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alexlacquemanne · 11 months ago

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2023 in 12 movies (1 per months)

January

The Horse Whisperer (1998) directed by Robert Redford with Robert Redford, Kristin Scott Thomas, Scarlett Johansson, Sam Neil, Chris Cooper and Cherry Jones

[First Time]

February

L'Horloger de Saint-Paul (1974) directed by Bertrand Tavernier with Philippe Noiret, Jean Rochefort, Jacques Denis, Yves Afonso, Julien Bertheau and Jacques Hilling

[First Time]

March

The Fabelmans (2022) directed by Steven Spielberg with Gabriel LaBelle, Michelle Williams, Paul Dano, Seth Rogen, Keeley Karsten, Julia Butters and Judd Hirsch

[First Time]

April

The Third Man (1949) directed by Carol Reed with Joseph Cotten, Alida Valli, Orson Welles, Trevor Howard and Bernard Lee

[First Time]

May

The World, The Flesh and the Devil (1959) directed by Ranald MacDougall with Harry Belafonte, Inger Stevens and Mel Ferrer

[First Time]

June

La ciociara (1960) directed by Vittorio De Sica with Sophia Loren, Eleonora Brown, Jean-Paul Belmondo, Carlo Ninchi, Andrea Checchi and Pupella Maggio

[First Time]

July

Oppenheimer (2023) directed by Christopher Nolan with Cillian Murphy, Robert Downey Jr., Emily Blunt, Matt Damon, Florence Pugh, Josh Hartnett and Casey Affleck

[First Time]

August

Heat (1995) directed by Michael Mann with Al Pacino, Robert De Niro, Val Kilmer, Tom Sizemore, Diane Venora, Amy Brenneman, Dennis Haysbert, Donald Breedan and Ashley Judd

[First Time]

September

Catch Me If You Can (2002) directed by Steven Spielberg with Leonardo DiCaprio, Tom Hanks, Christopher Walken, Nathalie Baye, Amy Adams, Martin Sheen, James Brolin and Brian Howe

[First Time]

October

Le Grand Bain (2018) directed by Gilles Lellouche with Mathieu Amalric, Guillaume Canet, Benoît Poelvoorde, Jean-Hugues Anglade, Philippe Katerine, Félix Moati, Alban Ivanov, Balasingham Thamilchelvan, Virginie Efira et Leïla Bekhti

[First Time]

November

Fools Rush In (1997) directed by Andy Tennant with Matthew Perry, Salma Hayek, Jon Tenney, Carlos Gómez, Tomás Milián, Siobhan Fallon et John Bennett Perry

[First Time]

December

The Great Race (1965) directed by Blake Edwards with Tony Curtis, Natalie Wood, Jack Lemmon, Peter Falk, Keenan Wynn et Ross Martin

[First Time]

Honourable Mentions :

Airplane! (1980)

Duel (1972)

Les Sentiments (2003)

The Carpetbaggers (1964)

Scoop (2006)

Mon crime (2023)

To Have and Have Not (1944)

The Super Mario Bros. Movie (2023)

The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (1962)

臥虎藏龍 (2000)

The Glenn Miller Story (1954)

Le Dernier Voyage (2020)

Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid (1982)

L'ingorgo (1979)

Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989)

Adieu Gary (2008)

Conflict (1945)

Fahrenheit 451 (1966)

La Nuit américaine (1973)

Sorcerer (1977)

La Guerre des polices (1979)

Life of Pi (2012)

The Big Short (2015)

Le Hussard sur le toit (1995)

Excalibur (1981)

The Naked Gun: From the Files of Police Squad! (1988)

Bridget Jones’s Diary (2001)

Le Procès Goldman (2023)

Enter the Dragon (1973)

Matrimonio all'italiana (1964)

Chaplin (1992)

La Vie de château (1966)

Escape from Alcatraz (1979)

Au-delà des grilles (1949)

Second Tour (2023)

Le Couteau dans la plaie (1962)

The Eiger Sanction (1975)

JFK (1991)

Le Fugitif (1993)

Chef (2014)

Quai des Orfèvres (1947)

Appointment with Death (1988)

Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason (2004)

Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit (2005)

River of No Return (1954)

L'Assassinat du père Noël (1941)

Dances with Wolves (1990)

Die Glasbläserin (2016)

The Lion in Winter (1968)

Les Mystères de Paris (1962)

#2023 films #my top 12 #cinema #cinematography #the horse whisperer #l'horloger de saint paul #the fabelmans #the third man #the world the flesh and the devil #la ciociara #oppenheimer #heat #catch me if you can #le grand bain #fools rush in #the great race #films #movies of 2023 #bye 2023

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hybristoo · 5 years ago

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A Letter

Summary: Arthur gets a letter he’s been needing without knowing it.

