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bobbie jo and the outlaw, mark l. lester 1976
#bobbie jo and the outlaw#mark l. lester#1976#lynda carter#marjoe gortner#jesse vint#merrie lynn ross#belinda balaski#the outlaw#bonnie and clyde#badlands#natural born killers#once upon a time... in hollywood#liebe ist kälter als der tod#material#buw#cast the outlaw#eine feste burg#nsu#der nsu-plot
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Gutter Garbs has released Class of 1984 shirts designed by Brandon Stecz ($30) and a set of five 1.25" buttons designed by Beyond Horror Design ($7). They’ll ship the week of February 15.
#class of 1984#perry king#roddy mcdowall#80s movies#1980s movies#gutter garbs#shirt#gift#brandon stecz#beyond horror design#michael j fox#michael j. fox#alice cooper#mark l. lester
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On June 8, 1990, Class of 1999 debuted in Japan.
#class of 1999#mark l. lester#crime thriller#action movies#science fiction#dystopian film#dystopian sci fi#movie art#art#drawing#movie history#japan
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909: Firestarter [1984]
I love you.
Halloween Horrorfest 2024:
31 Days of Stephen King in Chronological Order:
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Firestarter (1984) dir. Mark L. Lester
#Movies#movies i've recently watched#Firestarter#1984#I love you.#She has the power . . . an evil destructive force.#Drew Barrymore#Mark L. Lester#Halloween Horrorfest 2024#31 days of Stephen King in Chronological Order#Stephen King#80s#80s movies#80s horror#Action#Horror#Sci-fi#Thriller
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Cult Faction Podcast Ep. 125: Class of 1999
This week we shine our spotlight on Mark L. Lester’s Class of 1999 where three ex-military robots are reprogrammed as teachers and secretly placed in a school where most students are part of organized gangs, but what happens when they respond violently to unruly students? It stars Bradley Gregg, Traci Lind, John P. Ryan, Pam Grier, Patrick Kilpatrick, Stacy Keach, Malcolm McDowell, Joshua John…
#Bradley Gregg#Class of 1999#James McIntire#John P. Ryan#Joshua John Miller#Lee Arenberg#Malcolm McDowell#Mark L. Lester#Pam Grier#Patrick Kilpatrick#Rose McGowan#Sean Gregory Sullivan#Stacy Keach#Traci Lind
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Showdown in Little Tokyo
Summary: Japan-raised American cop Chris Kenner (Dolph Lundgren) is partnered with Japanese-American cop Johnny Murata (Brandon Lee) and bond over a love of martial arts in time for an investigation into the yakuza.
Funnier than and as OTT as expected for early 1990s actioner. Also well-balanced two-hander; Lee almost runs away with film.
Rating: 3.75/5
Photo credit: azmovies.net
#showdown in little tokyo#1991#mark l lester#action#comedy#Dolph Lundgren#Brandon Lee#3.75#film reviews#film review#twenty-words-or-less#twol
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Your reminder that Commando is Mark Lester’s more restrained film.
Class of 1999 (Mark L. Lester, 1990)
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The Base (1999)
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Firestarter (1984)| Episode 402
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Firestarter (1984)| Episode 402
Jim discusses n adaptation of a popular Stephen King novel from 1984 – “Firestarter,” starring Drew Barrymore, David Keith, Freddie Jones, George C. Scott, Heather Locklear, Martin Sheen, Louise Fletcher, Art Carney, and Moses Gunn. Produced by Dino De Laurentis and Directed by Mark L. Lester, the film focuses on an 8-year-old girl and her father who both have special abilities that a secret government agency wants to know more about. It’s full of action and intrigue as the two try to escape. Find out more on this episode of MONSTER ATTACK!, The Podcast Dedicated To Old Monster Movies.
