#best new movies

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Poor Things (Yorgos Lanthimos)

Get ready to dive into the wonderfully weird world of Poor Things, the film that takes "mad scientist" to a whole new level! Join your favorite Adult Beverage Film Podcast hosts—Kent, Laura, Patrick, and Squeeker—as they sip, swirl, and dissect this quirky cinematic cocktail. Imagine Frankenstein meets The Office, with a dash of steampunk flair and a generous twist of absurdity. In this episode, we’ll explore how Poor Things brilliantly blends dark humor, social satire, and a bit of existential dread into a story that’s as much about finding yourself as it is about finding the right brain for the job. We’ll laugh (probably a lot), we’ll ponder (maybe too much), and we’ll probably go off on a few hilarious tangents (definitely). So grab your favorite drink, settle in, and join us for a chat about the most delightfully bizarre film you never knew you needed. Warning: listening may cause spontaneous outbursts of laughter and a sudden desire to reanimate things…or at least rethink that DIY project in your garage.

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[chloesimaginationthings]

An important FNAF question, why is Michael purple?

[epicfirestormer]

Go watch Nimona, it's really good

[clefadrylcorner]

Obsessed with lovers and piners calling the object of their affections their best friend. Like yessss blur the lines between platonic and romantic love. show how important they are to you in a multifaceted way. Cover up your feelings with another kind of love that is just as true. One type of love does not negate the other and but tragedy can rip both out from under you single handedly, and it will hurt so much more that way. Losing a friend and a lover. Gaining both and not needing any labels for what they are. Using labels but having it be so much more than a title. Were they friends before they were lovers? Or were they lovers whose friendship grew inside of their love? Unclear! Who cares!

[shanklin]

Sentient Mystery Shack, who is really biased towards Stan, so when Ford tells Stan he has to give it back after the summer it’s on sight.

Ford keeps tripping over nothing, nothing is where it's supposed to be and somehow he keeps running into closets when he tries to go outside.

But the worst part, the WORST part is that Ford's lightbulb just won't. Work. No matter what he does it keeps flickering and exploding.

Ford is spiraling. 

There is no reason why it shoudln’t work. All his trial runs work perfectly. He’s already checked the Shacks wiring three times and relearned this dimensions science from the ground up. 

Nothing works.

The Rift? Bill? The impending apocalypse? Eating? Sleep? Who cares about that. 

WHY. WONT. THE. LIGHTBULB. WORK???

It doesn’t help that Stan keeps laughing at him.

“Then you do it!” Ford eventually snaps at Stan.

Stan shrugs and with a little song under his breath screws his own lightbulb it. It works perfectly.

Stanford screams.

[manny-jacinto]

THE HUNGER GAMES: CATCHING FIRE 2013 | dir. Francis Lawrence

[porcelanitaa]

WE WON

[montereybayaquarium]

This is how we roll 🤸

This deep-sea denizen isn’t your average anemone. Unlike its shallow-water cousins, the pom-pom anemone (Liponema brevicorne) doesn’t like to stay attached to rocks or other hard surfaces. In fact, it can roll itself up into a ball and cruise the currents along the seafloor like a tentacled tumbleweed. Talk about ‘rolling in the deep’!

[blues-valentine]

Emilia Pérez being the most nominated non-English language film at The Academy needs to be investigated. Not only because half the dialogue sounds AI generated but I really want to know what kind of bribery did this movie do to get an acclaim it did not deserve. Best Score over Challengers, Best Cinematography over Conclave, Best Editing over Dune: Part Two. Best Director over Denis Villeneuve. This is the worst and most undeserving Oscar contender in ages. Got a bunch of nominations it did not deserve just to reach that record title — that’s the only explanation. The Oscars stopped being reliable but the acclaim to this movie shows how out of touch they really are with audiences.

[trans-temporial]

I love you Priscilla Queen of the Desert I love you But I’m A Cheerleader I love you Velvet Goldmine I love you To Wong Foo I love you Hedwig and the Angry Inch I love you The Birdcage I love you Nowhere I love you queer movies from the 90s that are fun and camp and over the top with characters that are messy and loud and make mistakes. We’re getting fun movies back can we bring back these

[boonanaghost]

Finally got around to drawing these two idiots

Two bonuses from doodle boards:

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The Descent (Neil Marshall)

Welcome to the Adult Beverage Film Podcast, where we dive into movies like it's the last drop in the bottle! Join your hosts, Kent Smith, Laura Truman, Patrick Keenan, and our resident cave-dweller expert, Carlisle "Squeaker" Hamrick, as we squeeze through the tight spaces of the spine-chilling horror classic, The Descent. We'll share laughs, screams, and maybe even some survival tips—all while sipping on our favorite adult beverages. 

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  The Descent is the story of six adventurous women who think a fun weekend means crawling through claustrophobic caves in the middle of nowhere. Little do they know, their spelunking trip is about to turn into a nightmare with creatures straight out of their worst hangovers. Picture it: tight tunnels, total darkness, and a bunch of cave-dwelling monsters who haven’t seen daylight—or a toothbrush—in centuries. It's a girls' night out gone horribly, hilariously wrong, proving once and for all that some places are just better left unexplored.

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[heavenly-hand]

when two stars collide

[halestrom]

“You should kiss me at midnight.”