Words: 2835

Thank you to @seeyouonadarkknight for helping me edit it!

Paper is made of the cellulose fibres in wood and grass. Ink is made of organic oils and plant dyes. In this sense, a letter is just the excrement of nature; an amalgam of years of linear evolution. Yet somehow, it could carry so much weight.

This was a truth Arthur Fleck came to know well as he stared at the conspicuous envelope perched in his mailbox. The angle of its corpus allowed him to see the large lettering on the front, written in fine cursive as though it was a letter from the President: To Penny Fleck. After a moment’s hesitation which suggested he thought it might vaporize should he touch it, Arthur pinched the envelope gently between his two hands.

“To Penny Fleck.”

The words were alien in his mouth, even as a murmur rather than a steadfast statement. When he had first seen the envelope he had instinctively assumed it to be another IOU or reminder from his therapist of the meeting this upcoming weekend. However, it was only when his eyes grazed the front that his fingers twitched back in protest.

In his head, there were a number of hums about the contents of this envelope but one blared louder than any other: Thomas Wayne. His mother was incessant about that man and every day she would ask the same question: Did you check the mail, Happy? He had figured his mother was simply too credulous or perhaps willfully ignorant of the unlikeliness of this Wayne figure paying his old maid any mind but now there was a glimmer of hope within him. Some good news to deliver in the midst of all the madness of the streets.

Arthur gently slid the envelope into the pocket of his jacket and walked towards the elevator.

By the time he got to his door, there had been enough excitement building up in his legs to put a pep in his step and a jerk to his lips. He opened the door almost ceremoniously, putting the groceries for the night’s supper on the floor with little regard. “I’m home, Ma.”

He stepped through the apartment briskly, manoeuvring himself into the bedroom where his mom had alighted on the bed. It just about looked as though she was going to ask him the question when he interrupted her. “I’ve got a letter for you.”

Penny’s face lit up like the sky on New Year’s eve. There were sparks flying from her eyes and colour to her cheeks. “From Thomas Wayne?” she inquired; a lilt of a question.

“I don’t know,” he hummed, handing her the envelope. He crawled onto the bed, kicking off his shoes in the process. Penny’s thumb stroked the cursive caption. Arthur pointed to the top of the letter. “No sender’s indicated, see?” He shifted, clearing his throat. “But it looks fancy, doesn’t it?”

Penny looked up at Arthur, strands of hair hovering over her eyes. There was longing in her eyes; a shy peace of mind daring to peek its head around the corner. She stuck her fingers under the seal, carefully undoing the adhesive. Both of them had their eyes glued to the envelope as Penny slowly extracted the letter from within. They held their breath as they unravelled it.

The first thing which struck Arthur was the lettering at the top in the same presidential writing as the front of the envelope, written in glittering red ink: Merry Christmas, Neighbor!

Arthur observed his mother’s face as it drooped the farther into the letter she came. Disappointment that it wasn’t, in fact, a letter from Thomas Wayne, which the title made abundantly clear. Penny’s expression tightened.

“Oh, Happy, isn’t that sweet?” she warbled, her voice retaining a positive quality. However, her expression said it all. “That nice girl, Y/N, from the floor above us is having a Christmas party for everyone.”

Penny handed him the letter. Arthur’s eyes skimmed through it. Sure enough, the letter said that they and every other tenant were invited to attend a shindig to celebrate Christmas on December 24th - Christmas Eve. Although at the bottom, in tiny, coy characters, as though it had been a last-minute afterthought, it said people not celebrating Christmas were also welcome to come.

Y/N. Arthur didn’t know of any Y/Ns - nor did he recognize the apartment number all that well - 505, only knowing it must be on the floor above them. However, this was scarcely unusual as he, like most tenants, had made no particular effort to get to know the others. There was very rarely any sort of events in the complex. Only the occasional meeting with the housing cooperative, but that was only in absolute emergencies which lead their announcement to be dreadful once they arrived.

This lead Arthur to believe “Y/N” must be a new tenant, unfamiliar with the unspoken rules and traditions of their condominium which stated you only ever interacted if you had to.

Arthur looked to his shyly smiling mother. “Yes, Ma, it is.”

When Christmas Eve arrived, the two Flecks did decide they would go to the gathering.

They never really enjoyed the festivities of Christmas. Not because they didn’t want to engage in it but because neither had the energy nor capital to do so. Since his 20th birthday, Arthur had only had a Christmas tree twice - one of which he got it for free. Usually, all that would happen was that Arthur would give his mother a thoughtful gift which would only be reciprocated with a similar gift half of the time - typically something home-made.

And Arthur was satisfied with that. It wasn’t the grandeur which could be seen on the telly but knowing little else, it was enough for him.

