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cinemaslife · 5 days ago

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#177 Daddy's Head (2024)

James (Charles Aitken) es un padre viudo que se vuelve a casa con Laura (Julia Brown), son practicamente recien casados cuando James sufre un fatal accidente de coche y pierde la vida. En el último momento, su hijo Isaac (Rupert Turnbull), puede verlo para despedirse, pero debido al mal estado en el que se encuentra esa despedida no parece de verdad.

En el poco tiempo que James y Laura estuvieron casados, lo cierto es que tanto ella como Isaac no son muy cercanos, y ahora se encuentran solos, pero juntos.

Laura se refugia en el alcohol e Isaac sueña con que su padre en realidad no ha fallecido y le está esperando para que se reúnan.

Una noche, algo en la habitación de Isaac, en medio de la madrugada y en la oscuridad, empieza a llamar al niño. Este se despierta y en medio de la ensoñación le parece ver el rostro de su padre en el cuerpo de una extraña criatura oscura.

Esta figura que Isaac está convencido que es su padre, habla de forma extraña y se mueve de forma sospechosa, pero el chico desea tanto que sea su padre, que cuando le dice que tiene que seguirlo al bosque este acepta sin problemas.

Isaac se lo cuenta a Laura, pero esta no le quiere creer y lo manda a una terapeuta, esta mujer se muestra comprensiva con el chico y le pide que dibuje a la figura que lo está acosando por la noche.

Tanto Isaac como Laura sueñan con James, pero cada uno de una manera diferente, ella atormentada por el rostro destrozado de su amado, y el niño como la figura que lo atrae hacia el bosque para que se reúnan y estén juntos.

La perra de la familia intenta defender varias veces al niño del monstruo, pero el chico, lejos de sentirse protegido, culpa a la perra, Bella, de asustar a su padre.

La situación sobrepasa a Laura, que pide ayuda a Robert, el mejor amigo de su marido, y a los servicios sociales, ya que no cree que pueda hacerse cargo de Isaac. Todo el mundo la anima a compartir su dolor con el niño y crear un nexo de unión.

Isaac se sigue sintiendo atraído por el bosque y una tarde paseando con Laura encuentran en medio del bosque una casa de madera, construida basándose en unos dibujos de James, cosa que sorprende a los dos. Isaac lo ve como una revelación de que la figura de su padre es real y que le está esperando dentro de la casa.

Laura se asusta ante lo que dice Isaac y lo que cree percibir dentro de la casa, Bella se pone nerviosa por la situación, todos se alteran porque Isaac quiere entrar y Laura está asustada. Isaac golpea con un puñetazo en la cara a Laura y esta la arrastra hasta su casa.

Este tipo de comportamiento inquieta a Laura, ya que no parece que se trate de una visión, sino que el chico está totalmente convencido de que su padre le está llamando para que se una con él en el bosque.

Después de la agresión, Robert (Nathaniel Martello-White) pasa más tiempo con ellos en la casa, sobre todo, porque Laura le empieza a tener miedo a Isaac. Una noche, por culpa de Robert, Bella sale corriendo hacia la cabaña y la presencia la mata.

Al dejar el cadáver de la perra en el jardín de la familia y desaparecer uno de los cuchillos de la cocina, Laura lo tiene claro, el niño ha ido perdiendo el juicio, como ella con el alcohol, por la soledad de la muerte de James y es el momento de que reciba terapia internándolo. Laura discute con Robert sobre el futuro de Isaac mientras este habla abiertamente con la figura de su padre.

Esta figura le dice que no se fie ni de Laura ni de Robert, ya que intentan engañarlo para confundirlo, pero él está vivo y quiere que Isaac lo siga hasta el bosque para poder estar juntos para siempre.

El chico está a punto de aceptar, pero Laura lo está vigilando con un controlador de bebés y es capaz de ver a la figura con la cara de su marido James hablando con el niño. Lo que hace que corra histérica a la habitación junto a Robert.

