#New York thriller

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La Mano dell’Orologiaio di Jeffery Deaver: il ritorno del nemico storico di Lincoln Rhyme. Recensione di Alessandria today

Jeffery Deaver confeziona un thriller mozzafiato tra terrorismo, misteri e una sfida contro il tempo.

Jeffery Deaver confeziona un thriller mozzafiato tra terrorismo, misteri e una sfida contro il tempo. La Mano dell’Orologiaio, ultimo capitolo della celebre serie di Lincoln Rhyme, è una perfetta dimostrazione del talento narrativo di Jeffery Deaver. Con una trama avvincente e intricata, il libro immerge il lettore in un’indagine serrata che intreccia terrorismo, intrighi economici e vendetta…

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Trivia for Rear Window (1954) dir Alfred Hitchcock

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The Warriors (1979)  directed by Walter Hill

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A Quiet Place: Day One (2024)

Dir. Michael Sarnoski

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I scream every time I watch this. our Nina Sayers. 🦢✧

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Have a Heart (A Thrilling Tale) Pt 1

A/N: It's almost Halloween, so here's a short story to set the mood. The only question is whether this piece is a thriller? A Romance? Horror? I'll leave that up for interpretation. ;) Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments below. I hope you enjoy it!

I almost killed him, but his presence almost became the death of me. Like most experiences that one can never forget, our encounter happened in the middle of the night. I'd been terrified to drive alone in the dark, seeing as I'd received my license only a month ago. The coming of age films always depicted driving as a rate of passage and freedom, but for me it was quite the opposite. I always feared the uneasiness of having the power to severely injure or kill someone with the vehicle that supposedly was meant to bring me liberty. 

That's why I thought I would go into cardiac arrest when I saw his slim figure crossing the road. I slammed my brakes so fast that I thought I'd run him over. My heart was pounding in my ears, and I thought I was going to be sick. That was until I saw my supposed victim grinning devilishly at me through the glass.

“Don't you know the rules of the road?  Look both ways before you pass," said the young man, slowly moving away from the shadow and towards my window. Rather than look like a terrified deer in headlights after almost losing his life, he looked rather amused at the entire situation.

“Gosh!” I said, clutching my heart, feeling as if it was about to leap out of my chest.

With an obnoxious grin plastered on his face, the man pointed to a sign behind him that read: “Pedestrian Crossing”. 

“I think I'm very much in my right to be here. It's you perhaps that should be more careful. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're running from something,” he replied slyly.

I glanced over at the sign. As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. I failed to notice the warning.

“Ugh! I’m sorry,” I said with a sigh. “I'm a new driver. Traveling at night isn't my strong suit. Sometimes, I drive a little quicker when I'm nervous."

“Glad to know you're not running from the cops,” the man said. The amusement in his voice was unsettling.

My eyes widened at his words, “No! Do I look like a criminal to you?”

The man leaned in closer, and his green eyes squinted as he studied me, which made my heart rate quicken.

“I don't know. it's hard to tell what's truly inside a person's heart,” he said in a tone that made it difficult to discern if he was serious or joking.

Then he laughed, “But it's even harder to determine when you have such unusual passengers in your front seat,”  he said, motioning to the spot on my right.

I couldn't help but let out a nervous chuckle. I had a box of baby dolls in the seat next to me, which were admittedly very creepy. In the commotion, some of them had been flung out of the container and onto the seat and floor.

“They're my younger sister's dolls. I'm supposed to meet up with her this weekend, so I gathered up all the toys she left at my house to bring them back to her,”  I responded. I wasn’t sure what led me to open up to this intriguing stranger so easily.

“Mmmm. I see,” he said with a nod. As he did so, droplets of water landed upon my window. That's when I noticed that his dark brown hair was wet, despite the obvious lack of rain in the near vicinity.

Taken aback, I asked him, "Why are you soaking wet?”

He shrugged nonchalantly and replied, "I went for a swim.”

“In the middle of the night?” I asked, flabbergasted.

“Why not? It's the quietest time of day, " he replied, as if it were the most obvious thing ever.

“Everyone avoids the local pond at night simply because it's dark outside. It's still the same pond. It's not like nightfall is suddenly going to transform it into a completely new location,”  he said matter of factly, as if he'd rehearsed this response in his head so many times. I didn't doubt that he had because I was certain that many people were quick to judge his unusual behavior.

“I guess, " I said, still not entirely convinced. “Aren't you scared of drowning?”

“Frankly I don't believe death by drowning is my greatest concern at the moment, " he replied, eyeing my car with mirth.

Despite the cool weather, I felt my face grow warm, as he was obviously alluding to his recent brush with death at my hands

“Where were you headed in such a hurry?” he asked as the stupid smirk grew upon his face.

I sighed and replied, "There's a local Japanese market around the corner that is open pretty late. Like I mentioned, I'm seeing my sister in a few days and wanted to buy her some mochi, but by now, the shop is probably closed.”

I laid my head down on the steering wheel in frustration.

“Gosh! Today just isn't my day is it?” I said in exasperation.

“It probably wouldn't help to point out that it's still technically night time is it?” the guy said cheekily, clearly attempting to lighten the mood.

