#cinema poster challenge

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CHALLENGERS 🎾 ⊹

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[outerspacemermaiid]

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(via Films Kynky Bought In... September 2024)

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(via Films Kynky Watched In... April 2024)

[bestmoviesnitflix]

Squid Game: The Challenge

2023 | Maturity Rating:16+ | 1 Season | Reality TV

In this reality competition show inspired by "Squid Game," 456 players put their skills to the ultimate test for a life-changing $4.56 million prize.

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[toomanystoriessolittletime]

into you

Summary: After almost giving up the hope to become a big actor you get offered the leading role in a period drama, leaving you to spend three months in Scotland with your male co star Dieter Bravo and maybe falling in love with him.

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x fem. reader

Wordcount: 2.247

Rating: T

Warnings: fluff, falling in love, implied smut, kissing, really cheesy movie lines I made up, confessions of feelings, reader is in her late thirties, Dieter playing the piano

A/N: Another one for  @undercoverpena April showers challenge! What's better than a Pedro character in period clothing in the rain? Making out with him hehe

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You couldn’t sleep. 

The moon was shining hrough the window of your hotel room, an old castle in the middle of nowhere somewhere in Scotland. 

You had come here almost three months ago, having gotten the first big job of your career, the lead role in a period drama. The first lead role you ever got. The first big job you ever got. 

For years you dreamed of being a big movie star. 

Much like every young person who came to LA. 

Which had been almost twenty years ago. You had been about to quit trying for that one big role that would finally grant your your big success last year. 

By now well in your thirties (the forties getting closer and closer), not having any major success apart from some multi episode secondary character on some netflix shows in the latest years, you gave up hope that you would make it. 

Sometimes the residuals you got from playing Chandler Bing’s awkward girlfriend for two episodes almost twenty years ago on friends had been the only way to pay your rent.

You were looking into going back to school when your agent called you, talking you into going to this last audition. It had been as a favour to them that you agreed, the contracts between you and the agency already canceled towards the end of the month. 

They had always believed in you and you hated saying no to them because of that reason. 

Maybe it was you having nothing to lose that left you going into the audition and blowing them all away. Not that you thought you did until your agent called you not even twenty minutes after you went out of the audition, asking you to come back to read opposite the male lead. 

Still you didn’t let yourself getting your hopes up, walking back into the office building, back into the room you had been in before, now with an additional face smiling warmly at you. 

You didn’t know that in the next two hours your whole life would change. 

Not just because they offered you the job. 

No, It was the day you met Dieter Bravo.

Of course you knew who Dieter Bravo was. 

You had admired him since he starred in the high school drama series you definitely did not tape every episode from when you were in your teens. 

And there had been no posters of him in your room growing up, nope. 

But like almost every teen crush, it faded over the years. 

You grew up, and he did too. You knew he had won an Oscar some years back, you saw the movie in the cinema back then. 

He had made headlines after that, naming him the next big thing. 

But lately the only headlines you remembered of him had been of his drug escapades and dating life. 

So you had been a little reserved when you first met, hoping he would be professional enough throughout the audition. 

Hope you shouldn’t have had, because Dieter had turned out to be professional in every single way.

Now, after spending almost two months with him, playing opposite of him, acting that you were in love with him, you found yourself wishing he would be a little less professional. 

Groaning you sat yourself up in your bed, clicking the lamp on the bedside table on, reaching for your phone. 

2:43 am. 

Taking a deep breath and releasing a long sigh as you exhaled you let your head fall back. 

In twenty four hours you would be on a plane back to the states, already on your way to shoot your next movie, your career seemingly finally starting off now that you were starring in a movie with Dieter Bravo. 

You should be beyond happy. 

Everything you dreamed off finally seemed to come true. You had three jobs lined up that would pay more than you had made in the last ten years combined. 

Yet the thought of waking up every morning and not getting to spend the day with Dieter made it all bittersweet. 

You had spent a lot of time together since getting to Scotland to shoot this movie. Not only on set, but apart from it too. He had been here before, shooting another movie and invited you out some times, showing you around. You had dinner together almost every night be it in an restaurant he wanted to show you or in the hotel. You got to know the man behind the persona you learned he put on for the public for and over the last weeks you had found yourself falling for him. 

Your fingers cam up to brush over your lips, the lips he had kissed. 

