#With Beauty and Sorrow

[celluloidrainbow]

美しさと哀しみと | WITH BEAUTY AND SORROW (1965) dir. Masahiro Shinoda When Ōki, the man who seduced the famous painter Otoko as a teenager and then wrote a bestselling novel about it, reappears in her life, Otoko's pupil and lover Keiko hatches a plot to destroy the man and his family from the inside, starting with Ōki himself and moving to his son, Taichiro. Based on the novel Beauty and Sadness by Yasunari Kawabata. (link in title)

[byneddiedingo]

Mariko Kaga in With Beauty and Sorrow (Masahiro Shinoda, 1965) Cast: Kaoru Yachigusa, Mariko Kaga, So Yamamura, Kei Yamamoto, Misako Watanabe, Haruko Sugimura. Screenplay: Nobuo Yamada, based on a novel by Yasunari Kawabata. Cinematography: Masao Kosugi. Art direction: Junichi Osumi. Film editing: Yoshi Sugihara, Music: Toru Takemitsu. Some mannered acting and stagy blocking mars Masahiro Shinoda's otherwise involving With Beauty and Sorrow, a revenge drama that doesn't quite transcend its genre. Toshio Oki (So Yamamura), a womanizing novelist whose wife just barely puts up with his extramarital exploits, once had an affair with the young artist Otoko Ueno (Kaoru Yachigusa). She became pregnant but lost the baby at birth, and suffered severe psychological trauma. Now she lives with a young woman, Keiko (Mariko Kaga), her student and her lover. Otoko has recovered her emotional stability, and even agrees to meet Oki when he telephones her on a visit to Kyoto, sending Keiko to his hotel to take him to the restaurant where they will reunite. But Keiko is, as even Otoko suggests, a little "crazy," and after the meeting begins to plot ways to bring about her lover's revenge on Oki. Eventually, this involves Keiko's seducing not only Oki but also his son, Taichiro (Kei Yamamoto), a graduate student of medieval Japanese history, with predictably disastrous consequences. Old pro So Yamamura is excellent as Oki, and it's good to see the great Haruko Sugimura, veteran of many films by Shinoda's mentor, Yasujiro Ozu, in the small part of Otoko's mother. But the younger actors, particularly Kaga and Yamamoto, turn what might have been an affecting portrayal of doomed characters into melodrama. The film benefits from Toru Takemitsu's score, though it sometimes feels a bit at odds with the soap-operatic events on screen.

[egophiliac]

What do you think of Rook's savanaclaw card? <333

I didn't get him (and I need to save my keys for Silver's birthday, sob) so I looked up his groovy, and I'm not over how incredibly dramatic and epic and cool it looks in direct contrast to the absolutely ridiculous context. just look at that dynamic action and his majestic sparkling tears and keep in mind that this is pretty much right after a bunch of characters have been dance battling for his soul.

and then even the actual moment of the groovy is just like

this is NOT a negative in the slightest, I love it all, this truly was an incredible update in so many ways

[zegalba]

Frédéric Molenac: Lady of Sorrows (2024)

[exposingmyveins]

my pillows have felt more sorrow from me than any person will ever know.

v. || exposingmyveins

[strwbrryfire]

we were born to be national treasures

or, 8104 (taylor's version) — willow / i'm only me when i'm with you / mary's song (oh my my my)

[sagent-of-chaos]

orange knobs

[bedforddanes75]

hello how have i never seen this before i need to bite him

[acknowledgetheabsurd]

I understand your discouragements, your sorrows...  If you can't write anymore, do what you want, I will always understand. Of course, it will be sad on days without you. But I trust and love you. Don't let yourself go too far into inertia though. Don't forget me completely. In any case, give up your imaginations about your platitudes or your wrongdoings. I want your letters and I am only looking for the palpitation, the flame, the impetus. I am looking for the signs, the secret that runs through your beautiful face.

Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, February 9, 1950 [#181]

[sirenspells]

Mari jumpscare

More experimenting with characters' hair. Also gave her a beauty mark for fun :3 (her headspace counterpart not having one is intentional)

[daddy-long-legssss]

All My Own Stunts

Josh [Homme] comes and sings on this one. He’s very dominant, his voice. When you record his voice it just sort of leaps out, it’s great. What else can I tell you about that one? It’s got another reference to cowboy films. It just says, “I’ve been watching cowboy films on gloomy afternoons” which were something I were doing at the time. It’s also where we let ourselves have a bit of a wig-out.

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[mikefrawley]

Your Beautiful Innocence

One day you'll find all you've been looking for even if you can't yet see it, love is always true she's ever searching for kind and gentle spirits and she could find no one more worthy than you Yes there have certainly been dark days indeed when weary eyes perceived no trace of light yet even in the many lost and lonely moments your beautiful innocence was shining bright So please remember though it may hurt today and you fear you will find no end to your sorrow love will surely reach you when the time is right and lift you up to a kinder and gentler tomorrow

[kankuroplease]

Tenko's child was born before Madara's (Riki) child or after, in fact it is a girl or a boy. or both !? Or you don't know 😅

Tenko and Wakaba would have a very pretty son named Toshiie. I haven’t decided if he’d be older or younger than Riki, yet

BUT I do know if Tenko had the first born grandchild and it was a boy, the pressure would worsen for everyone else to have a son too 💀

[hysterix-gremlin]

⋆ 🦢 ⋆ 𝒫𝓇ℯ𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝓌𝒽ℯ𝓃 𝒾 𝒸𝓇𝓎

[tchaikovskym]

Howl's moving castle movie did a lot of things differently, but I think I should point out that Howl had full on cool as hell wizard spells/battles in the book, that, in my humble opinion, beat the whole bird war thing

I mean:

Howl’s arms moved, heavily, as if he was lifting a large weight, until they were raised high above his head. He shouted out a strange word, which was half hidden in a crack of sudden thunder. And the scarecrow went soaring away.

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Sophie and Michael looked too, and found a huge cloud boiling and twisting just above the chimney tops. It was black and rotating on itself violently. White flashes that were not quite like light stabbed through the murk of it. But almost as soon as Michael and Sophie arrived, the clot of magic took on the shape of a misty bundle of fighting snakes. Then it tore in two with a noise like an enormous cat fight. One part sped yowling across the roofs and out to sea, and the second went screaming after it.

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A ball of pale fire rolled lazily up in the distance. It must have been enormous. The bang that went with it only reached the watchers when the fireball had become a spreading tower of smoke. The line of people all winced at the blunt thunder of it. They watched the smoke spread until it became part of the mist on the marshes. They went on watching after that. But there was simply peace and silence. The wind rattled the marsh weeds, and birds began to dare to cry again.

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Howl only needed to take one look. He stood up in a hurry. He held out one hand and spoke a sentence of those words that lost themselves in claps of thunder. Plaster fell from the ceiling. Everything trembled. But the stick vanished and Howl stepped back with a small, hard, black thing in his hand. [...] He held the black thing between both palms and pushed his hands together. The Witch’s old heart crumbled into black sand, and soot, and nothing.

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The room turned dim. Huge, cloudy, human-looking shapes bellied up in all four corners and advanced on Sophie and Michael, howling as they came. The howls began as moaning horror, and went up to despairing brays, and then up again to screams of pain and terror. Sophie pressed her hands to her ears, but the screams pressed through her hands, louder and louder still, more horrible every second. (this is from when howl got mad abt sophie messing with his shampoos and indirectly making him ginger btw)

[code31-onthedancefloor]

what do you think dros was thinking when he first saw the phasmid? was he experiencing wonder; serenity? did he feel the world was still playing sick tricks on him: did he believe he was going insane from isolation and this was one of the symptoms? was it helplessness - that even though this miracle of nature stood before him, his beliefs prevented him from telling anyone about it? did the phasmid stand over iosef, watching him watch martinaise through his scope? did he feel her eyes on him for hours, until he forgot the eyes and the pheromones burnt a hole in his brain where she used to be? is he in a kind of grief over her absence in his head? is it a coincidence that the character who is most unable to move on from his past is on an island where the only other living being tells the player to turn from the ruin and move forward? that the most self-appraisingly noble and hopeless of causes has looked at the future for too long, and it is destroying him...