#Ellen Loo

[porquevi]

"M, o vampiro de Dusseldorf" (M - Eine Stadt sucht einen Mörder) - cinema.

Projeção de cópia restaurada desse filme de 1931 no cineSESC, portanto imperdível. Assisti esse filme em VHS quando estava na faculdade, mil novecentos e bolinha. Considerado o primeiro a usar o som como elemento dramático e não apenas novidade técnica.

depois de ver: no começo da projeção explicam que existem algumas versões do filme. esta, dizem, é a mais parecida com o original tanto em imagem como em som. filme bem moderno, tem certo humor, bom uso da montagem e um final perfeito. Peter Lorre dá um show!

[abs0luteb4stard]

[timeforaneclipse]

I'd give you my soul for some Avis Amberg fic, I swear!!! If you're up for a request, could we see Avis flirting with you the entire time out at an event, riling you up, up, up. Ik you did some light smutty stuff for Falling Apart (I loved it sm), and if you're up for it, you drag her off for quick dirty bathroom sex, but if not, just her teasing the ever loving shit out of you "Wait till we get home, you'll see just what mamma has in store for you. ;)" I have so many feelings 🫠 about this woman, and your writing is amazing! Anyway, ily have a good day 🫶

Tease. (Avis Amberg x reader)

Warnings? - Filth. Pure filth.

Tracing your finger tips over the green fabrics that hugged your figure, you took a minute to admire the dress. It was soft. Never before had you worn something so.. expensive looking. You almost felt out of place despite of the small fond smile that you had on your face. Avis had gifted you the dress for your birthday one evening. You were quick to tell her that it was too much but the older woman was quick to hush your protests. In truth, you never would've thought that you had the need for such a magnificent piece of clothing. Giving your circumstances but Avis was insistent. And like always, The older woman was proved right. However, just seeing it on for the first time? It made your heart race in ways you couldn't explain. You could barely believe that it was you in the mirror. It was perfect. A sigh escaped your lips as you tidied up your hair and thought of the older woman. The situation... between the two of you was nothing with but a... favour. At least that's what you convinced yourself it was. But as time continued on the two of you got closer, you began to question.  

A knock came from the bathroom door and you glanced over to it like it had said something utterly horrific. "You haven't fallen down the loo, have you?" Ellen's voice rang from the other side of the door. You softened, chuckling as you remembered you were in fact not alone. You unlocked the door for the older woman and her smile became one of admiration. "My..." The blonde inspected you over. "You look.... beautiful." She hummed, a hint of pride in her voice.  "Avis will love it." She hummed deep in thought. Your heart fluttered at the thought of Avis. "Are you ready to go? This celebration won't wait for us." The older woman urged. Right, of course! The party... The whole reason you were in this stunning dress in the first place. 

You nodded with a smile. "Avis will meet us there?" You asked, curious to how the evening was to go. You knew that Ace would most likely be accompanying her tonight but for some god unknown reason, Avis wanted you there too. Ellen was quick to lead you to her car. Arriving at Vivian Leigh's mansion, you couldn't help but look for Avis' car. Nothing your wondering gaze, Ellen smirked to herself and shook her head. 

Once inside, You turned your head in the direction of the voices a head. Unsure if you could handle the massive crowd you gave a nervous look to Ellen who had returned with a supportive look in her usual soft eyes. "This is important." She hummed. "If you want to be an actress you need to network." She urged like a mother encouraging a child to do their homework. Your lips became thin. You understood her reasonings but most people here were pricks. Or rather snakes as Avis called them. So against your better judgement, You heeded the older woman's advice and began to socialize. You had spoken to a few other inspiring actors and a couple of Ellen's friends but your eyes were always drifting off to find Mrs Amberg. Wherever she was. 

It wasn't long until you felt a hand on your lower back. The soft lingering touch made your stomach flutter as you turned your head to the slightly smaller woman beside you. A wide grin appeared on your face. "Avis." You smiled like a fool. Avis looked floored as she got a full look at your dress. Her eyes darkened as she eyed your cleavage. A smirk on her red lips.  "It's good to see you." your honesty hung in the air for a moment. It had been a while since you had actually last seen the older woman. Avis' husband, Ace, began to grow suspicious of her outings and the older woman had wanted to keep things on the low for the time being. 

"I always did say green was your colour." She hummed, deep in thought. "The dress looks divine on you, baby...." She whispered, her grip on the verge of becoming possessive. Your cheeks began to glow as you held the older woman's intense gaze, heat pooling through you. "Mamma's been so lonely without you." She whispered thickly into your ear. Her other hand run down your side as she watched your reaction, entirely gleeful with the effect she was having on you.  She then walked away, leaving you utterly speechless. You shook your head and cleared your throat as she gave you a snarky cheeky smirk, putting an extra sway in her hips as she walked away. Your throat became bone dry. Oh god... 

During dinner, You manage to snatch a seat in-between Ellen and Avis. You raised an eyebrow at the talk at the table. You couldn't help but be completely lost... They were using this terminology that you had never heard of before, it was as if it were all a different language. As you ate, you suddenly felt a shoe trace up and down your calf. You swallowed and gave a light warning glare to Avis but the older woman just looked at you innocently with a small smile. Not heeding your pathetic warning, her hand began to rest on your thigh, gently tracing her feather-light touch over your upper leg. Your grip on your fork tightened. Curse her. Leaning close, the older woman scanned your flustered state. "You always look your best like this, baby." She purred and took a sip of wine.  You followed suit. Also taking a drink. "Needy and unable to do anything about it.... Just a desperate-" Without warning and without much thought, you had purposely splashed some of your wine wine onto her chest. The older woman stared, utterly baffled by the change in events. By the audacity you had to splash her. Her dark brown eyes narrowed in annoyance and she stood. "I'll be back." Her lips were tight and became as thin as a line. 