However, that did not mean he wasn’t enticed by the thought of getting to meet someone new. Someone outside work, someone outside Randall, Gary, Hoyt. Someone outside his family. His mother, on the other hand, seemed enticed by the idea of meeting Y/N again, describing their interaction in the corridor once - noting upon her cordiality and bright smile.

And indeed, when they knocked on the door, the girl who opened the door had the most dazzling smile Arthur had ever seen. It had the infectiousness of rats with the plague; a spread of purity. Just this smile told Arthur what he had suspected all along; Y/N was not native to Gotham.

“Hi! Hi, thanks for coming,” she beamed. She was silent for a moment, studying Arthur and Penny with a twinkle in her eyes. For a brief moment, she locked eyes with Arthur, her smile widening ever so slightly. Then, it was broken by the shake of her head. “Sorry, where are my manners? Come inside.”

She stepped away from the door, moving into the living room which supervened it. The apartment had the same qualities that were present in every single flat. The paint on the walls was chipping away, the corners of the carpeted ground were torn up and there was mildew blighting the darkest corners. Where it was different was in the decoration. There was clear effort put into making the place look tidy. While the furniture itself was nothing special, it seemed newly washed, and there were little plants placed in odd places to give the room some lustre. There was a hint of an optimistic personality strewn all over.

What drew Arthur’s eyes most was the luscious tree standing in the corner of the living room. As the layout of the apartment was almost identical to his, if he narrowed his eyes enough, he could imagine it standing in his living room instead. It was very classically Christmas - just like the ones Arthur had seen on the silver screen. Nothing like the sad, skinny tree he’d bought for $3.25 six years earlier. With all its decoration and the star atop, it was a glimmer in all the darkness.

Before Arthur could indulge himself further in the tableau, Y/N stepped into his field of vision. She had that smile on her face. “Sorry, you must be Penny’s son, right? She mentioned you. I don’t think I caught your name.”

He tore his gaze away from the jolly tree. His shoulder twitched as a small, crooked smile appeared on his lips. “Arthur,” he replied.

“I’m Y/N.” She stretched out her hand. Arthur slowly grabbed it, his hand lose in her sanguine grip. She had a golden smile.

The night went on rather smoothly. Arthur and his mother were two of the only people who came - the others being a single mother and her child and a couple which explained, rather awkwardly, that they weren’t going to come but were only here because their train out of the city was cancelled.

It wasn’t strange that there were so few which attended. The people who would otherwise come to such gatherings were out spending this time with closer friends and family. Those who weren’t busy were too asocial to come. Then there were those in the middle of the Venn diagram; namely, the sextet gathered.

It was perhaps because they shared these traits that conversation did not come forcefully but instead effortlessly. Granted, Arthur was mostly quiet - slurping his water while gawking at the Christmas decor, but it seemed to him it was going smoothly. He even dared to interject his opinions and thoughts in clusters of 3-word sentences at times.

First to leave was the couple, who dropped off after just an hour, saying that their replacement train would be coming soon. Arthur thought it seemed like bullshit - their uncomfortable smiles suggesting they just didn’t care for the company, but Y/N had a smile on her face as she bid them adieu.

Second was the mom and her child. They left after a little over 2 hours. The mother stroked her daughter’s head as she hummed “It’s Gigi’s bedtime soon,” to which the little girl giggled and drawled about not being tired through yawns. Y/N had that same smile on her face as she waved them goodbye.

Thirdly, 3 hours into the party, Penny stood up to leave. “Happy, I’m going to bed,” she said in response to his questioning stare. Arthur shot a glance at the clock. It was rather early for bed, but his mother had been increasingly tired of recent. A symptom of age, perhaps. Her weary eyes suggested the truth to her statement.

“Alright, Ma.”

“Oh, you’re leaving already?” Y/N shot up from her seat. “Please, take some of these left-overs with you.” Y/N swiped a couple of boxes filled with various dishes and pastries off her kitchen counter, practically placing them in Penny’s grasp. “I couldn’t eat them all on my own.”

“Oh, that’s very kind of you.” Penny wore a tired smile, trudging towards the door. “Well, goodnight you two,” she called out. She was halfway through the door when she turned around, looking at Y/N. “Oh, and Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas, Ms. Fleck!”

Y/N’s smile was incandescent.

The silence which followed when the door shut was ubiquitous. Y/N hovered by the sofa for a moment, shuffling her feet.

“Say, Arthur, do you drink?”

As it turned out, Y/N had been prepared for a lot more people, and so she had multiple cans of beer and a bottle of wine prepared in her kitchen. While giving herself and Arthur one can of beer each, she grinned as she mentioned the fact that Jesus did not turn water into wine, but Shekhar - which is roughly the same thing as beer.