More than once. 

In front of the camera. 

But before you went to bed tonight, he walked you to your room and he had kissed you good night. Without cameras rolling. Without people around. Just you and him. His warm hand on your cheek, your back pushed against your hotel room door as he towered over you, his other hand resting on the door behind you. 

You were out of breath when he parted from your lips, wishing you a good night, leaving you watching after him with your lips parted, your brain still trying to process that he had just kissed you, as he went down the hallway until he disappeared into his room. 

You were too giddy to sleep, getting an old sweatshirt on before you grabbed your hotel key and walked out of your room, hoping he was as sleepless as you were and downstairs where you had found him often during your stay. 

You could hear the faint sound of a piano as you entered the lobby, the night manager giving you a small smile as you walked past, following the sound. 

In the far back corner of the lobby was a piano where you found Dieter playing a melody you did not recognise. 

You had found him here before, in the beginning when you could not sleep because you were too nervous to fuck this big chance you got up. 

He told you that his art supplies hadn’t been shipped yet, and that he usually painted when he couldn’t sleep.

And so instead he played. 

And you listened, sitting next to him until you both almost fell asleep, before he walked you to your room, only to be up some hours later to shoot a movie where his character denied to be in love with your character, pushing your character away until a big dramatic scene where you would finally admit your feelings to each other. 

Sitting down on the seat next to him as he played now, you let your head fall against his shoulder, hearing him inhale as he continued to play. 

His lips brushed against your temple and you closed your eyes, just listening to his song. 

When he finished you looked up at him, his eyes were already on you, an unreadable expression on his face. 

„Couldn’t sleep?“ he asked. 

You hummed in agreement. 

„Too many thoughts in my head,“ you whispered and he nodded. One of his arms came to wrap around your back, pulling you closer against his side. 

„You wanna talk about those thoughts?“ he asked and you chuckled. 

„Don’t wanna fuck the big scene up tomorrow, well today,“ you said and he gave you a small smile. 

„If someone is gonna fuck up it’s me. You make me keep forgetting my lines,“ he winked and you felt your cheeks growing warm, remembering the many occasions Dieter had seemingly spaced out during some scenes, looking at you with an expression you couldn’t place. 

„What do you mean?“ You asked, and he sucked his bottom lip in, before he shrugged and there it was again, that expression in his face, his eyes big as he looked at you. 

„I can’t stop looking at you. You’re so talented and beautiful and kind and so damn intelligent. Sexy….,“ he winked „You just blow me away and it’s like my brain stops working when I look at you sometimes. I never really felt like this before…“ he whispered and you blinked at him. 

„What I am trying to say is, I like spending time with you. I like talking to you. I like kissing you, touching you,“ he grinned and you huffed. 

„Especially when it’s just the two of us. Last week when the director called cut when we were in bed….“ He closed his eyes, shaking his head. 

You had rushed off after finishing the scene with him, having to take care of the ache between your legs in the bathroom after spending almost six hours in bed with him, shooting numerous sex scenes.

„I wish we had been alone,“ he whispered his face getting closer to yours, his lips brushing over yours. 

„Dieter,“ you whispered, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, his lips pressing against yours and you shivered. 

„Yeah?“ He asked. 

„We are alone now,“ you whispered and he nodded, before he kissed you again, deeply. 

„Would you like to have sex with me?“ He whispered and your lips twitched into a grin which he mirrored before he kissed you again. 

„Take me to your room, Dieter,“ you said, giggling when you found yourself pulled in the direction of the elevators in the next moment. 

„This is madness,“ you shook your head, the rain coming down on you without mercy, drenching your many layers of clothes. 

„Why? Why is it madness that I have fallen for you?“ Dieter asked, in character, his white shirt clinging to his chest. 

You huffed a laugh, your character in denial about the feelings not only she had, but he had too. 

„Because we are both engaged. And not to each other. We have to end this. I have to….“ You shook your head, closing your eyes, before you looked up at him. Dieter having closed the distance between the two of you, but not close enough to touch. The raindrops where running down his nose, his hair clinging to his face. 

He looked like a wet dream straight out of a Jane Austen novel.

„All these times we spend in each others arms, they don’t mean anything to you?“ He asked. 