#Art Carney#David Keith#Dedicated To Old Monster Movies#Dino De Laaurentis#Drew Barrymore#Firestarter#Freddie Jones#George C. Scott#Heather Locklear#Jim Adams#Louise Fletcher#Mark L Lester#Martin Sheen#Monster Attack!#Moses Gunn#Stephen King#The ESO Network
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EXORCIST VENGEANCE (2021) Reviews and now free to watch on YouTube
‘God help everyone’ Exorcist Vengeance is a 2021 British-American supernatural possession horror film about a tough priest called upon to defeat a demon. Directed by Scott Jeffrey (Rats Reborn; Bad Nun: Deadly Vows; Don’t Speak; Cupid; ClownDoll) and Rebecca Matthews (Witches of Amityville Academy; The Candy Witch; Pet Graveyard) from a screenplay written by Matthew B.C. (Medusa: Queen of the…
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#2021#Exorcist Vengeance#full free movie on YouTube#horror#Mark L Lester#movie film#Nicola Wright#Rebecca Matthews#review reviews#Robert Bronzi#Sarah Alexandra Marks#Scott Jeffrey#Steven Berkoff
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On November 23, 1984, Firestarter debuted in Denmark.
Here's some new Drew Barrymore art!
#firestarter#mark l. lester#drew barrymore#horror#horror film#horror. ovies#horror art#supernatural horror#stephen king#stephen king movies#80s horror#1980s#movies#film#supernatural thriller#movie art#art#drawing#movie history#pop art#modern art#pop surrealism#cult movies#portrait#cult film
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#CLASS OF 1999#post apocalyptic#scifi#horror#VHS#1990#Mark L. Lester#pam grier#malcolm mcdowell#patrick kilpatrick#stacy keach#John P. Ryan#Bradley Gregg
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You belong to Ambrose I (poly!Sinclairs x f!reader)
Hey everyone, I'm happy to finally post the first part of this imagine.
I really hope you'll enjoy it <3
Warnings: no proof reading, a few strong words, angst, dangerous!Lester, mentions of violence, blood and murders, morally grey reader.
“Hey, mom, what do you think Ambrose looks like now?” you heard yourself asking your mother without even meaning to.
The woman sent you a quick glance before her attention went back on the food she was preparing on the kitchen table.
“Why?” she sternly asked back and you tried to shrug it off, no matter how embarrassed you were starting to feel about the whole conversation you just brought up.
“Don’t know. I’m just planning a road trip with friends and we’ll go close back to where Ambrose is…was. I noticed it wasn’t even marked on maps anymore” you explained and your mother hummed
“Then you got your answer. Ambrose must be gone.” she said “Like the brothers you used to love so much” she replied and sent you another look, as you glanced down at your lap, in shame.
You should have known better than to talk about Ambrose to your mother. The woman had always wanted to pretend it had been a terrible nightmare.
“Mom…” you whispered
“I’ve never understood why you were so fond of them. Your dad either. They were a terrible influence on you. I’m happy you decided to burn the bridges with them and that you never went back to Ambrose. There was nothing for you there. And those people were troublesome and violent and… freaks. You deserved way better than them.” she continued and you resisted the urge to take their defence. They weren’t freaks, they were… a great part of your life and now a great hole inside your chest. “What was their name again?” your mother asked.
“Sinclairs” you instantly replied before biting your tongue
“Ah yes. Well, I’m glad you didn’t become one” she continued and you frowned at that.
“What do you mean, mom?” you wondered with a tilt of your head
“The eldest one, when he came back to Ambrose after his mother died and that he was sent away for a few months, and before his dad died that same day, he looked for you. He knocked at our door. Thank God you were away with your dad then. I told him to go away and he assured me that he would never go away from you, and that you would become his wife one day too.”
“His… wife” you whispered, your heart aching.
Bo was indeed often speaking about marrying you and sharing you with his brothers, but you always thought there were only words; the Sinclairs never really planned out their future. Bo was too obsessed with cars and getting free from his family to care about anything else. Vincent was too focused on his art. Lester was just a lost kid wandering into the woods late at night. You hadn’t thought they were actually seeing you as their future. You always appeased Bo, you always brought Vincent back to reality, you always helped Lester feel like he was part of something.
“To be honest” your mom resumed and your attention went back on her “with the amount of time you were spending with him and his brothers, I was really worried you would agree on doing something that stupid. And even though you left Ambrose heartbroken and sobbing, I’m happy something happened between you, him and his twin, that day. I don’t know what it is, but I knew it convinced you to leave.” she continued and you didn’t answer. The memory of that day was still burning you to the core.
You had been so happy so see Bo and later on, Vincent. You had run into their arms and they had hugged you with fierce love. You were all planning on getting Lester back too.