Sighing, you stood and followed her as she stormed towards the bathroom.  Once inside, you locked the door as she turned on her heel to look at you. Her eyes piercing. "Don't you think that was a bit immature." She glared heavily. "I mean what are you? Five?" Avis rolled her eyes but before she could continue to tell you off, Your lips crashed against hers. Her eyes twinkled for a moment, widening before closing. Melting into the kiss. Avis' whimpered and deepened the kiss. Desperate for more. One of her hands cupped your face while the other curved around the back of your neck. She hadn't had you in weeks. And now? Now you were finally in her arms once more. Her brows furrowed and her grips tightened. Afraid that you'd disappear. As your arms snaked around her waist, you pulled back from the kiss and began to lick and nibble at her neck. A rumble left the older woman's throat and she leaned her head back slightly, Allowing you more access. Her finger began to weave their way into your locks and she gasped as your kisses became more rough. As you bit and sucked at her pale flesh, you were cautious of leaving visible marks. Despite how much you yearned to. You wouldn't dare. Not without her permission and certainly not while Ace was circling like a vulture. 

You travelled down her neck and Licked away the alcohol that you had spilt on her. Pulling back, your eyes softened as you took a moment to admire the goddess in front of you. She raised an eyebrow at your pause but smirked like the devil when she saw that look in your eyes. She pulled you into an embrace and stroked your hair. She adored your hair. "I really did miss you..." She admitted quietly in a whisper. Her perfume invaded your senses and you hid your face into her neck... "Now come on... show Mamma how much you've missed her, Baby." She chuckled and pulled your chin so that you'd look her in the eye. It was her turn for her lips to attack yours. Her lipstick smeared all over your face as the desperation she was truly feeling became more clear. 

Continuing from where you had left off, You kissed her neck. Your hand messaging her breast. A moan nearly escaped the older woman's mouth but she was quick to bite down on her lip, eyeing you as you worked on her. Your hands found the zipper to her dress and you gave her a look. Silently asking for permission to continue. When Avis gave you an encouraging nod, you pulled on the zip. Unclipping her bra, you began to suck and above her breast a little, trying to catch her reaction. You lowered, licking over her nipple. The older woman gasped and her grip on you tightened. One of your hands went to her waist, holding onto her as the other messaged her other breast. You began to kiss her stomach. Worshipping each section of her body. Leaving nothing untouched. Avis watched you and softened. She moved some of your, now untidy, hair out of your face. "You look so beautiful, Avis..." You whispered so quietly that she almost missed it. Her breath hitched as you continued as if it was nothing. A second nature. Your words shook her to the core, despite the innocence of them. She nearly teared up. Since she had to distance herself, she hadn't those words from anyone. Especially not from Ace. It meant the world to her. To hear your praise once more. Even after so many weeks. 

Avis yelped in surprise as you lifted her onto the counter, her eyes widening almost comedically. You opened her legs and stood in between them and placed a few kisses along her jaw. Her legs pulled you closer. Your hands gripped onto her hips as you knelt down. Avis' hands went to the counter's edge, gripping onto it for dear life. You raised an eyebrow as you looked at her lace black underwear. "God, Avis your soaked." You smirked, eager to get some revenge for earlier. Her eyes sharpened like a hawk. "Here you are doing all your teasing and yet your the one whose wreck." You giggled. 

"Just you wait, baby..." She hissed, annoyed by your cockiness. You laughed and took off her underwear and spread her legs a little wider. You kissed the inside of her thighs. She hummed in pleasure. "You can leave marks, darling." She whispered. You paused for a moment as you processed her words. Your heart leaping at them. Wasting now time, You bit down and began to suck. leaving a few red marks over her inner thighs. She whimpered and leaned back. Needing more. So, You gave her your tongue. A loud slut worthy moan escaped her when your warm wet tongue go up her soaked entrance as her back arched. Needy for more. Your eyes widened at her noises. You paused and glanced to the door. She seemed to share you thoughts because her panicked eyes were also staring at the door. You shook your head in relief. Nothing seemed wrong. You turned your attention back to her and ran your tongue up her again. Trying to aim deeper as you did. Your hands gripped her onto her thighs as her hips bucked into your face. Your fingers teased over her clit causing her to gasp. You continued to eat her out. Your teeth scraping against her as you circled your tongue. 

You let one finger enter the older woman. Curling it. Her breath hitched as she breathed out your name, her head rolling before you knew it. You kept your eyes on her reactions. One of her hands left the counter and she reached down and grabbed you free hand. You stared for a moment as your fingers locked with the older woman's. She squeezed your hand as you added another two fingers. She squirmed. Rolling her hips in you hand to meet your movements fast paced. Suddenly, You stilled. Her eyes snapped open, Panting she looked to you. "Do not be a bitch." she growled as she watched your smirk. You felt her inner wall contract and removed your fingers. Gobsmacked, the brown eyed woman looked like she was seconds away from slapping you. You licked her juice's off your fingers. Breathing heavily, Avis licked her lips.

You leaned foreword with innocent eyes. Your nails scratched the back of her thighs making the older woman tremble. "Beg, Avis." Your eyes looked her over. She was.... So perfect in the moment. Despite her obvious anger but that just kept up the thrill. The older woman bit the inside of her cheeks. You raised an eyebrow and licked her clit. "Beg, Avis." You repeated, Looking Avis in the eyes. The older woman's eyes rolled back slightly she was already soaked enough. 