„It was a mistake. It shouldn’t have happened,“ you said, Dieter’s character seeing right through your lie. 

„Do you love me?“ He asked and you did not have to play the small smile that sneaked to your lips for only a moment before you fought it down. 

„It doesn’t matter,“ you said, turning away from him, but his hand wrapped around your wrist, stopping you before you could go. 

„It matters to me. ,“ he whispered, broken, and the tone of his voice made you want to cry. 

The rain continued to fall as you gave the camera time to capture both of your faces. 

„Of course I love you,“ you finally said, looking at him over your shoulder. 

„Then stay,“ he pleaded. You began to shake your head, when he pulled you against his chest, one of his hands on your cheek, brushing your hair that stuck to your face to the side, his eyes gazing deeply into yours. 

„Stay and allow yourself to be happy,“ he said, almost begging. 

„Stay here and let me love you,“ he let his forehead fall against yours and your eyes dropped close, pictures of the night he had spend with you filling your mind, the way his forehead had rested against yours as he filled you over and over and…

You opened your eyes and Dieter’s lip twitched for a second, having caught your unintended pause.

„What about our families?“ you asked, „What about my sister? She’s in your house getting ready to marry you today,“ you asked. 

„They will understand. They have to. And if they don’t, I’ll take you away where we can live our life without the judgement of others. You’ll never have to worry for money.I love you, please be with me,“ his nose brushed against yours. 

You felt his other hand on your lower back and you gasped. 

„Then take me away,“ you whispered, feeling his smile against your lips as he finally kissed you, your arms wrapping around his broad back, fingertips brushing over his drenched clothes as he deepened the kiss. 

The first thing you realised when Dieter parted from your lips was that the rain had stopped and that it was quiet around you. Too quiet. 

Looking at Dieter he gave you a sheepish smile before you looked around, finding the crew around you looking at the both of you, Dieter’s PA holding two robes in his arms, giving you a wide smile. 

„You gonna listen when I call cut now?“ The director teased with a wide grin and you let your head fall against Dieter’s chest, mortified, but he just chuckled, before he helped you get into the robe his PA had brought over. 

„We’ll meet in an hour for the wedding scene, do not be late,“ the director reminded everyone, giving you and Dieter a longer look, and you nodded. Dieter grabbed your hand, and you looked at him. 

„Can’t wait to marry you,“ he winked and kissed you again, before you both were rushed off from the set to get ready. 

And you did actually get married. 

Seven months later.

On a beach. 

In the rain. 

Without any interruptions. 

[sarielsnowings]

“The modern gentleman is, above all, a self-made man” 🌹

It’s my take on Marlowe Lune’s DTIYS!

Yes I have a million other things to work on at the moment, but when I saw Marlowe’s “Modern Gentlemen” illustration and the wonderful concept behind it I couldn’t help myself. I had to take a stab at it. So I went at it from my own perspective, deriving inspiration from some of my favourite things from the beginning of the XX century (1920s-30s movie posters, ballet dancer Vaslav Nijinsky, German expressionist cinema, Leyendecker’s illustrations and William Morris’ botanical decorations among them) to create a poster/magazine cover for a supposed upcoming ballet, featuring its transmasc lead dancer as the focus of the piece.

This was challenging to put together but I’m overall very pleased with the results, and I can’t wait to hear what you all think about it!

Also, here’s a secret, alternate version with a light background and the original artwork by Marlowe:

[heartofglass-mindofstone]

@exsecrabar

[frohana]

Today is five years since Frozen 2 was given to the world - five years since I saw it for the first time. In a lot of ways, it’s been a dark, sad, scary, lonely, exceptionally difficult five years, and I know that in the grand scheme of things, one film has no real bearing on any of that, but for me, it’s helped more than I can say to have had Frozen 2 as a constant in my life.

Consider this post a thank you they’ll never see to Jennifer Lee, Chris Buck, the Lopezes, and all the cast & crew at WDAS for giving the world this incredibly special film - for being brave enough to let these characters I’ve loved since I was 16 grow and change in such profound and true ways, for letting them be complicated and flawed and real, for showing us how they learn to face change in ways that really spoke to me.