Al día siguiente Isaac pasea con Robert, lo que este último no sabe es que la figura ha manipulado al niño para que le lleve a la cabaña y acabar con él, y así ocurre. Robert acaba en el hospital por una brutal paliza que Isaac no puede justificar.

Laura está cada vez más paranoica, borracha y sin saber que hacer con el niño. Una noche agotada decide asomarse a la habitación del niño para darle las buenas noches. Ya que quizás su propio dolor le impide ser empática con el niño. Y es que en menos de 5 años a perdido a sus padres y no tiene más familia que a ella, que tampoco es que soñara con ser madre.

Cuando Laura entra en la habitación del niño descubre a la figura sobre ��l dispuesto a llevárselo, ella grita y la figura intenta atacarla, pero le da tiempo a cerrar la puerta haciendo que ambos se golpeen, la figura hace que el rostro de James se desfigure por el golpe, y que Laura tenga una conmoción por una herida sangrante en la cabeza.

Isaac la llama y ella entra para protegerlo, por lo que lo abraza, el chico saca el cuchillo escondido y amenaza al monstruo, pero ella dentro de su conmoción toma el control y apuñala al monstruo en repetidas ocasiones hasta que este escapa al bosque.

Hacemos un salto temporal y nos encontramos con un Isaac ya adolescente, es su antigua casa buscando respuestas. Sabe que lo que vivió es real y que una extraña figura con la cara de su padre lo acosó durante su duelo.

No se trata de algo que creara su mente, este monstruo atacó a Robert y Laura y quería llevarlo al bosque para matarlo a él, de eso está convencido.

El adolescente Isaac va al bosque y encuentra la casa destruida, entra dentro y encuentra una foto antigua de él y su padre donde su padre pone una sonrisa muy forzada, ahora entiende la cara extraña del monstruo, la copio de esa imagen.

Asustado por un ruido, Isaac descubre el cadáver del monstruo, se trata de una especie de cuerpo humano, pero en la cabeza no hay nada, solo una abertura, por eso el monstruo no tenía cara propia.

Puede que la criatura sea un alien o un monstruo del inframundo que pensaba nutrirse de sus víctimas, o simplemente manipularlos, lo único cierto es que entendió el dolor de Isaac y su desesperanza y adoptó la cara de su padre para seducirlo y llevarlo al bosque.

Lo que Laura debe agradecer es que aunque la figura le decía que guardara el secreto, Isaac lo contó desde el primer momento, aunque no de una forma calmada. Pero su desesperación de niño le llevó a no comunicarse bien.

Isaac vuelve a casa y llama a su madre, en esa nueva casa encontramos a Laura a la que Isaac no solo ve como una madre, sino que ella se comporta así con él.

Por lo que entendemos que después de que ella lo defendiera, ellos se volvieron más unidos justo como James hubiera deseado.

#daddy's head #charles aitken #julia brown #Rupert Turnbull #Nathaniel Martello-White #film #cinema #pelicula

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rupert-taggie · 6 days ago

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so 🥹 damn 🥹 GOOD 🥹

Apparently AO3 needs to give the collection approval before they can post it , but I’m impatient, so here’s my Angelblack one shot set about a week after 1x08 (the Rupert/Cameron issue is not discussed, but I imagined a scenario on which it was somehow dealt with).

anxious angel I’ll wrap you in heart shaped bubble wrap so you won’t get hurt

“Daddy is going to murder you,” Taggie said with a light shake of the head, strawberry blonde hair catching the early morning sunlight just outside the Priory. Rupert had started visiting at times where Declan was less likely to see him and Taggie alone–and he had quickly grown rather tired of it. He didn’t want his feelings for Taggie to be a secret. He didn’t think he’d been doing that good of a job at hiding them, anyway.

“I very much doubt that,” said Rupert with a tilt of the head. “Blood is a nuisance to clean off tapestry.”