Jake stilled, turning his head to stare at Rooster, well aware of the silence around them as the daggers stopped and stared at them. He thought of a dozen things to ask. Or say, as he leaned back in his chair and took in Rooster. His over shirt was long gone. Leaving him in clearly loved t-shirt with long faded words, a size or two small so it stretched across his chest and stopped above his bellybutton, a good few inches of tan skin bared. His hair was messy, alcohol and a long afternoon fading into night making his curls win the fight against whatever he used to keep them in place. He was sweaty, but they all were. The bar was sweltering, and Jake had long since unbuttoned his shirt, soaking up the attention in the form of eyes staring at his chest. Rooster looked good. He knew he did if the smirk on his face was any indication.

But Jake wasn’t ever gonna make things easy.

“What’s in it for me?” he asked, tilting his chin up, daring, commanding an answer worth his time.

Rooster didn’t back down. “I suck dick real well when motivated. And I love making out so it’s good motivation.”

Fanboy groaned, tilting against Payback as others around them gagged but Jake ignored them. “I wanna leave but I don’t, you know?” He hissed, trying to be quiet but too drunk.

Jake ignored him, and the eyerolls directed his way. “And?” He bent his elbow to prop his chin on his fist. “So, do I. You’re not special.”

“No?”

Jake grinned. “Nah. Try again.”

“Well, the fact that it’s not an instant no says a lot,” Rooster said, not moving, gaze locked with Jake’s, and it felt like the rest of the world fell away.

This was a moment that had always had the chance to be there. It never built. It simmered. Lingering under the surface for a long time and aside from one ill advised hook up had never gone anywhere. And Jake knew it never would because their career was the most important thing. They wouldn’t fuck that up. Not unless they were sure.

And it seemed like Rooster was finally taking that chance.

Jake hummed, watching Rooster for a long moment, the bar around him fading. “Buy me a drink.”

Rooster grinned, looking at the still full glass of beer. “You’ve got one.”

“Maybe I don’t like this one.”

“You’re a big boy. You can buy your own.”

Jake snorted. “Wow. Really selling it there.”

Rooster shrugged again, smirk firmly in place. Ever since the mission a weight had been lifted from his shoulders and Jake would be lying to himself if it didn’t want to draw him in. The second guessing was done, and all the ego Rooster pretended to have before had changed. He wasn’t pretending anymore, and Jake would be lying if it didn’t feel like catnip to him. He knew he had an ego, and more than one person he had been with had commented on how he could almost steamroll over everyone. But Rooster had never been one of those people. He had met Jake word for word. Comment for comment and had never backed down.

“I don’t need to sell it sweetheart. You’re just being an asshole because you can.”

Jake let out a bark of laughter at the, mostly, accurate statement. He was being an asshole just because he could. But he was also doing it because he had always loved it when Rooster fought back. “That so?”

Rooster raised his beer to his lips with a smile. “Yeah baby. It is.”

“Hmmm, well, doesn’t seem like you’re getting a kiss,” Jake said, leaning back and picking up his own drink to finish it off in a long swallow, not breaking the gaze.

Rooster tilted his head back, watching Jake as he stood. “Yeah I am.”

“Confident,” Jake said, knocking his knuckles against the table, breaking the spell. “And on that note, I’m gonna go get a drink.”

As if summons, one of the over worked waitresses appeared, handing Jake a drink with a jerk of her head toward Rooster before she disappeared again, the crowd beginning to surge as the minute warning started. Jake stared at the drink, and then back at Rooster who was grinning, proud of himself. He leaned back against the chair and crooked a finger toward Jake who was half staring at the drink wondering how the fuck Rooster had managed to do that. They weren’t at the Hard Deck, which would’ve made sense, but it was a random bar for the night, they all needed to get away from the Navy for one night.

Jake heard a round of groans as he shrugged, grabbed the drink and walked around the table and slid into Roosters lap, surprising the man if the raised eyebrows were any indication.

Shurgging, Jake wrapped an arm around Roosters neck and shifted forward, his legs spreading wide so he could get close and he felt a hand rest on his lower back, sliding under his shirt.

“Told you that you just needed to buy me a drink,” Jake said with a smirk, reaching back and setting the drink down.

Rooster snorted. “Was that it?”

Jake shook his head. “Nah, the competence.” He paused and leaned in closer as the countdown hit thirty. “There’s nothing better than a man who knows what he wants and goes for it.”

That made Rooster laugh, shaking his head. “Baby, trust me I’ve always known I’ve wanted you. I just had to fight some shit out.”

“And you have?”

The hand on his back slid lower into his back pocket as the countdown hit ten. “Yeah I have.”

Jake curled his hands around Rooster’s neck, thumbs stroking over his jaw as he pressed in closer, feeling fingers dig into his ass.

“Right answer,” he said just as the count hit zero and Jake kissed Bradley, feeling the other man surge up into the kiss as the crowd around them started to cheer as the New Year rolled in.

[aonik]

The recent movie was so cool I had to draw something!

[dumbassalex]

The fact there's like 5 posts about Saladin Ahmeds Wolverine issue 1 but a boatload of posts related to that fuckass movie is CRIMINAL!

Like c'mon people, there's a big focus on Logurt, they hug and Logan patches him up and worries for him, Logan runs around naked for like half the issue, even next to Kurt. There's angst and comfort and them working together and it's so sweet.

Not to mention LOOK AT HIMMMM! He's so wide and hairy and wild!

LOOK HOW SHORT HE IS! THAT'S MY GUYYY!