Was Frozen 2 a perfect movie? I don’t know, and I don’t really care. All I know is that it was everything that I needed it to be. They knew this movie would’ve made bank no matter what and could’ve played it incredibly safe, but instead they challenged us: they pushed the boundaries of the narrative in less conventional directions, confronting questions of belonging and purpose and the nature of grief, of colonialism, and the masking of history, and a heritage lost and found. They asked: what do you do when you can’t hold onto someone you love in the way you always thought you could? How do you keep them close while letting them go? Can we change and grow and piece together new histories of who we are, without losing who we are? How do you right the wrongs of the past? How do you keep going when the world around you changes in ways you can’t control?

I could go on and on about this movie, but I’ll leave it here. I’ll conclude with the photo I took that very day five years ago, just before heading into the cinema to watch it:

I will always remember how excited I felt looking up at that huge poster of our girl. Love you, Frozen. Can’t wait for the next chapter.

[subwaylesbians]

homecoming

The train pulls into Union Square, and she can almost hear it - a thud, a shudder as the driver pumps the brakes. Bile rises in her throat. Across the aisle, a couple lean into each other lazily. Schoolgirls in crisp blue uniforms stifle laughter. The platform, lit in flickering fluorescents, looks the same as it ever has. She wonders who buried Fox, and under what name, and the thrumming in her ears grows louder.

1.3k. in which ajax gets out of jail, goes looking for swan, and finds someone else instead.

The city welcomes her back with horizontal sleet, piles of brown snow-mush lining the sidewalk. The clothes she is wearing were chosen for a September night, but she hardly minds the way the January chill rips through her - it is worth it for the familiar weight of the vest across her shoulders.

They would have come to collect her - of course they would have. But Ajax has seen Cleon's sympathetic manner when members get out. If anyone tries to be sympathetic in her direction, today of all days, she has resolute plans to throw a punch. And so she walks, from the bus stop to Queensboro Plaza, stares at rusting metal as she shivers and waits for the N.

The thing about guilt, she knows, is that you need something louder to drown it out. The cold almost works, for a while, pinpricks of pain against her face and arms. So far from Coney, with colours on, she holds onto the half-hope that someone will call her out for it - but they rattle through Queens, and then Manhattan, and no one challenges her. She wonders if Cleon has really managed to work that miracle Cyrus set in motion. Cleon had seemed different, on the one visit she and Rembrandt had made to Riker's - exhausted, but so determined. She had found that thing that sang louder than guilt, and it was hope. Ajax drums her fingers against the window, cursing the stupid treaty that had dragged them to the wrong side of the city. Hope doesn't do it for her. When you lose enough, it starts to feel a lot like stupidity.

The train pulls into Union Square, and she can almost hear it - a thud, a shudder as the driver pumps the brakes. Bile rises in her throat. Across the aisle, a couple lean into each other lazily. Schoolgirls in crisp blue uniforms stifle laughter. The platform, lit in flickering fluorescents, looks the same as it ever has. She wonders who buried Fox, and under what name, and the thrumming in her ears grows louder.

By the time the line ends it has become something frenetic, a pulsing behind her eyes. It lends a strange slant to the streets she's walked a thousand times, every colour slightly off and every sound setting her teeth on edge. Back on Warriors turf, without the need for vigilance to distract her, she feels the shame like a living thing at her back. She strides down Brighton 7th as though she could outrun it, but it clings on, joining the pain in a stifling chorus of should-have-been-there-should-have-been-there-you-should-have-been-there.

She passes a familiar brown-brick facade, and knows she should turn - there are people here who have been waiting on her for months. Rembrandt would look at her with that furrow in her brows that came out when she couldn't decide whether to throw her arms around Ajax or throw a punch. She would end up going for the former, she always did. She always forgave her. And the other bedroom, walls papered with posters Fox lifted from the cinema, would be empty. Right now, Ajax doesn't feel like being forgiven.

She doesn't remember consenting to the movement, but in a moment she is striding across the street. They all should have made it home, and if she hadn't been there, she needs answers from someone who was. The momentum of the thought carries her up three flights, and before she can question herself, she jams her spare key - for emergencies, on a technicality - into the lock. A figure in the kitchen glances up in surprise, coffee pot in hand and hair still messy from sleep. Not Swan, not Cleon, not Cochise. A new wave of anger flares in her stomach, and she welcomes it. They'd lost one of their own, but of course the stray they picked up in the gutter had made it home safe.

"Where's Swan?"