Taggie looked up at him with a raised eyebrow that Rupert knew exactly translated to “Be serious”.

“Angel,” he started again, reaching to touch her shoulders. “He will be pissed. I can agree on that. He will try to pummel my face with his fists. But he will also have to surrender, eventually.”

“Declan O’ Hara doesn’t surrender,” Taggie sighed. “You saw his reaction to those photos in the car–and we weren’t doing anything.”

“You can make your own decisions,” Rupert provided unhelpfully.

“Yes, but I am still afraid. I don’t want to lose my dad. And I’m sure you don’t want to lose your friend.”

How typical of Taggie, hitting the target with all the precision of a professional archer. Of course Rupert didn’t want to lose Declan’s friendship. Hell, his only true (human) friend had been Lizzie for so long, he’d grown quite addicted to being able to rely on more than one person. He’d always known it was dangerous–just as befriending, and developing feelings for Taggie had been.

But there was no going back, was it? He meant what he told her. He hadn’t realized just how much harder it had become, something as simple as breathing, before he met her. Watching her with someone else felt like being stabbed in the chest by a thousand fireplace pokers. And for perhaps the first time in his life, being with someone else felt like true betrayal; to Taggie, and to himself. He wanted to be the man she thought he could be. He wanted it desperately. And Declan would have to just bloody deal with it.

***

Taggie entered the kitchen first, eyeing her father warily as he absentmindedly puffed on a cigarette, the day’s newspaper spread across one bent knee.

“Dad,” Taggie made herself say. “Can I talk to you about something?”

“I’m all ears, love,” he said without taking his eyes off the paper. Taggie stopped fidgeting with the sleeve of her jumper.

Rupert slowly walked into the room, his usual easy gate, a small, if tight smile on his lips.

That caught Declan’s attention.

“What are you doing here? The meeting is in a few hours,” he said, his mustache twitching in a curious smile.

Taggie glanced at Rupert, who in turn glanced at her.

“I wish I could say I am sorry, Declan,” he said as he took hold of Taggie’s hand. Her heart was beating rabbit-fast against her ribcage.

Her dad’s smile quickly evaporated as his brown eyes moved to Taggie and Rupert’s joined hands.

“No,” he said. One short, inescapable word.

“Declan,” Rupert started, but he got up, the chair scraping horribly against the tiled floor.

“Again? Fucking again? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Daddy, please–”

“Your room, Tag. Now.”

“I’m not a child! I will not be banished to my room when the conversation is about me, Dad!” She held tight onto Rupert’s rough palm, gripped onto his fingers for dear life. She would not back down, and she would not be quiet.

“You get your hands off her in the next two seconds, or I’ll break your fucking nose, Campbell,” her dad said, ignoring her entirely.

“Fine,” Rupert said, and Taggie’s head was already whipping towards him, but Rupert’s encouraging nod made her loosen her grip on his hand. “See?” He added, raising both palms in a placating gesture.

“What the fuck did you do to her, mmh?”

“I didn’t do anything to her,” Rupert said ruefully. “It was one kiss, Declan. Maybe two–”

But her dad was already crushing Rupert’s freshly pressed shirt in his fists and slamming him against the nearest cabinet, its content rattling wildly.

“Dad!”

“You think I won’t kill you? Are you testing me?” He said, eyes ablaze as Rupert gritted his teeth, clearly not wanting to hit back.

“I need you to listen to me–”

“Shut the fuck up!” Declan roared. “You are not going to be shagging my daughter, do you understand? She will not be a bloody notch in your belt!”

“Do you remember when you interviewed me?” Rupert asked after her dad smashed him against the fridge, this time. Taggie was torn between screaming and crying.

“I should have fucking ruined you when I had the–”

“You asked me if I’d ever been in love!” Rupert shouted, and her dad went dreadfully still. Rupert took a breath and then said, “I said I hadn’t. And I thought I hadn’t–I didn’t think I could.”

