a lot of fun putting together my response!

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Stavo ripensando al discorso matrimonio, probabilmente la proposta sarebbe stata un po' goffa e mi sarei subito ritirato ai primi segni della tua ansia.

Però ecco, era una cosa a cui pensavo, alla fine stavo bene.

Fun fact: stavo guardando The Office in quel periodo e il giorno dopo esserci lasciati è capitata la puntata in cui Jim, dopo tutte le peripezie, insegue Pam e fa la proposta in un autogrill sotto la pioggia.

Con Sing dei Travis di sottofondo.

Credo sia stato uno dei momenti peggiori e infatti ogni volta che parte quella canzone devo trattenere le lacrime.

Anyway, te l'ho messa sulla "nostra" playlist un po' di tempo fa.

Non credo tu l'abbia notata.

Credo che continuerò a piagnucolare ancora per un bel po' su questo blog, l'illusione dell'anonimato mi permette di lasciar andare tutti questi pensieri nell'esatto momento in cui emergono dal mio cranio.

Non sarà divertente quando qualcuno lo scoprirà, ma potrebbe essere un'inutile preoccupazione.

Non ti scrivo da un paio di giorni, credo sia un bene per te non subire tutto il peso della mia tristezza. Soprattutto mentre sei in vacanza.

Poi devo dire che mostrarsi deboli raramente è una buona cosa. Chissà quando partirà la prossima wave di stoicismo, in tutta onestà mi ha aiutato durante i periodi più neri all'università e durante la nostra relazione.

Ogni tanto mi riguardo indietro e di periodi schifosi ce ne sono stati, da i vari pretendenti che non ho mai capito quanto e come respingessi a quando mi hai candidamente informato di esserti innamorata di un'altra persona, no, di cicciocoso non parleremo qui. Però sono cose del passato. L'ultimo periodo era stato fenomenale 2018/2020 circa. C'è stato un momento ben preciso in cui ho pensato "Beh, pazienza per tutto quello che è successo in passato, questa è la ragazza giusta".

Eravamo andati a pattinare sul ghiaccio a Sesto, una serata tranquilla, forse non stavamo neanche "insieme" in quel preciso punto temporale (ce ne sono stati di momenti così, non è vero? Pensavo valesse la stessa cosa anche per la rottura definitiva ma that's it, il mio orgoglio si è messo di mezzo). Ci siamo divertiti parecchio e prima di ripartire in macchina per tornare a casa mi hai baciato e detto "ti amo". Senza piangere, forse solo gli occhi un po' velati dall'emozione. Ecco lì è dove ci sono rimasto secco per davvero. Perché potevo vedere chiaramente cosa ti frullasse nel cuore.

E' stato un bel momento.

Eravamo sull'Aygo, macchina di mille avventure e litigi.

E anche scopate, quello è inutile che ci giri attorno.

Non mi fa impazzire la tabulazione di questo post, da l'enfasi a cose sbagliate e ho paura di perdere il flow se dovessi cercare un modo per adattarla ai miei gusti.

Cavolo, ci conosciamo da 10 anni e siamo stati insieme per 8 di questi (includendo pause varie, sia mai che mi accusi di idealismo).

Ecco sto perdendo un po' il flusso di pensieri.

Ah no, ecco, nella mia "nostra" scatola, ho ancora il biglietto di ingresso al Palasesto. Ora come ora non ho voglia di aprirla, perché poi sentirei l'impulso di piangere in questa discarica di parole.

Credo che mi porterò la scatola a Brema, ne sono molto geloso.

Chissà che fine hanno fatto le cose che ti avevo lasciato, mi ricordo con certezza che c'è una mia maglietta, poi forse anche la chitarra che aveva recuperato mio nonno. Non ho mai avuto la pazienza di imparare a suonare uno strumento, ma nonostante questo ho comprato un basso col primo stipendio per cercare di connettermi di più con te.

Ho esaurito questa vena di pensieri.

Ah no, un altro momento in cui mi si è ghiacciato il sangue. Non c'entra molto con quello di cui ho parlato fino a questo punto. Ero alla grigliata organizzata dal portinaio della nostra azienda e un mio amico/collega, avendo saputo della mia imminente partenza mi ha detto:" prima di uscire per l'ultima volta dall'ufficio urla "Au revoir Shoshanna!", visto che vai in Germania e un po' ce l'hai la postura da colonnello Hans Landa". Ovviamente nessuno se ne accorse, ma con una leggera schicchera sarei potuto scoppiare. E niente, era una cosa che volevo condividere con me stesso e probabilmente la te del futuro che scoprirà questo blog. O magari te la dirò io di persona.