Mercy's eyes trail her up and down, taking in the tension in her jaw, the ball of her fists. "... Out. Does Cleon know you’re back? Does Rembrandt? ” When Ajax makes no attempt to either leave or answer the question, she sighs. "Do you want coffee? You look like shit."

“And you’re looking right at home.” She makes no attempt to hide the disdain in her voice.

“Because I live here. Do you have a problem?”

She almost laughs. "Your girlfriend promised she'd get us all home. That's my problem."

"She did her best."

"If her best ends up with a kid on the fucking tracks-"

"Don't call her a kid," Mercy snaps, and Ajax is surprised by the heat in her voice. "You didn't see her holding her own against the cop."

I didn't know there was a cop, she doesn't say. In the visitor's room at Riker's, with guards hovering close enough to catch every word, Cleon and Rembrandt had been careful. An accident, they had called it. Another gang, Ajax's mind had filled in. And she'd been right, in a way.

Something stings at the edge of her eyes. She plows on. "Where the fuck was Swan when they needed a fighter?"

"Where the fuck were you? Has it occurred to you that if you hadn't been so desperate to prove something, we would have had an extra person?"

It has. Every single day for the past four months, the knowledge has slid through her like a knife. But she is hardly about to admit that in front of the Orphan girl. "Stop saying we. Have you even been fucking initiated?"

Colour rises in Mercy’s cheeks. "I am just as much a part of this gang as you are."

Ajax sneers. "I'll take that as a no. So we're just letting anyone fuck their way in now?"

For a brief, hopeful moment she is certain the woman is going to hit her. Then a door creaks open down the corridor, and a voice, hoarse with sleep but unmistakably Swan's, says "You makin' coffee?"

Mercy's voice is light as she calls out, "I'll bring you one," but her eyes don't leave Ajax's. She takes a step to the side, planting herself conspicuously between Ajax and the hallway.

Ajax has seen plenty of fights in the past four months, thrown fists in a good few. The moment before a scrap always reminds her of stray cats in an alley - a drawn-out pause, an assessment. It had seemed natural amid the harsh lighting and ever-present commotion of Riker’s. It is much, much stranger to get that sense in her friends' kitchen, across from a woman in boxer shorts and a baseball shirt she is certain belongs to Swan.

Then Mercy glances back towards the hallway, and sighs. "His name is Victor Kelly, you know. Police captain. Just in case you wanted to direct all this" - she waves a hand at Ajax's entire being - "towards the cop who pushed her onto the fucking tracks. For God's sake, I'd help you. But leave Swan out of it. Everyone's spent three months picking up the pieces, and you don't get to come back and fuck that up."

Victor Kelly. She turns the name over in her mind. It is something to latch onto - a future where he has to watch his fucking back is a future worth seeing. But it also leaves her stranded, no one except the spectre of a police captain to train her anger on. She deflates, and Mercy must see it, because she shoves a mug of coffee in her direction. "Go home. They missed you."

Ajax knows what's waiting for her across the street - Rembrandt's disappointment, and an empty room that feels like an accusation. And yet all the fight has bled from her limbs, and she aches to be there anyway. Unwilling to lose whatever this stand-off is, she swipes the mug from the bench and turns towards the door. She hears it shatter, hears Mercy’s stream of curse words and Swan’s rushed footsteps, but she is already halfway down the stairs. She will make Kelly pay tomorrow. Today, she is going home.

(inspired by tags @emilywaters left on my post about ajax and guilt! nyc locals please don’t look too hard at the geography, mta trip planner and I gave it our best shot)

[astoundingbeyondbelief]

Kaiju Weeks in Review (September 10-30, 2023)

I adore Godzilla Final Wars, but it's a movie with an identity crisis, unsure whether it wants to be headlining a Toho Champion Festival or mesmerizing American teenagers at a mid-aughts multiplex. @spacehunter-m's Final Wars 2004: The Year We Make Corn-Tack gives it a strong tug in the first direction, whittling the runtime down to 77 minutes and replacing most of the music and sound effects. She was inspired by Space Warriors 2000, of all things; as she put it, both films are "largely comprised of nonstop, monotonous action." As in that bizarro Ultraman compilation film, the kaiju trash-talk each other. It makes you wonder why Ryuhei Kitamura didn't at least bring back the speech bubbles from Godzilla vs. Gigan. Kaiju fan edits are rare, and this is in a class all by itself. Download it here.

