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Crítica | O Bastardo

Estreia nos cinemas o filme O Bastardo, um drama de época protagonizado por Mads Mikkelsen. Distribuído pela Pandora Filmes, o longa conta a história de um soldado e explorador dinamarquês. #OBastardo #PandoraFilmes #dramahistórico #cinema

Estreia nos cinemas o filme O Bastardo, um drama de época protagonizado por Mads Mikkelsen. O longa, distribuído pela Pandora Filmes, conta a história de um soldado e explorador dinamarquês. A trama gira em torno de Ludvig Kahlen (Mikkelsen), um homem com ambição que explorou e cultivou a selvagem Jutlândia da Dinamarca, que agora compreende a grande maioria do país, em meados do século 18. O…

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PANDORA'S BOX | Die Büchse der Pandora dir. Georg Wilham Pabst | 1929

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AVA GARDNER in PANDORA AND THE FLYING DUTCHMAN — 1951, dir. Albert Lewin

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Pandora's Box (1929), Dir. G. W. Pabst

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Louise Brooks

Die Büchse der Pandora (1929)

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November 🤭 (I know I skipped Halloween and that’s crime but trust it will be made up for)

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Three instead of two fingers run along his forehead, down the bridge of his nose and up to his forehead again – leaving stripes in the color of the sun on the places they've touched. Black follows soon after, drawn along the existing yellow lines, mirroring the path of the bioluminescence freckles on his cheekbones (though painted along them, not over them since it is considered sloppy for paint to interfere or cover the bioluminescent markings of man or animal). Index and middle finger dip into the almost gooey yellow substance again to draw a straight line from his lower lip down to his chin – the corners of his mouth turn up, a beautiful smile gracing his features. You feel something brush along your right leg, creeping its way up until it wraps around your thigh – his tail, pulling you closer by a few inches. Either of you are aware of the implication the next drawn lines will hold, of the changes Tsu'tey took in the iconography of his war paintings so that you could be part of it, included like you were included into the clan and became one of the people a few nights ago.

Tsu'tey takes the bowl of white paint and holds it infront of you. He gives you an encouraging smile as you let both of your hands be covered in the color of his bioluminescence freckles, before carefully placing them on his pectorals. You look up at him shyly and ask: "Like this?"

"Yeah.", he whispers, softly like the dayspring upon morning, when the moon sleeps and the stars rest to let the sun be the brightest one in the sky, so it can shine its light on every being like a breath of fresh air. "Yeah, Like this", he says again, a calloused blue hand gently taking hold of your left wrist, squeezing it, pushing it harder against the place where his heart is – the corners of his mouth lifting into a big, mushy grin that makes the inside of your stomach feel like every butterfly in the world has moved there.

"I love you, yawntu.", you gasp and he catches it in his mouth. You´ve never – he never sai–

It´s soft, so impossibly soft, more of a peck than a kiss and ends way too soon. The hand not holding yours to his heart, which has started beating very fast, cradles the back of your head, fingers carding through your hair. His nose brushes along your forehead, down your temple, eventually nudging your own and rubbing the tip of his nose against yours affactionately. You feel a few lone tears run down your cheeks when you finally reciprocate, a whispered I love you too that he also catches in his mouth. Warmth consumes you as you lean into the kiss. His lips undeniably smooth against your own, his tongue asking for entrance which you easily allow. You feel a soft tickle of his breath, fingers still carding through your hair as you breathe each other in.

"I wanted to say it first.", you say dejectedly after it all ends, a puff of a chuckle hitting the top of your head. "We can say it too each other all the time, there´s no competition." You feel the vibrations of his words on you and bury your face into his chest, arms curling aorund him.

"I love you, Tsu'tey.", you mumble into his chest and he purrs and it´s like a soft whisper that soothes ones troubled mind.

"And I love you, ma´yawntu.", he mumbles into the crown of your head and you laugh and it´s like a gentle breeze that sweeps away life´s worries.

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You still blush in the colour that his love gives you everytime your gaze lands on his pectorals – on the war painting, though a little smudged now, and the hands, your hands, that are adorning it. Small in comparision to the two Na´vi hands normally decorating almost his entire upper body. Eywa, how you feel blessed to be allowed to take part in this ceremonial undertaking, blessed to be allowed to live here on this alien planet, blessed to have found the one for you.

If you’re wondering, I’ve changed my name from fixmyfeathers to love-daesy. <3

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AVA GARDNER Pandora and the Flying Dutchman (1951)

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ithink ive red all oef it btu m y chtps rnt finished #misery

wa8t no don't b sad :(

the makeup artist tilts mary’s chin up with two fingers dusts powder over her cheekbones like she’s painting on something that already exists like she’s making art out of something that was already a masterpiece pandora watches from her chair hands gripping the armrests so tight her nails leave little crescent moons in the leather mary doesn’t notice or if she does she doesn’t care she’s laughing at something the director said tilting her head back in that way that makes her look effortless like she was made for the camera like she was born with a spotlight already burning behind her eyes

action the clapperboard snaps shut mary turns to pandora with that expression soft open like something fragile like something secret just between them her fingers brush over pandora’s wrist warm lingering for half a second too long it’s electric it’s scripted it’s nothing but pandora swears she feels it in her ribs like a second heartbeat

cut mary pulls away with a grin shakes out her hair like she’s shaking off the scene already moving on already gone pandora is still standing there still caught in the moment like an insect in amber her pulse in her throat the taste of something bittersweet behind her teeth she swallows it down watches mary walk away watches her hug the cameraman watches her lean against the wall scrolling through her phone like she didn’t just look at pandora like that like she didn’t just whisper words that weren’t hers but felt too real anyway

later in the dressing room mary’s laughing again phone pressed to her ear voice warm sweet like she’s talking to someone she loves pandora watches her through the mirror feels something ugly curl up in her stomach something desperate something hungry

it was just a scene just a job just another love story told in thirty takes but pandora’s still holding onto the line still waiting for someone to yell cut

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lo'ak with his hair down >>>

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AVA GARDNER in PANDORA AND THE FLYING DUTCHMAN — 1951, dir. Albert Lewin

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AVATAR (2009) Dir. James Cameron & Jon Landau

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Louise Brooks in Die Büchse der Pandora (1929)

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Ava Gardner in Pandora and the Flying Dutchman (1951)

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Pandora and the Flying Dutchman (1951) dir. Albert Lewin

GEOFFREY FIELDING: The measure of love is what one is willing to give up for it. Who said that?