Swallowing her pride, She clutched your hand tighter. "Please, darling..." She whispered and pulled you towards her. "I need you... My gorgeous girl.... Come on... help mamma out?" She continued as you gave her gentle kitten licks. You settled perfectly between her legs, using your fingers, teeth and tongue to bring her closer to the edge. The older woman was a mess. Like putty in your palms. "Yes, baby..." She moaned and her gripped the counter with her spare hand. Trying to keep herself steady. Weak moans echoed in the bathroom. You continued to rub your thumb over her clit. You didn't dare to focus on breathing. Giving your all to Avis. Her walls clenched around your fingers and tongue. Her noises drove you on. Then, without warning, Everything came crashing down. She cried your name went still above you. You let her ride out her release . You licked her clean and looked to her hand. Softening when you realised her hand was still in yours. Locked together. 

You stood and held her for a moment. Keeping her close. "You did so well, baby." The older woman smirked dazed as she stroked your cheek. "Just wait until we get home." She chuckled and traced her finger over your lips. Wiping away her juices. "then you'll see just what mamma has in store for you." You went a deep shade of red and leaned into her touch. Your heart raced as her gorgeous deep eyes sucked you in. She kissed you, tasting herself on your tongue. She smiled into the kiss. Wanting to hold you for longer. It wasn't long before you helped her get changed. You had already been missing from the party for too long and you both knew it. Your heart felt like it was being torn in two when you watched her return to her husband. And leave you behind. 

Ellen frowned and eyed you. "What's wrong?" She asked softly, stroking your arm. You sighed and crossed your arms. Hugging yourself, missing Avis' presence. But then you needed to remind yourself what exactly was between you both...

"I'm afraid I've fallen in love, Ellen."

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Hello darlings! I hope you enjoyed reading!

I would like to point out that I'm dyslexic so I'm sorry for any mistakes.

Is it good? How are we feeling? Tell me everything!! I'm always reading the comments and looking for your thoughts and taking them into account and they help a lot with motivation.

Lot's of love and I hope to see you in the future! 💜

(Remember to continue to thank and praise Patti Lupone in our prayers)

[girlamb]

Julia Hafstrom and Gwen Loos by Ellen Von Unwerth for Vogue Italia (2010)

[byneddiedingo]

Gustaf Gründgens in M (Fritz Lang, 1931)

Cast: Peter Lorre, Ellen Widman, Inge Landgut, Otto Wernicke, Theodor Loos, Gustaf Gründgens, Friedrich Gnaß, Fritz Odemar, Paul Kemp, Theo Lingen, Rudolf Blümner, Georg John, Franz Stein, Ernst Stahl-Nachbaur. Screenplay: Thea von Harbou, Fritz Lang. Cinematography: Fritz Arno Wagner. Art direction: Emil Hasler, Karl Vollbrecht. Film editing: Paul Falkenberg. 

Point of view is everything in a thriller. Let the viewer see events through the wrong eyes, and suspense goes out the window. The remarkable thing about Lang's great thriller is that the point of view changes so often. It starts with that of anxious parents, knowing that a child-killer is on the loose, then narrows to one particular parent, waiting for her daughter to come home from school for lunch. But then we see the object of her fears, her daughter, making contact with a strange man, and our suspense builds as we return to the worried mother. But as strongly as we sympathize with the mother, we also eventually learn to focus our anxieties elsewhere: on the beleaguered police, on innocent victims of people's suspicions, on the criminal underworld harassed by the police, and eventually even on the murderer himself. There are even moments when, as he becomes the object of the manhunt, trapped in the attic of a building swarming with the criminals in search of him, we find ourselves semi-consciously rooting for him to escape. Then we find ourselves rooting for the criminals to capture him and to escape being caught by the cops. And then, when he is put on trial by the criminals, we root for the police to arrive and rescue him. In short, the movie is a study in the ways in which sympathy can be manipulated. Lang and his soon-to-be-ex-wife Thea von Harbou wrote the screenplay, and the atmosphere of the film is superbly maintained by the cinematography of Fritz Arno Wagner and the sets of Emil Hasler and Karl Vollbrecht. But none of it would work without the presence of some extraordinary performers, starting with Peter Lorre as the sniveling, obsessed Hans Beckert: a career-defining performance in many ways, considering that Lorre had been known for comic roles on stage before Lang made him a movie star. Then there's Otto Wernicke as Inspector Lohmann, whose performance was so memorable that Lang brought him back as the same character in The Testament of Dr. Mabuse (1933), stereotyping Wernicke as a cop for much of his career. And Gustav Gründgens, the imperious leader of the criminal faction, who later became identified with the role of Mephistopheles in stage and screen versions of Goethe's Faust (Peter Gorski, 1960) -- not to mention in Klaus Mann's 1936 novel, Mephisto (and István Szabó's 1981 film version), based on Gründgens's embrace of the Nazis to advance his career.

[renee-writer]

Young Turks Chapter 2

AO3

Julia wakes up determined to make things right with her daughter. No, she still won’t be allowed to date him, for awhile. Maybe she can explain better why.

 

She runs into Harriet in the hall. “Hey lovie, is your sister up yet?”

 

Her youngest shrugs. “She must be mum, for she isn’t in her room.” She continues on downstairs, heading towards brekkie. “is daddy cooking?”

 

Her mum nods. Something isn’t right. Claire would be here, or in the loo, or downstairs, if she wasn’t in her room. With a frown and a growing sense of dread, she hurries into the third door, and her child ‘s room.

 

“Jamie! Hey sleepy head, there be cows a needing milking.” With a sigh of frustration, Brian heads in to wake his lad up. He can be angry all he wishes but there is still chores to do.

 

Julia sees it, straight away. The folded paper, resting against her daughter’s bedside lamp. With shaking hands she reaches for it. Her legs give out, landing her on her made bed, as soon as she reads the words.

 

“Mum, dad, Harriet,

I am sorry but you wouldn’t  listen, except Harry, you understood. But mum and dad, you didn’t. We tried over and over to tell you. You just thought us to young, a crush. That distance would solve it. We love each other. We will be married the next time you see us.

Claire Beauchamp Fraser.”