Shigeru Kayama's novelizations of Godzilla (1954) and Godzilla Raids Again are out—hopefully the first of many to come. My copy only arrived on Saturday, so I haven't had the chance to read the whole thing yet, but I've made it through Godzilla. It's interesting to see Kayama, who wrote the initial treatment, take another swing at the story after the film was finished. He puts back moments like Godzilla eating a cow and attacking a lighthouse, and is also more overt with the wartime allusions. There's an incredible moment where Dr. Yamane muses that studying Godzilla and learning his secrets could be Japan's way of redeeming itself after "caus[ing] a great deal of trouble to people throughout the world." Note that these are novella-length, so much less in-depth than the novelizations of American Godzilla films you might be used to (Godzilla Raids Again is less than 80 pages). The book ends with an afterword by translator Jeffrey Angles contextualizing the tales.

Godzilla: War for Humanity continues to be a standout IDW miniseries. There's a new and very weird monster in the second issue, plus a no-nonsense Mothra (she tries to recruit Godzilla to fight Zoospora by shooting him in the back of the head and dragging him into the ocean in front of Minilla).

I've also got to mention the solicitation for another Godzilla Rivals installment, due December 20. Nola Pfau is writing, Megan Huang is illustrating.

Jen Onça is not excited to start her new, fast-paced fast-food career at Minilla Burger, but she'd much prefer a mundane day to the sudden return of Megalon! The monster brings destruction, trapping Jen in a forgotten lab deep beneath the restaurant with only the half-built form of Jet Jaguar to help her get out! She must repair the robotic defender to save herself and the city, but first she needs to escape the rubble trapping her in this tense adventure!

Yuzo the Biggest Battle in Tokyo, Yoshikazu Ishii's follow-up to Attack of the Giant Teacher, has also been picked up by SRS Cinema. No release details yet. I can't really speak to the film either, since it screened at the same time as Yumiko Shaku's panel at G-Fest, but as you can see from the poster, it's set during the pandemic.

The GAMERA -Rebirth- Gyaos has joined Godzilla Battle Line as an unusual sort of swarm unit. Your first summon of the match calls forth two sub-adults, and by the fifth summon you're sending out two sub-adults and three adults, still for four energy. They're probably the best swarm in the game, though still highly vulnerable to AOE units like Godzilla '01. I'm having fun with them in the Challenge Battles.

Notzilla, one of the sharpest kaiju comedies out there, is unexpectedly getting the graphic novel treatment. Mitch Teemley is adapting his own screenplay, with art by Zumart Putra. The comic is already finished, although I'm not clear on how folks who didn't back the Kickstarter (which wrapped on September 11) will get it. Useless trivia: the terrific cover above (one of four) is by Ben Dunn, who wrote the How to Draw Manga book I poured over in middle school.

After Troll shattered Netflix streaming records (according to Netflix), it's not super surprising that the company wants a sequel. Priority one: coming up with a title that's not Troll 2. Screenwriter Espen Aukan and director Roar Uthaug will both return.

Toy highlights of the past few weeks:

After confusing everyone by teasing its silhouette the day before April Fools', Tamashii has fully unveiled an S.H.Monsterarts Godzilla '72, a rare Showa figure from the line. It comes with two heads, one of them bloodied (see above). Due at the end of February.

After finally running out of ways to repaint their mold of Hedorah's Perfect Stage, Bandai is making a Movie Monster Series figure of the kaiju's Landing Stage. A Godzilla Store exclusive, it'll be released October 25.

After over two years, Funko is releasing a trio of Godzilla Singular Point Pops. Hopefully they go all-out with this show—it's not like there's any other plausible way for a Satomi Kanahara figure to exist.

[outerspacemermaiid]

[kynky]

(via Films Kynky Watched In... September 2024)

https://letterboxd.com/kynky/films/diary/for/2024/09/ 

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[frozen10fanzine]

Frozen Through the Years

Yearly Spotlight: 2019

Written by @toriofthetrees

After six long years, 2019 saw the release of the long-anticipated sequel, Frozen II.

The lead-up up to the release was intense to say the least.