Ti piace così tanto condividere con me.

Non capisco perché onestamente se dici di non essere interessata. Cioè, capirei interazioni saltuarie così tanto per non perdersi completamente di vista. Perché oltre ad amarti ti voglio bene (ti ricordi, non sapendo bene come dichiarami la prima volta ti dissi che volevo proteggerti come fidanzato a come fratello, strategia folle ma in un certo senso funzionò). Ma non capisco questa necessità di condividere tutte le cose più profonde.

Forse mi stai trattando come i pretendenti citati prima, non lo so. In effetti ho molti interrogativi in testa.

Farò un'assunzione folle, magari dettata dal minimo sollievo che da al mio cuore. Quando ci siamo ritrovati e ti ho espresso quello che non ho mai smesso di provare, ci hai pensato seriamente. Poi un po' la paura, un po' la distanza, un po' il "fare la cosa giusta" ti hanno fatta fare un passo indietro.

Probabilmente avrei dovuto buttare per aria tutto e dimostrarti praticamente che non sto idealizzando.

Avevo un piano, un cazzo di piano come sempre e come sempre non lo porto mai a termine.

Magari più avanti spiegherò questo piano, ora non ho voglia di mettere nero su bianco quanto io sia una persona di merda.

Sono stanco e ho finito le sigarette.

[stressedreamer]

Got a message from @poppypink with the following: Share ten different favourite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order 🎥🎬📺 1. Count Dracula - Dracula (1931) 2. Walter Bishop - Fringe 3. Elisabeth Shaw - Prometheus 4. Rachel Weisz - The Mummy 5. Wladyslaw Szpilman - The Pianist 6. Imperator Furiosa - Mad Max 7. Raoul Duke - Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas 8. Col. Hans Landa - Inglorious Basterds 9. Mr. Anderson/Neo - Matrix 10. Geralt - The Witcher

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[greenxkid]

Christoph Waltz as Col. Hans Landa, Inglorious Basterds (2009) (yes i know there’s a typo, I Bilingually Fucked Up™)

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🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

[waxn28]

Dr. King Schultz x Col. Hans Landa 🎞

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Slightly accurate ngl

[carolina-thiell]

Credit to owner.

[brittanythescrivener]

Love Like White Lightning - Inglourious Basterds - Chapter Three

1947

At a little after 5:00 p.m., Hans stood at the rear of the main sanctuary of the Old South Church, his hands folded tightly in front of him.  He wore a finely-tailored navy suit with a pale blue oxford and a silken navy tie with an expertly-tied windsor knot.  

If Hans had been told five years ago that he was even considering the idea of marrying, he wouldn't have believed it.  He had never been content with the idea of choosing only one woman.  He considered the art of seduction one of his many talents, and in his former life, he’d been known to be a bit of a womanizer, his conquests including actresses, models, and the wives of powerful politicians and the like.  

From the day he met her, he knew Charlotte was different from the rest. Before she coaxed him out of his home, the people on the island made nasty assumptions about him.  (Assumptions that were mostly true, but hurtful nonetheless.)  She had been kind to him despite how he’d been marked and despite what everyone else was saying about him.  She had pulled him out of a depression and into the world again.  She gave him the chance to start anew, and for that he would be ever thankful.  

Hans slid his hands into his pockets, and his fingertips brushed against the thin gold band he was going to be sliding onto Charlotte’s finger at any moment.  The ring was simple with a single square diamond set atop a narrow gold band.  It weighed nothing physically, but it weighed quite heavily on his mind at that very moment.

He proposed to her on a night much like this one.  A steamy summer day on the island had given way to dark and threatening skies.  It was unusually hot, and a day like that almost always ended in a storm.  The winds blew in from the sea, sending waves crashing to the rocky shores and foam slipping across the sandy beaches.  The skies turned dark and ominous, ready to open up and drench the island in cool summer rain.

It was the night that he was being honored at the local university.  He had been offered a professorship there, an honor that he’d graciously accepted.  He’ll never forget how she looked when she appeared at the top of the stairs in a gown with an intricate, silver lace bodice that hugged her body down to her hips.  A silky skirt poured along the floor in a crimson pool as she sauntered down the steps toward him.  Her auburn hair was done up in pin curls, and her lips were painted a bright shade of red.