 

He sees the made bed and nods to himself. He is up and about. Then he sees the folded note on his pillow.

 

“Da and mam,

We are going to get married. Sorry about my chores.

Jamie.”

 

Julia doesn’t recall screaming. She isn’t  aware she is doing it until her husband and youngest are at her side.

 

“Mum, mum!” Harriet calls out.

 

“Honey, what is wrong?” Henry is gently shaking her. She hands him the note and draws her baby against her.

 

“Bleeding bullocks!”

 

“Daddy!”

 

“Sorry baby.”

 

“What is wrong?” She asks.

 

“Your sister has eloped.” At the word, Julia whimpers. Harriet strokes her arm even as she replies,

 

“How wonderfully romantic.”

 

“No, it is foolish and we must stop them!” her mum angrily says.

 

“Sweetie, go pour some cereal. We will be down shortly.” Henry says. She kisses her mum’s cheek and hurries away.

 

“What do we do?” his wife looks at him, her eyes full of tears.

 

“We ring the Fraser’s.”

 

“I cannea believe he did this!” Ellen paces around the room, their son’s note, crumbled in her hand.

 

“Aye, I ne’ imagined…”

 

“What will the Beauchamp ‘s think?” she makes another loop around their kitchen table and her husband that sits there. He has milked the cows before coming in and showing her the note.

 

“I am sure we will soon hear.” He says, just as the telephone rings. They look at each other and he raises to answer it. “Hello.”

 

“Fraser, what are we to do about our children?”

 

“They have a night ‘s head start on us. We can try to find them,” he replies to Henry,” but I fear we will be to late.”

 

Uttered curses on the other end. “Then we shall just have it annulled. They are both under eighteen.”

 

“Aye but old enough by our laws to be married.”

 

More curses. “Are you giving up Fraser. Just letting this happen, our children ruining their lives?”

 

“I don’t wish to and will try to find them and talk them out of this foolishness.”

 

“Very good!”

 

“I just don’t know that we can?”

[instantromanticfloor]

Party time

[alexlacquemanne]

Septembre MMXXIV

Films

L'Homme au pistolet d'or (The Man with the Golden Gun) (1974) de Guy Hamilton avec Roger Moore, Christopher Lee, Britt Ekland, Maud Adams, Hervé Villechaize, Clifton James, Richard Loo et Soon-Tek Oh

La Panthère rose (The Pink Panther) (1963) de Blake Edwards avec Claudia Cardinale, David Niven, Peter Sellers, Robert Wagner, Capucine, Brenda De Banzie et Fran Jeffries

Le Masque de Zorro (The Mask of Zorro) (1998) de Martin Campbell avec Antonio Banderas, Anthony Hopkins, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Stuart Wilson, Matt Letscher, Victor Rivers et Tony Amendola

La Classe américaine : Le Grand Détournement (1993) de Michel Hazanavicius et Dominique Mézerette avec Christine Delaroche, Evelyne Grandjean, Marc Cassot, Patrick Guillemin, Raymond Loyer, Joël Martineau, Jean-Claude Montalban et Roger Rudel

Les Sept Mercenaires (The Magnificent Seven) (1960) de John Sturges avec Yul Brynner, Steve McQueen, Charles Bronson, James Coburn, Robert Vaughn, Brad Dexter, Horst Buchholz, Eli Wallach, Jorge Martínez Hoyos, Vladimir Sokoloff et Rosenda Monteros

Un homme est mort (1972) de Jacques Deray avec Jean-Louis Trintignant, Ann-Margret, Roy Scheider, Angie Dickinson, Umberto Orsini, Ted de Corsia, Alex Rocco, Felice Orlandi et Michel Constantin

Le Grand Pardon (1982) d'Alexandre Arcady avec Roger Hanin, Richard Berry, Bernard Giraudeau, Jean-Pierre Bacri, Gérard Darmon, Jean-Louis Trintignant, Clio Goldsmith, Richard Bohringer, Lucien Layani et Anny Duperey

Luke la main froide (Cool Hand Luke) (1967) de Stuart Rosenberg avec Paul Newman, George Kennedy, Strother Martin, J. D. Cannon, Lou Antonio, Jo Van Fleet, Clifton James et Morgan Woodward

Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) de Daniel Kwan et Daniel Scheinert avec Michelle Yeoh, Stephanie Hsu, Ke Huy Quan, James Hong, Jamie Lee Curtis, Tallie Medel, Jenny Slate et Harry Shum Jr

Le Tonnerre de Dieu (1965) de Denys de La Patellière avec Jean Gabin, Michèle Mercier, Lilli Palmer, Robert Hossein, Georges Géret, Paul Frankeur, Ellen Schwiers, Nino Vingelli, Louis Arbessier et Daniel Ceccaldi

La Pomme de son oeil (1970) de François Villiers avec Jean Pierre Aumont, Elisabeth Wiener, Sophie Desmarets, Carol Lixon, Jean Marc Thibault, Gabrielle Doulcet, Pierre Bertin, Gérard Depardieu et Edith Ker

Baiser mortel (A Kiss Before Dying) (1956) de Gerd Oswald avec Robert Wagner, Jeffrey Hunter, Virginia Leith, Joanne Woodward, Mary Astor, George Macready et Robert Quarry

Arabesque (1966) de Stanley Donen avec Gregory Peck, Sophia Loren, Alan Badel, Kieron Moore, Carl Duering, John Merivale, Duncan Lamont et George Coulouris

Séries

Nestor Burma Saison 5, 6

Drôle d'épreuve pour Nestor Burma - La Plus noble conquête de Nestor - Poupée russe - Les Affaires reprennent - En garde, Burma ! - Mise à prix pour Nestor Burma - Burma et la Belle de Paris - N’appelez pas la police

Castle Saison 7, 8

Planète hostile - Le Flic de Hong Kong - Dans la ligne de mire - L'Attaque du pitbull - En sommeil - Y a-t-il un enquêteur dans l'avion - La mort n'est pas une blague - Dans les bois - Disparition - Conspiration - Cinquante Nuances de vengeance - De pieux mensonges - Le Nez - Une vieille connaissance - Un homme à femmes

Affaires sensibles

Le tortueux destin des Inconnus - Le Parrain, les recettes d'un chef-d'œuvre - Lolo Ferrari, la chute de l'icône de silicone - Rocky : l'Amérique les poings levés - La chute de la IVème République en mai 1958 - Landru et le chemin des dames - Les révoltés du France - The Golden State killer, le plus froid des cold case - Rue des Rosiers : le lent chemin vers la vérité ?