I gave him a side eye. “Shut up or I'm going to regret not running you over with this car,” I said, attempting to sound annoyed, but it was evident that his smart remarks succeeded in making me laugh.

He chuckled and looked boldly at me in the eye. “How about this? You owe me for almost killing me. I live about five minutes from here. If you give me a ride home, I have something you can give to your sister to make up for it, " he replied.

"What?” I asked in confusion. “How do I know I can trust you? No offense, but you were swimming at the pond in the middle of the night. If that's not psychopathic behavior, I don't know what is.”

“Says the woman with the creepy baby dolls in her front seat,”  he replied, almost flirtatiously. If I was anyone else, his charm might have worked, but I was always wary of opening my heart up to strangers.

“Hey, now! I told you they weren't mine!” I said, indignantly. 

“I know. I know,” he exclaimed putting his hands up defensively. “They belong to your sister, which is why you should give me a ride home. I can help you with your predicament. I swear I'm not going to eat you alive."

He shrugged with a smile, "I would have already done so if that were the case. Besides, I can whip up a better meal than that. I'm somewhat of a culinary master.”

“Really?” I said, raising my eyebrows in surprise. “I never would have guessed.”

“Do you wear your entire personality on your sleeve? Not everything about a person is what meets the eye after all," he said, with a wink.

I sighed, “You got me there.”

I pointed to the back seat. “Fine! I'll give you a ride. I guess I do owe you one, but if you show any sign of funny business, I'm kicking you out,” I said, giving him a stern look.

 The man smirked for what seemed to be the tenth time that night. “Oh, so you do have a heart,” he said, as his eyes twinkled. 

I rolled my eyes good naturedly and unlocked the back door of my car. He sat directly behind me, and I could see his chocolate colored locks through my peripheral vision. Once he told me the directions to his house and secured his seatbelt, I started the engine and began to drive, much more cautiously this time.

As his mysterious green eyes made contact with my brown ones through the rearview mirror, I felt my heart race increase. Instantly, I knew that despite the short distance, this was going to be a long drive.

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Cover llustrations for the New york Times Book review about the Stephen King review of "All the Sinners Bleeds" by S. A Cosby. Thank you so much AD James Blue and Alvaro Dominguez

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"Evil spelled backwards is live." "You're a corny fuck, you know that?"

Summer of Sam, 1999.

Dir. Spike Lee | Writ. Victor Colicchio, Michael Imperioli & Spike Lee | DOP Ellen Kuras

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Taxi Driver (1976, Martin Scorsese)

28/01/2024

Taxi Driver is a 1976 film directed by Martin Scorsese, written by Paul Schrader and starring Robert De Niro. Set after the Vietnam War in New York, it is about a vigilante with neo-noir and psychological detective elements.

The screenwriter Paul Schrader stated that he was inspired for the film's themes by European existentialism and in particular by Jean-Paul Sartre's Nausea and Albert Camus' The Stranger, as well as by the story of Arthur Bremer, who attempted in 1972 to assassinate Democratic US presidential candidate George Wallace. Particularly notable is the performance of Robert De Niro, defined by the American journalist Robert Kolker as "the last of the noir heroes in the noisiest world imaginable". The very young Jodie Foster won two BAFTAs in 1977 as Best New Actress and Best Supporting Actress (also for Bugsy Malone).

The film won the Palme d'Or at the 29th Cannes Film Festival in 1976 and was nominated for four Academy Awards, including the Best Film category in 1977. The American Film Institute placed it 52nd among the 100 best films of all time, while it ranked 17th on the list of the 500 best films in history according to the British magazine Empire. In 2012 it was placed in 31st place, ex aequo with The Godfather - Part II, in the ranking of the best films of all time drawn up by critics and published by the English magazine Sight and Sound, while in that drawn up by directors it found itself in fifth place. In 1994 it was chosen for preservation in the National Film Registry of the United States Library of Congress.

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https://society6.com/art/brain-smile8890419

Check out the new designs on Society6!

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"There's no rhyme or reason to this life."

JOHN WICK (2014) dir. Chad Stahelski

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From Instagram @hulu. James Marsden and Sterling K Brown present their new thriller series created by Dan Fogman at Disney Upfront 2024.

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OK Special Effects is such a fun movie. The New York locations are great, and the apartment sets are terrific. But so far, what I love the most is the cab driver who picks up the murder victim's husband who's running from the cops. The husband says he's going "sightseeing" after running out of an apartment on Bleecker Street. The cab driver asks him if he wants to go find a hooker, also that he could almost certainly find sex for free. Husband says, "No girls." So the cab driver says, "You want me to drop you off at a gay bar? No judgment." Husband says no. He wants to find the notorious filmmaker's place. The cab driver CALLS DISPATCH to find out where the guy's apartment is. Then he asks, "You sure you don't want me to drop you off to see some female impersonators? There's a great fan dance show."

Bless the old school cab driver, stock character of all time.

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The Warriors (1979)  directed by Walter Hill

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On October 15, 1984, Body Double premiered in New York City.

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Civil War (2024, Alex Garland)

5/25/24