The first teaser trailer premiered in February, opening with Elsa on a black-sand beach stripped down to her bare essentials, barefoot, ready to take on a raging sea. She attempted twice to cross the torrential waters before the trailer turned to Anna’s shock of hundreds of diamond-shaped glass covered in strange symbols, taking over Arendelle. Following closely behind were several moments of Elsa, Olaf, Kristoff, and Anna taking on dangerous challenges, and a show of strange, foreign magic. All of this was centered around this new, mysterious setting known only at the time as an autumnal forest.

It gave just enough of a preview to hook millions.

The trailer was viewed and downloaded several million times on Twitter and YouTube within a short amount of time. In the fandom, a storm of news, posts, speculation, and discussions broke out over several platforms, too chaotic to keep track of. The months that followed the teaser were absolutely brimming with excitement! Across cinemas, television, and the internet—both in the US and internationally—came many trailers, sneak peaks, and posters about the upcoming movie. Alongside this came leaks as well, all of it sparking speculation in the fandom over what the plot of the movie could be.

Countless books about Frozen II came onto the market before the film was even released, notably without the end of the film printed within their pages. This lead to fans in many locations to protest the shops selling these books, wanting their money back.

Most of these protests lead to no results.

Success for Disney Studios, specifically. contributed to the exposure for Frozen II. ~In March, Disney invested billions of US dollars in company acquisitions across the film and TV industry, creating the most powerful media company in the world in the USA. ~This was the year of the 6th Disney D23 Expo, the biggest Disney fan event of the year! It was held on August 23–25 at the Anaheim Convention Center in California, showcasing news and pictures around all the new Disney parks, resorts—and movies! Including Frozen II! ~On November 12, 2019, Disney launched its streaming platform Disney+ in several countries ~2019 ultimately proved to be Disney's most successful cinema year to date, regardless of which new film was released!

All of this led up to the release of Frozen II on November 20, 2019 in most countries (unfortunately some countries had to wait until the beginning of January).

This new installment to Elsa and Anna’s story saw the sisters and their found family making a long trek away from Arendelle… in order to save it. Mysterious magics send them up north to the Enchanted Forest, that is covered in an impenetrable mist. Yet, it parts for them. The deeper they go into the forest, the more they discover about themselves, their family, the spirits, Arendelle… so that only one thing can be said for certain: Nothing will ever be the same again.

This film was polarizing.

In the cultural zeitgeist, it was a massive success like its predecessor, exceeding Frozen as the highest grossing animated film of all time. It received mostly positive reviews and it would go on to be nominated for multiple awards, including an Oscar nomination for Best Original Song. The Disney merchandising machinery was running at full speed and earned the company many more millions within a short amount of time. The limited edition dolls were sold out on the same day as release! However, it notably did not have the same cultural reach that its predecessor had. “Into the Unknown,” to many, was not comparable to “Let it Go.” And the film was nominated aplenty, but never actually received any awards.

However, it was within the fandom that this polarization was seen the clearest.

Frozen II made good on its promise that nothing would ever be the same for these characters. The sisters, though still as close as ever, no longer lived under the same roof by the end of the film. Elsa abdicated her crown for her duties as the Fifth Spirit and Guardian of the Enchanted Forest, while Anna took over as Queen of Arendelle. This separation, whilst to some was a step-up for the sisters, others saw as a step back. This debate rages in the fandom to this day, and many, many fans on Tumblr, Reddit, and other social media prefer Frozen to its sequel.

The fandom did gain some new content, including the addition of multiple ships. There were two that were rather popular. The first was Agduna (Agnarr/Iduna), which came about because of the major focus Frozen II had on them, the sisters’ parents. The second was Elsamaren (Elsa/Honeymaren), which came about because Honeymaren had a minor, but important interaction with Elsa in the film that sent her on the right path to Ahtohallan.

Just as Frozen II’s main theme—change—impacted the sisters, so to it did the fandom. The polarizing effect of the film lead to quite passionate arguments over its content. However, the fandom did not get any smaller or lose any passion. People continued to create, debate, discuss, and post about Frozen and Frozen II. In interviews, the cast and crew said that Frozen II was made to grow up with the audience who were there when the first film was released in theaters. With that in mind, the fandom no longer looked like it did when Frozen first came out.

Things change.

But we can still all agree on one thing: We love Frozen 💕

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