He looked over at Taggie over her father’s shoulder, and her lips parted in surprise.

“I can apologise for hurting you, Declan. But I cannot apologise for the way I feel about Taggie.”

Taggie wanted to grab his father’s shoulders and pull him away from Rupert, but she couldn’t take her eyes off him. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. Taggie had never been good with words–which her mother never allowed her to forget–but in that moment, she thought there weren’t any words that would suffice to explain the rumbling in her chest, the tightness in ehr throat.

Her father kept one arm against Rupert’s neck as he turned to look at her. There was something complicated in his expression–sad, almost. Taggie couldn’t bear it.

“He’s going to hurt you,” he said, as if it were obvious. “He’s not good enough for you.”

“So which is it? I’m a stupid child, but he’s not good enough?”

“I never called you that,” he hissed.

Taggie shook her head, expelling a shaky breath. “If I get hurt, then I get hurt.”

Her dad’s dark eyebrows joined on his forehead. Rupert’s eyes were only for her–even when he was risking being beaten half to death.

“I did everything right. I went out with Sebastian. I tried, and I couldn’t do it. I don’t want to be unhappy for the sake of p–p–propriety. I’ve been doing everything I can to keep everyone happy, but that’s it, daddy. I want to be happy, too. I think I deserve it.”

Her dad seemed, impossibly, lost. Until a few days ago she’d never seen him at a loss for words–and now, twice in the span of days. First when her mother left for London, and now.

“He is twice your age, Tag,” he said then, helplessly.

“There’s nothing I can do about that,” she shrugged, pressing her lips together.

He let go of Rupert then, though Taggie suspected it had less to do with him not wanting to hurt the man anymore, and more with wanting to give her his full attention, if only this once. Rupert released a quiet breath, straightening. She hoped he wouldn’t be stupid enough to talk.

“He beds a different woman every other day. He will let you down, Tag. Men like him always do.” He fished in his pocket to grab another cigarette, and Taggie wordlessly passed him the matchsticks box.

“Maybe. Maybe things can be different.” She could never know it for sure, but she believed in Rupert. She felt it, somewhere deep inside her, that he could be who she needed him to be. And most importantly, that he wanted to.

“Things are different,” Rupert said quietly. Her dad grimaced around the cigarette, slowly turning to face Rupert once more.

“Say I give you my blessing–which I will not. How are you going to protect her, mmh? The press would get wind of it soon enough. Brand her as your plaything.” He spit out the last word, and Taggie frowned at the prospect.

“I will do whatever is necessary. I won’t let anyone speak ill of Taggie, and if they do, they’ll find themselves jobless the day after. You know I can do that.”

Taggie bit on her lower lip; she didn’t think she was terribly fragile, and she had been trying hard not to care about what others might think of her. But the sheer protectiveness in Rupert’s tone warmed her from the inside out, and she’d be lying if she didn’t say it made her feel safe, to know he would be in her corner, no matter what.

“And if I ban her from seeing you? If I kick her out when she doesn’t?”

Taggie shook her head, her stomach dropping as she called for her dad, but Rupert said, “I don’t think you would do that. But if you do, she has a place to stay.”

“Remember when I interviewed you?” Her dad added after an eternity, mocking Rupert’s question from a few minutes before. “I lied. I was very much not bluffing–and I can still hurt you with what I have.”

Rupert’s eyes widened slightly, clearly surprised–but he shouldn’t have been. Taggie had hoped that was all in the past, but she knew her father too well to think he didn’t have some cards left to play. Rupert hung his head, and Taggie trembled, afraid he would just accept defeat.

“Send it to The Scorpion, then.”

Taggie’s breath wooshed out of her, and Declan stilled.

“Whatever it is, it cannot possibly hurt more than giving Taggie up.”