Maguy Saison 8

Les délinquants sont éternels - Ennuis et héros - Tx-trol de drame - Crocodile Maguy - Tous les kalaniens, toutes les kalaniennes - Funérailles aïe aïe - Nomade's land - Sauce grand vanneur - L'entremêleur - Maguy, Georges, Pierre, Rose et les autres - Traitement de chic - Allô Maguy ici bébé - Roman à l'eau de rose - Le fiscopathe - Olé beaux jours - Cet obscur objet de Désiré - Hoquet sur place - Fenêtre sans cour - La guerre des canulars - Désastres et des astres - Legs à deux têtes - Une souris et des homme - Coût de peau - La bourse ou Maguy - N'oubliez pas le service - C'est pas sorcier - Drôle de squatt - L'espion qui venait d'en face - Bébé éprouvant - Crises de mères

Le Coffre à Catch

#183 : Bataille Royale + Hommage à Sid - #184 : Santino Show + Dusty supporte Uva - #185 : Le futur s'appelle Ezekiel Jackson - #186 : La ECW : c'est annulé !! - #187 : Yoshi Tatsu et Goldust champions pour la dernière?

Les Nouvelles Brigades du Tigre Saison 5

S.O.S. tour Eiffel - Le Temps des garçonnes - Le Vampire des Carpates - Made in U.S.A. - Le Réseau Brutus - Le Complot

Nautilus Saison 1

Évasion - Tic Tac Boum - La force du peuple - Sur une pente glissante - Hallucinations - L'Atlantide - Guerre froide - Le Point de bascule - La Chevauchée des Walkyries - Bouquet final

The Grand Tour Saison 6

Un dernier pour la route

MacGyver Saison 1

Pris au piège - Le Casse du casino - Cauchemars - La Taupe - Mission Afghanistan

Brokenwood Saison 9

Brokenwood: Le Musical - On ne choisit pas sa famille - Les Petites Soeurs de Sainte-Monica

Commissaire Dupin

Les secrets de Brocéliande

Brocéliande

Episode 1 - Episode 2 - Episode 3 - Episode 4 - Episode 5 - Episode 6

Friends Saison 1

Celui qui déménage - Celui qui est perdu - Celui qui a un rôle - Celui avec George - Celui qui lave plus blanc - Celui qui est verni - Celui qui a du jus - Celui qui hallucine - Celui qui parle au ventre de sa femme - Celui qui singeait - Celui qui était comme les autres - Celui qui aimait les lasagnes - Celui qui fait des descentes dans les douches - Celui qui avait un cœur d'artichaut - Celui qui pète les plombs - Celui qui devient papa : première partie - Celui qui devient papa : deuxième partie - Celui qui gagnait au poker - Celui qui a perdu son singe - Celui qui a un dentiste carié

Spectacles

Gary Moore : Live at Montreux (2010)

Laurent Gerra flingue la télé (2006)

La Sainte famille (1976) de Georges Vitaly avec Dominique Paturel, Nelly Vignon, Frank Baugin, Erik Colin, Rodolphe Marin, Jose Luccioni, Jacques Balutin, Michèle Grellier, Max Desrau, Monique Delaroche, Madeleine Cheminat, Odile Mallet, Robert Party Frédérique Cernay, André Lambert, Xavier Renoult et Bertrand Gohaud

The Police : Certifiable: Live In Buenos Aires (2008)

The Doors : Live at the Hollywood Bowl (1968)

Livres

Zazie dans le métro de Raymond Queneau

Le boucher d'Alina Reyes

Effroyables jardins de Michel Quint

Kaamelott, tome 8 : L'antre du Basilic d'Alexandre Astier et Steven Dupré

Kaamelott, tome 9 : Les renforts maléfiques d'Alexandre Astier et Steven Dupré

Les secrets de Brocéliande de Jean-Luc Bannalec

Friends l'intégrale : Le livre officiel des dix ans ! de David Wild

Astérix, tome 16 : Astérix chez les Helvètes de René Goscinny et Albert Uderzo

[lavelled]

household mismanagement.

Team Megrez. Redundant press and the order of things: No. The f-word. Flip? Do you glance at that expensive diploma next to your desk and wonder where it all went wrong, yeah me neither. Your escorting swindler is being escorted toward the trash decor like a stuntperson with road rash. It was a fabricated marriage. For Harry, it was an heir and put-up-your-dukes. For her, it was an A-list byline on front pages. It’s been six plus years. She’s California private secretary to a British sex letch, cashing in on my entrapment, made possible by her numerically uneven in-laws, whom she was acquainted, gaining clout and babies she could’ve had without the devil’s sex. Classic Hank and Megs.

The 2011 movie, Horrible Bosses. Murdle plays Jamie, a FedEx employee. Google her one scene. In such spare dialogue, we learn that she knew the code of way too cute, high priority, penises in boxes, and signatures. Did chatterbox put that in her many Parliamentary speeches: that she was aware she married Harry Windsor, FedEx President, cause of schoolzone shootings and suicides?