When the gala had drawn to a close, it was thundering, and lightning lit up the sky off in the distance.  Hans raised his glass of champagne and said, “I would like to propose a toast to all of my gracious colleagues.”  He smiled widely and said, “And on a more personal level, to Charlotte Redman.  I have had the pleasure of knowing this wonderful, intelligent woman since I arrived here almost two years ago.  In forty-seven years of life, I’ve never found someone I simply couldn’t see myself living without.  I love you.”

He drank from his glass and said, “I think it was Dickens who wrote, ‘What other men may mean when they use that expression, I cannot tell; what I mean is, that I am under the influence of some tremendous attraction which I have resisted in vain, and which overmasters me. You could draw me to fire, you could draw me to water, you could draw me to the gallows, you could draw me to any death, you could draw me to anything I have most avoided, you could draw me to any exposure and disgrace.  This and the confusion of my thoughts, so that I am fit for nothing, is what I mean by your being the ruin of me.’”

Hans dropped onto one knee.  “Charlotte Mae Redman,” he said.  “Will you be my wife?”

He hurried Charlotte to his car, and they sped back to the east end of Fair Street just as the storm was making landfall.

Hans carried her up the sidewalk and into his home, kicking the door shut with his foot.  What happened from there was a whirlwind of hungry kisses and bodies crashing against each other like the waves pounding the shore just blocks from the house.

As the wind pounded against the clapboard house, they fell into bed, Charlotte’s slender legs winding around his back as he knelt between her thighs.  She slid her hand around the nape of his neck, drawing him closer, and his lips fell against hers.

And suddenly came the gentle voice of the old bishop.  “Mr. Landa?”

Hans looked out across the sanctuary and realized that all of the pews were empty.  He and the bishop were the only two left standing at the altar.

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks.  “She’s not coming.  Is she?”

“It has been almost an hour, my son,” the bishop said.

Hans’ hands dropped to his sides.  He was coming to realize the repercussions of his actions just days before.  One lapse in judgement.

The girl had made him feel young and adventurous again.  He found himself craving the thrill of the hunt.  She’d had her sights set on him since the first day she sat down in his classroom at the university.  She always lounged in her chair, her slim legs crossed in front of her, and nibbled on the end of her pencil as she listened to his lectures each and every day.

At first, it was easy to rebuff the girl’s advances, but by the end of the semester, he realized he needed to escape as quickly as he could to avoid her almost daily flirtation.  By that point, he was an angsty mess.

The straw that broke the camel’s back was the day she followed him into the restroom and locked the door behind her.  He was rinsing his face with cold water when he looked up to see her reflection in the mirror.  He turned to scold her for such nonsense behavior, but she pushed him back against the sink and thrust her mouth to his, muffling him in an instant.  

She was not bashful, but commanding, as she teased his tongue with her own.  She tasted like something sweet, something he couldn’t quite identify.

“I am getting married in three days,” Hans said.  “I can’t be doing this.”  His brain knew what he was doing was wrong, but his body didn’t care.  

She pressed her palm against the front of his pants and said, “Then let me make your last three days as a bachelor the most memorable three days of your life.”

Hans’s brain was not functioning at full capacity when he led her to his home, nor was it when he allowed her to undress him in the middle of his kitchen.  

As he stared at the exquisite body of the girl, he knew he’d made a grave mistake, but he feared it was already too late to turn back—he’d already gone too far.  He already possessed the mens rea, the guilty mind; he was already well on his way to be being a cheater.

When she fell to her knees and took him into her mouth, all reason left him.  He leaned back against the counter and closed his eyes, letting his head fall back.  A groan escaped his lips as her movements quickened.

His breath became ragged, and he thrust his hips forward and gripped the edge of the table.  

“Mein gott,” he muttered as his muscles seized and he threatened to spill into her.

He hadn’t heard the front door open.  He hadn’t heard Charlotte calling his name as she walked through the darkened house.  As he lifted his head, he saw Charlotte standing in the doorway, her face frozen with horror.  It was a look he will never forget.

[shenevertricks1831]

palm tree

palm tree ⇢ do you have a fictional villain you shouldn’t like but love regardless?

Oh shit..I have SO many answers to this..but I'm high and my brain keeps going to him, so I'll say Col. Hans Landa ❤

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