Arthur had come to know her as an educated person. Somebody with well-rounded ideas of the world and clever trivia about every place imaginable. To Arthur, who had been stuck in Gotham all his life, it was something that evoked that childish curiosity he once possessed.

And he started talking more. Maybe it was the 3 cans of beer and one glass of wine, but he started unravelling, spewing out every trivia he could think of which may possibly relate to whatever the topic of conversation was - trying to impress her.

For what reason?

When conversation did die down it was because both of them had exhausted their treasures of knowledge. Enough time had passed that the only light coming from the window was that of the stars. Arthur didn’t dare look at the clock.

Y/N walked over to her drawers, fishing out a pack of Kent cigarettes - a lack of precision in her steps. Sweet and smooth, Arthur thought, thinking of the taste. Just like her. His lips twitched. He took out his own pack of cigarettes - Camel. Harsh and strong.

Y/N lit her cigarette, opening the window, and when she turned around, noticing the cigarette in his hand, she lit his as well. The cool winter air danced into the room, but it was strangely warm on the sofa. Y/N sat down next to Arthur.

“You know,” she mumbled after a moment of silence. “I was going to celebrate Christmas Eve with my friend.” She scratched her leg. Smoke was starting to gather above them, their separate exhales joining into one big cloud. “I told you I’m not a Gothamite. I moved here because he - my friend, and I, we-” Her leg started bouncing. “We had this film project going. This idea about capturing Gotham’s soul on camera. There’s so much curiosity about this place, you know?”

Arthur nodded along. He was listening intently, noting the sudden rawness to her tone. Unfamiliar in an otherwise stream of bubbling tones.

“We were gonna start filming on Christmas Eve, because, well, even criminals celebrate Christmas, right? So we were going to film in the Narrows today, thinking it would be the safest time of year to film there.” She stopped. She wasn’t smiling. There wasn’t even an inkling of a smile on her face. But it looked like she was saying farewell to something. “He died.” A forceful twitch possessed her lips. “Robbery went wrong. In the Narrows. Funny, isn’t it?”

Arthur’s face dropped. “I’m sorry,” he whispered with the swiftness of wind. He carefully put his hand on her back, making wonky circular motions which occasionally changed in character.

She was quiet again - a feature Arthur had come to dread from Y/N because he never knew what she was thinking. “Gigi asked me what I wanted for Christmas earlier. I said I didn’t know but it was a lie. I want company. I sent those invitations out one day after his death.” Y/N took one final drag of her cigarette before squashing it into her ashtray. “Now I know why they call Gotham the most populated lonely place on earth.”

Arthur opened his mouth and then closed it. “I--”

Before he could complete his sentence, a loud crash echoed through the apartment. At first, fear struck them both - a simultaneous worry that maybe she’d jinxed it by mentioning the lack of crime on Christmas Eve. Then, Y/N let out a hiss “Shit. It’s the shower again.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose as she wandered towards the bathroom. Arthur sat stuck like glue to the couch at first before her words clicked in his mind. “Oh, my shower does the same thing,” he interjected, following her.

On his way into the bathroom, his face collided with a hanging piece of vegetation. He furrowed his eyebrows, ignoring it for now as he drew his attention to Y/N. She was fiddling with the various screws on the showerhead. He had no idea how a shower could be so broken that it would occasionally erupt in ear-shattering sound, but he was now convinced it was a universal trait in the complex. “You want to turn the one at the base. That usually helps.”

Y/N looked up at him and smiled, doing as he said. She turned to him, noticing his predicament. She looked between him and the hanging piece of vegetation tickling his face. She cleared her throat. “Oh, sorry, it must’ve fallen some since I put it up.” She moved to fix it when Arthur, in all his budding curiosity, interrupted her steps.

“What is this?”

“Oh,” she breathed. “Well, it’s - it’s supposed to be mistletoe, but…”

Arthur looked at her. She stared back. There was a rubicund quality to her cheeks. It was so deafeningly quiet Arthur almost wished for the shower to make that awful shrill sound once more.

Arthur was about to move out of the doorway, figuring with the way she was staring at him that she was trying to get him to budge, but just as he took that first step, he felt a hand grab his.

And maybe it was the alcohol because there was a slurred quality to her words when she spoke.

“Can I kiss you, Arthur?”

And maybe it was the alcohol because he said yes.

#yup yup #a christmas special #indeed #i can write readers who are not emotionally damaged #partially anyways #im a talentless freak of nature #thats my writing tag in case anyone wanted to know #joker x reader #joker x you #arthur fleck #arthur fleck x reader #fluff #christmas #joker 2019 #joaquin phoenix #alright bye boys #i wrote this in one clean stroke btw - a fit of mad inspiration

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