Taggie knew she had to exercise some self restraint if she didn’t want to be calling an ambulance up at the Priory for the second time, but she couldn’t stop herself from walking past her dad and to Rupert’s side. He gave her a small smile, and she smiled right back.

When she turned, her dad’s cigarette was a stub between his fingers. He looked between the two of them, and so much was swirling in his eyes–disappointment, worry, hurt. Taggie didn’t know what resignation looked like on Declan O’ Hara’s features, but she thought she might be glimpsing something like it now.

“Venturer needs your money,” he said. “I don’t like it. I don’t like that you are doing this to me. If you want to stay, you’ll have to stay out of my sight.”

Rupert nodded, and some part of Taggie felt selfish for forcing him to give up something Ruper had quite literally everything riding on. But the other part of her, the part that was louder and braver, couldn’t help but relish in the knowledge she was more important to him than Venturer. Than her dad’s friendship. Than, potentially, his reputation.

“Alright,” Rupert said, his knuckles brushing Taggie’s. He gave her a long look, and Taggie wanted to kiss him, but there would be many more chances to do just that. Rupert left, Declan trembling with restrained rage and without sparing him a glance.

“Daddy,” Taggie breathed.

He shook his head, raising one hand to silence her, and stormed out of the room.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. She squeezed them shut, held out for the nearest chair to steady her. She didn’t want her dad to hate her, to think her naive, to stop talking to her.

But, in truth, she was also relieved.

Caitlin would support her–Patrick too, maybe. And Rupert would be there. She was choosing herself, for the very first time, and it filled her with such potent light, she promised herself she would never go back to the shadows.

***

“I’m sorry,” Taggie told Rupert that evening as they walked, hand in hand, down the sloping path that took them from Lizzie’s house to the Priory. She’d invited Rupert for tea, and Taggie had joined them as soon as she could get there. Lizzie had been mildly surprised–more about Taggie, than about Rupert. He appreciated Lizzie speaking her mind, openly telling Tag to be careful, and warning him not to screw things up.

“What about?” Rupert asked.

“Dad,” she said simpy. “Working with him is going to be a nightmare.”

Rupert chuckled, his thumb drawing soothing motions across Taggie’s. He felt her shiver slightly, and he pressed his shoulder to hers. “You know I love a challenge.”

“You can pretend it doesn’t hurt, but I know it does.”

He closed his eyes briefly, then said a simple, “Yes.”

“Do you regret it?”

He turned to her, and the feeble orange light from the setting sun hit her blue eyes. He’d never seen anything more lovely. “Not one bit.”

Taggie laughed, for the first time today, and Rupert smiled back. He was so unabashedly happy to see her happy–to know that for all the people he’d hurt, there was one person in the world he would never. Could never. It wasn’t redemption, but it was real. His chest stirred with affection too strong to be contained, and they stopped in the street as he pulled her close, splaying his fingers on her waist. She smiled up at him again. He felt as if he’d been touched by the sun for the very first time.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he said. Taggie whispered an acnowledgement, eyes bright.

So he did.

He held her close as their lips touched, her mouth tasting faintly of the chocolate she had at Lizzie’s. Her soft hands came up to his face, caressing him gently, in a way no one ever had before. They detached, briefly, and though it’d been a chaste enough kiss, Rupert had to stop to get back his breath.

“You really are an angel,” he said.

“Angels look over people,” she replied. “Keep them safe.”

Rupert nodded. “I’m no angel. But I’ll do the same for you.”

Taggie stood on her tiptoes to place a kiss at the corner of his mouth, Rupert’s eyes fluttering closed.

“I know,” she said, putting her hand in the crook of Rupert’s arm.

And he walked her home.

#Omg this makes my heart so happy #this is exactly how I wish it went #Cameron is so annoying #i just want Rupert and taggie together 24/7 #poor daddy Declan but it shouldn’t be a surprise with the way they look at each other #he told rupert to stay away and even he should have know it was a lost cause #rivals #rupert x taggie #taggie x rupert

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