Their American Apple Orchard venture that Harry is masterminding? It’s Adam Eve firsties. I’m on record declining. Her magnetically-linked company and jargon advertise my RAPE.

I want a public divorce.

Bow out.

It’s a modicum of justice for the deceased and, in the process, a worldly rejection as an adult with children like I’ve felt for thirty years, alone, childless.

It gets her away from a princess’s memory.

Speaking of, this 2020 book, The White Ship: Conquest, Anarchy and the Wrecking of Henry I’s Dream by Earl and author, Charles Spencer. The real shipwreck story behind one of the greatest disasters England has ever suffered. Uncle and nephew are not particularly close then?

Pavel Pergl—Czech footballer for the Preston North End Football Club. He hung himself in his flat in Magdeburg, Germany, leaving behind a 1-year-old daughter. 18 days before her wedding.

Amy Jayne Dolly Everett—14-year-old child model born in Katherine, Australia killed herself in Queensland. Four months before their wedding. She told parents she was tormented on the web.

In Scottsdale, 12 days after their wedding, six people shot—including Steven Pitt, prominent psychiatrist who worked on the Columbine High School Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold terror.

Sam Mehran—American-Australian musician; founded the punk band, Test Icicles; wordplay I can only dream of. He died by suicide at his home in Hollywood, two months after her wedding.

Ellen Joyce Loo—Canadian-born Hong Kong singer; founder of the folk-rock band, at17. Won Golden Melody Award. Jumped to her death in Happy Valley, three months after the wedding.

Evan Hansen—All-Conference linebacker and captain for the Wabash College football team in Indiana. Four months after her wedding, he committed suicide. His jersey number was 32.

Kelly Ann Catlin—champion cyclist; Silver Medalist at the 2016 Summer Olympics. A grad student of Computational Mathematics at Stanford when she committed suicide at 23-years-old.

Kelly Fraser—Inuit-Canadian and Juno Award-nominated singer known for her cover of Rhianna’s “Diamonds,” titled Diamonds In Inuktitut Taimantitut. A Kickstarter was set up for her new album when she committed suicide in Winnipeg, Manitoba on Christmas Eve, 2019.

Lauren Elizabeth Bernett—softball catcher at James Madison University, majoring in bio and veterinary med. She appeared in movies and on Greeting cards. Suicide in Harrisonburg, Virginia. At 20.

Kathryn Diane Meyer—soccer player, goalkeeper, captain of the soccer team at Stanford. She took her life in Crothers Hall at 22 after defending a teammate from unwanted advances. Her jersey number 19 is carved in a tree at Borchard Park in Newbury Park.

A Kenyan tour? No. School fires. Olympic marathoner, Rebecca Cheptegei, just died. Her beau, Dickson Ndiema, set her on fire a la Joan of Arc.

A respite to Portugal? No. That’s my Afonso, Prince of Beira. I think he’s a matador because he’s often next to swords. Greece? No. That’s my goodly godly, Prince Constantine-Alexios. Or Tino, as you know.

Divorce.

K

[elliebear666]

If a dude doesn't want to fuck you because you've fucked more people than he has?

Loser-town.

I've never given a shit. Just don't cheat on your partner ffs.

If he doesn't want you because you like sex?

Loser-town.

At least you'd be good at it.

If he doesn't want you because you hooked up with someone he knows?

Loser-town.

Small town, small world.

Grow up.

[internationalrealestatenews]

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[maeve-is-annoying-about-books]

Light From Uncommon Stars, July

My poor fucking heart, I can't take it. This entire scene of the showcase was perfectly done.

Of course Katrina's first performance would hit snags, she's never performed live before. But the lights are on her, she can't run. Not from the emcee who flippantly misgendered her, not from people like Ellen who are praying for her to be bad. Not from herself and her fears. Yet also not from those people Shizuka told her to keep in mind when she plays. To make mistakes and recover to create something so beautiful out of something so "pedestrian" is one of the most human things of all. It encapsulates something that Tamiko knows before she even starts on her Paganini, that she can't connect and leave that lasting magic, no matter how technical the piece. I can easily imagine her trying her damndest to break her strings on stage like Paganini himself, but because they hold something else breaks instead.

To continue about Katrina's skill, it's clear Shizuka doesn't just see it, doesn't just cherish it, but now respects it. Honestly her reaction is much my own. Once again Maeve is oversharing, over-personal, but... I've devoted a not-insignificant amount of time to writing. Honing and hewing and then going on to try to help others. Then one day a woman came to me, asking for opinions about a little character blurb and... She's already so talented. So incredibly precise with her word choice and scene choice. With help on the technical parts I have zero doubt she would be a better author than I ever was. So how can I feel anything but sympathy for Shizuka? She's wowed, she's proud to have helped Katrina bloom but all at the cost of a question: "Can I even do that?" It makes the scenes afterwards of Shizuka having her violin repaired all the more prescient. Moving it's repair from handling a heavenly instrument to something mere mortals can handle.

And the scene talking about applause. Katrina's taken no ego from it. Instead what she came away with was a feeling of safety. That she was safe, and strong enough to keep everyone, Shizuka included, that way too. Katrina's heart is so large that she's inseparable from the people around her. She always has been, for better and for worse. Their opinions of her looks, her playing, the dress she wears, the food they share. I've come to see her as this kind of beacon of what Lan was talking about. That Earth is a very communicative planet, inexorably so. I no longer think that it is a fun bit of trivia that Katrina posts her videos online, it's indicative of the thing that's ruled her life. Her connections to others.

Just as Lan's connections are slipping and Auntie Floresta's are beginning to grow, too. Markus is fed up with his life, she hasn't noticed that she's left Edwin behind, she can't understand why replicator donuts aren't selling... Her captain's chair is still an island keeping her away from everything. Even the question of why they're building a stargate if they can't go back to the Empire. Probably because it's a mission she can accomplish, or maybe as an escape from the world when the Endplague arrives. Her actions are dictated by the trauma of it and it's wearing holes into the life she's earned.