And then, Bo killed his dad and Vincent told you he was going to continue the House of Wax, the way his mother always did. You knew about the murders, you knew people were beneath the wax, but you never said anything because you loved the boys. And despite how an awful mother Trudy was, she liked you. You were a girl, and she could finally chat around with what looked like a daughter to her. Victor was also a little more careful around you. You were loved by the Sinclairs, and they couldn’t explain it; it just happened.
But their love was dark and violent, and you couldn’t agree to live like that; you couldn’t stay in Ambrose when everything was dying around and you couldn’t live from murders. You promised yourself to never betray your boys, but at the same time, you left with your parents without a goodbye. You knew that if you decided to go see the twins one last time, they would convince you to stay and it couldn’t happen. You never recovered from the fact you didn’t see Lester again before leaving and you hoped Bo had been able to bring him back home. You were certain he did though, because his people were the only thing that mattered to him.
You were about to leave the kitchen when your mother called your name and you turned around, with a raised eyebrow, silently asking her what she wanted.
“Do me a favour and stay away from Ambrose during your little road trip, okay?” she said with a hint of concern in her voice
“You said yourself that there is nothing there anymore anyways” you replied, a little bit surprised by your mother’s attitude
“I know but… I don’t want you to tempt the devil” she replied and you only found yourself nodding.
You wondered if by the devil she meant Bo.
Bo knelt in front of a woman he just killed. She was the last one of the group and he was glad about it because he felt quite tired now. It was too hot today to play hide and seek with assholes. At least, the night was already casting its shadows around Ambrose and bringing with it a little bit of fresh air. Bo looked down at the woman, tilting his head to the side as he watched the pretty necklace she had around her neck. It was slightly covered in blood but he was pretty sure he could wash it without trouble. It looked expensive; he was certain the glitter coming from beneath the blood was a little diamond. He took it off her body without a care and pocketed it before Vincent could use this jewel on his next wax statue.
“Y/N would’ve liked it” Bo hummed to himself before sadly sighting. His throat tightened as always when he was saying your name out loud.
Whenever he was spotting something that reminded him of you, he was always grabbing it and putting it away, in a box filled with gifts for you. He never stopped hoping that one day he would be able to give you this box. You would realise how much you were loved then; but so far it only happened in his dreams. And yet, he was thinking about you everyday of his life and he still believed you would come back home one day. He was certain you were meant to be a Sinclair; even his parents were liking you so it had to mean something. He missed you so much, he missed your laugh and he missed the way you loved his brothers and himself. Ambrose was empty without you. Life had always been shit, but your absence was torture. He had thought that after a few years, the pain would subside, but it really didn’t. It often felt like it was actually growing up inside his chest. You left with a piece of themselves, you left with the only sun and happiness the boys truly felt. He knew his brothers were feeling the same, because everytime they were all eating together at night, the conversation always ended on what you became. And on why you never came back.
They could guess you were disapproving of the killing, but they couldn’t stand the idea that maybe you got scared of them. They couldn’t even say it out loud; you were the only thing they would never have hurt.
Bo sighted again as he grabbed the woman by her ankles and he started to pull her to the house. Vincent came upstairs when he heard a body being dragged on the floor and he helped his twin out. Vincent could tell by the look in Bo’s eyes that he was thinking about you. It was the only moment Bo was utterly silent too, lost in thoughts.
Vincent couldn’t blame him. He had hundreds of books filled with drawings of you. Whenever he thought that he would never hear your voice again, never feel your touch on his skin anymore, Vincent was drawing you. He was certain you existed that way, and he was certain he would never forget about what you looked like, even if he knew your figure and face were carved inside his chest and brain. You used to caress the bad side of his face and to remind him he was handsome, even in front of Trudy or Victor. You had never been afraid to show yourself with “the freak”. And his skin felt so dry and painful now your fingers hadn’t traced it in years.
The twins worked in utter silence and none of them felt hungry that night, so they went to bed earlier than usual. None of them slept actually, simply staring at the ceiling or at the wall, wondering where you were and if you were happy… without them. They wanted you to be happy as much as they wanted you to be miserable without them, because it was their only chance you would one day come back home.