The end of this shorter month is put on the tab of Tremon Philippe, as always. At first I hought it s rather polite for the frog demon to do. ut then I realized he wasn't paying the bill. He put it on his tab. It's not a courtesy to a colleague it's a perpetual reminder that her debt is looming over her head and it will come through one day. What a complete asshole, and a Euro-centric one at that. He keeps spooling on and on about how Europe is way better than California, going so far as to compliment one chef by saying he could work there. He's so tone-deaf to every other one of our characters, he only wants the expensive, best things at all times and doesn't care one whit about what any of them are actually saying. As expected of a demon.

The question is looming. How is Shizuka going to get out of this one?

[byneddiedingo]

Lewis Stone and Helen Hayes in The Sin of Madelon Claudet (Edgar Selwyn, 1931)

Cast: Helen Hayes, Lewis Stone, Neil Hamilton, Cliff Edwards, Jean Hersholt, Marie Prevost, Robert Young, Karen Morley, Charles Winninger, Alan Hale. Screenplay: Charles MacArthur, Ben Hecht, based on a play by Edward Knoblock. Cinematography: Oliver T. Marsh. Art direction: Cedric Gibbons. Film editing: Tom Held. Costume design: Adrian. 

If it weren't for her work in movies and on TV, Helen Hayes would probably be consigned to that limbo where celebrated stage actresses of the past like Sarah Siddons or Ellen Terry or Minnie Maddern Fiske reside. But Hayes won two Oscars -- one for this film and the other, 38 years later, for Airport (George Seaton, 1970) -- as well as Emmy, Grammy, and Tony awards, earning the distinction known by the acronym EGOT. The thing is, anyone who knows Hayes's work only from movies and TV may wonder why she is so famous. Neither The Sin of Madelon Claudet nor Airport (in which she plays a cute little old stowaway on a plane) nor her work on such TV series as The Snoop Sisters provides much of a clue as to why she was known as "The First Lady of the American Theater" and has a Broadway playhouse named after her. She spent the peak years of her career, from 1935 to 1956, primarily on stage, with only occasional films and TV appearances during that period. It was probably a wise move: She was already 30 when she followed her husband, Charles MacArthur, to Hollywood and made this film, her first talkie. (She had appeared in only a couple of silent films.) And while it won her the Oscar, and she followed it with a few more significant films, particularly Arrowsmith (John Ford, 1931) and A Farewell to Arms (Frank Borzage, 1932), it soon became clear to her that she was not cut out for film stardom. She was only five feet tall and although pleasant-looking, she was not especially pretty, and in a Hollywood that was looking for the next Greta Garbo or Marlene Dietrich, she was no glamour girl. She would have found herself competing with younger actresses like Bette Davis and Barbara Stanwyck for the plum dramatic parts. So it was back to Broadway and success. Even so, she made her reputation in old-fashioned plays that don't get revived much anymore, like Lawrence Housman's Victoria Regina, Anita Loos's Happy Birthday, and Jean Anouilh's Time Remembered. Although she did play Amanda in a revival of Tennessee Williams's The Glass Menagerie, the revolution in theater that Williams helped bring about took place after she had gone into semi-retirement. As for Madelon Claudet, it's a creaky vehicle at best, based on a play by Edward Knoblock that MacArthur and an uncredited Ben Hecht helped whip into shape after it had been filmed under the title The Lullaby and previewed to a disastrous reception. Hayes had already gone on to work on Arrowsmith, and shooting the new material had to wait until she was through with that film. Even so, Hayes is not particularly convincing as a French farm girl who is left pregnant by a caddish American (Neil Hamilton) and becomes the mistress of a jewel thief posing as an Italian count (Lewis Stone). It's only later, when she goes to jail for ten years as the thief's accomplice, then turns to prostitution to earn the money to put her son (Robert Young), who thinks she's dead, through medical school, that Hayes demonstrates her skill at suffering and pathos.

[regicidal-defenestration]

Theodor Loos as Josaphat, Gustav Fröhlich as Freder, and Brigitte Helm as Maria, in Metropolis (1927) dir. Fritz Lang

Friedrich Feher as Francis, Hans Heinrich von Twardowski as Alan, and Lil Dagover as Jane, in The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920) dir. Robert Wiene

Gastav von Wangenheim as Thomas Hutter, Max Schreck as Count Orlok, and Greta Schröder as Ellen Hutter in Nosferatu: A Symphony of Horror (1922) dir. F.W. Murnau

German expressionist cinema will have two pretty men getting homoerotically close to each other because of the aspect ratio whilst the most beautiful woman you've ever seen goes through the horrors

[popbee]

悼念盧凱彤：「不完美就是最美」，訴說她教曉我們的二三事！

還記得上年年末才跟林二汶重組 At 17 的 Ellen 盧凱彤在演唱會時說過「我們一定會再見的！」直至昨日傳來的一則令人震驚的消息，創作歌手盧凱彤墮樓身亡，我們才了解到生命有多脆弱，這個再會或許比大家所想的來得久遠。

15 歲就出道，跟林二汶一同被黃耀明發掘，組成女子創作組合 At 17 的盧凱彤在音樂上一直有著不同方向的發展，身兼組合歌人、創作人和樂手三個不同的身份，在單飛時擔任鄭秀文和陳奕迅等歌手演唱會的御用吉他手，更於 2011 年開始推出個人專輯。從 At 17 清新的歌路轉而走到突顯出那個與眾不同的自己的曲風，不但沒有退潮，更加大獲樂迷好評，憑著國語專輯《你安安靜靜地躲起來》入圍金曲獎最佳國語女歌手獎及最佳作曲人獎，雖然其後因著躁鬱症而停下腳步，但專心養病後終能走出困局，以新的形象回歸樂壇。

年輕的 Ellen 雖然 32 歲就離開了我們，但一直勇敢面對著不同問題和難關的她卻留下了不少值得我們學習的事，她一直以行動影響著我們，告訴世人不完美就是最美。

#你的完美有點難懂並不代表世界不能包容

跟林二汶分開後，Ellen 的事業看起來發展得不錯，除了繼續創作外，更推出自己的專輯，又以樂手身份出現在不同場合，但這樣卻成了她的壓力，最後讓自己患上躁鬱症。Ellen 曾於訪問中坦言自己一直都是凡事做到 100 分的人，用心做好的專輯希望其他人都會跟自己一樣欣賞，但世界就是這樣，在好評不絕之時，同時需要面對不少批評，有評論指若然她的專輯沒有人唱會更加好。當時面對負評的她把自己收起來，後來跟黃耀明傾訴，她才驚覺自己一直太幸福，未被批評過，所以一時之間接受不了。

想通後 Ellen 就了解到自己根本不用討好全世界，只要對自己誠實就好了。做出自己相信的音樂，即使沒法得到大眾的認���也好，都算是對自己負了責任，「有甚麼好得過將青春都耗用在快樂裡呢？」Ellen 如是說。

找到自己相信的事，就走下去吧！就像代表著 Ellen 重新的《你的完美有點難懂並不代表世界不能包容》歌詞裡所指，完美並不代表沒有瑕疵，每一個「成功」的背後都必定會留下瘡疤和經歷，跟著大眾所訂下的目標走你或許仍未合格，但除了自己誰能為你訂下標準呢？

#在這堆砌心碎的世界 發現你給我的很體貼

Ellen 除了在面對情緒病表現得勇敢外，面對愛情她同樣值得人敬佩。說到 Ellen 的愛情，相信讓人留下最深刻印像的必定是她在奪得金曲獎最佳編曲人獎時在台上跟太太余靜萍「小魚」說下的一番情話。

一直以中性形象示人的 Ellen 終於在金曲獎當晚宣佈出櫃，她事後在訪問中坦言出櫃絕對是需要無比的勇氣，雖然早於 14 歲時已確切了解到自己的性取向，但因著社會的風氣而要把真正的自己隱藏起來。即使跟小魚相戀了 7 年，也未能在事業發展得正好的時候出櫃。而於金曲獎這個對她來說非常重要的時刻，她終於鼓起勇氣決心感激一直陪她走過高山低谷的新婚太太小魚。在台上，她說道「沒有她，我不會在七年前寫第一首國語歌，亦根本不會想到台灣發展，我要感謝我太太。」當身旁的頒獎嘉賓和台下的觀眾都為她高興得落力拍掌時，Ellen 就再補充指自己於 2016 年跟小魚結婚，謝謝太太讓她的生命變得更完整，「我知道這個世界不完美，我的音樂不完美，我的人不完美，但有了你，誰還需要完美。」簡單一句表達出她對太太的愛和感激之情。

公開性取向後，Ellen 積極參與不同的平權活動，身體力行的告訴大家同性變者跟一般人沒兩樣，「如果你不走出來的話，你永遠不知道這個世界是可以被改變的。」她曾於訪問中坦言出櫃後不用再說謊感覺很好，昔日的包袍已經放下，今天只希望討好自己，「我看到 come out 後的我，靈魂變得更有光芒。」勇敢做自己，勇敢去愛的 Ellen 的確變得比從前更美麗，她教曉我們幸福就是活在當下，放心去愛身邊的人，「雖然這個世界很不完美，可是我們盡量要用身邊滿滿的愛去抗這個世界的不完美。」

*《等等》是 Ellen 寫給太太小魚的一首歌，是以小魚常對 Ellen 所說的口頭禪「等等」作靈感，把屬於她們的日常譜出了一首輕柔又溫柔的情歌。

#長留在我心的你不會變

Ellen 在樂壇的人緣非常好，但一想到她必然聯繫到的就當然是林二汶。二人以 At 17 出道，多年來以「孖公仔」的形象出現，出道 9 年後宣佈暫時分開發展，再於上年重組，舉行《Girls Girls Girls at17 Live in Concert 2017》跟樂迷一同找回青春。雖然「拆夥」但二人私下仍是好朋友的關係，讓她們分開 7 年仍默契十足。

在重組的那個演唱會上，她們大談相處的二三事，二汶指當年跟 Ellen 拆夥後曾經發生過一樣讓她看清 Ellen 有多為朋友的事，當時她在 Demo 碟中發現到一首 Ellen 寫的歌自己非常喜歡，於是致電向她取歌，但卻換來 Ellen 一句「給我一天時間考慮」，雖然翌日就收到 Ellen 的電話說這首歌可以給她，但她當時心裡總不是味兒。事後她才發現原來 Ellen 早已把那首歌放進自己準備出碟的歌單裡，她用了一天時間去考慮，決定改變整個計劃都要把這首歌讓給二汶。聽到二汶說出這件事時，Ellen 只是淡淡然的拋下一句「為了你，其實做甚麼也可以。」好朋友大概就是這樣， 即使不是時常相見，也會有爭執的時候，但為了對方，其實甚麼也不再重要。

在今天，好友林二汶亦在 Instagram 上發出聲明，指對於 Ellen 離開的這件事永遠不可能 OK，相信要待她百年歸老，再次遇見 Ellen ，像以往般無聊的時候才會覺得 OK，但她就答應了大家自己一定會好好的，請大家放心。

Ellen 說過生命實在太短暫，每一分每一秒都要珍惜，是用來留給自己的。這一次她再以另一方法脫變，但願這時在另一端的她能永遠快樂。

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