Lester wasn’t better than the twins. And if Bo fucked with some girls, Lester just couldn’t even think about touching someone else than you. It felt wrong to him. He promised you he was yours and only yours after all. He had always enjoyed how a little bit possessive you were with the three of them. Lester wasn’t certain of a lot of things, but he knew he belonged to you. You had always loved them equally, giving them the love they were all craving so much.
You were always in Lester’s mind. He was always hoping to find you among a group of tourists, to be fair. He never stopped looking for you and hoping to see you again. You belonged to them too, so he couldn’t understand how you could live away from them. And he knew that if he ever found you again, he wouldn’t hesitate to lock you up somewhere if it meant keeping you by his side. Forever.
And he was certain that the twins were thinking the same. They lost you once, they wouldn’t allow it to happen again.
But for that… he needed to find you first.
And every morning and every night, he promised himself he would. Out of the three, he was the one who was the most certain he could get you back home, no matter if you wanted it or not. You were his little goddess, so he was certain that at some point you would come close to Ambrose again… and he would stumble upon you… and he would get you home. You would become the divinity of Ambrose once again, and everything would be alright.
One day, luck seemed to be on his side.
The closer you drove to Ambrose, the more you recognised the roads. Your mother’s words never stopped echoing inside your head and at some point, you turned the wheel so you wouldn't get too close to the place. A part of you wanted to drive right back to it; you even felt a little pang when you took the opposite path. You wanted to be back home more than anything, but you were too afraid of what would await you there. You even believed that the twins would be so mad at you, they would kill you and turn you into a wax statue so you couldn’t leave anymore without saying goodbye.
You found a little campsite and you all decided to spend the evening and night there. You forced yourself to focus on your people so you could forget about the Sinclairs. Another part of you was begging you to leave this place and to drive as far as possible away from Ambrose. You had no idea which parts of you were stronger.
You realised you didn’t have enough food for tonight so you and another girl took the car to find a shop nearby. It was late so a lot of them were close and you had to admit, you shivered in fear when your friend showed you the only store open 24/7 in the area. It was very close to Ambrose; little did you know that it was actually the town Lester was living in. You tried to not show anything as you drove to the store. You crossed your fingers to not run into any of the Sinclairs before you thought how stupid this was. The boys wouldn’t be there, and they might even be dead because of their way of life. And you were a lucky girl, something like that couldn’t happen to you.
Even if something inside of you was bubbling in excitement and hope.
As you entered the store, a man was leaving it. He moved to the side to let you come in and as you were about to thank him, your eyes met his and widened.
Lester.
You tried to move past him, hoping he wouldn’t have recognised you or that he would hate you enough to let you go easily. But you were a fool. He instantly grabbed your wrist as he whispered your name, bringing you back to him. He was in trance. He couldn’t believe the day finally came. Your friend frowned, wondering what was going on. She placed an arm around your shoulder to show you support
“Can you let go of her, buddy?” she calmly said and Lester instantly obeyed, not wanting to cause a scene. He put his hands in front of him in defence.
“Sorry. Hi, Y/N, ‘s been a long time” he hummed, looking for your eyes.
“Hi, Les. Sorry, but we’re a bit in a hurry here, we’ll chat another time, hmm?” you said, hoping to get out of this discussion as fast as possible. Goosebumps littered his skin at the sound of your voice calling him by his nickname.
You were surprised when Lester simply smiled and nodded. You noticed his grin didn’t reach his eyes though and you suppressed a shiver. You knew you were in trouble, especially with him letting you go so easily. Even more when he cheerfully said as you turned your back to him “See you soon, darl”
Lester settled in his truck and waited for you and your friend to get out of the store. He dialled his big brother’s number with a light in his eyes. It was the first time in so long he felt like he was finally alive. He was certain things were finally going to be good.
“‘S up, Les?” Bo hummed at the other side of the line, always answering his phone very fast whenever his brothers needed him
“She’s here.” Lester simply said because he was too happy and excited to say anything else.
“What are ya talkin’ ‘bout, kid?” Bo asked, not wanting to get some false hope.
“Y/N. She’s at the store. She’s with a friend. Gonna follow them, I’ll send ya their location… And we’ll bring her home tonight”
It was a promise.
And a threat.
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PART II
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