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nine-frames · 1 year ago
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"A man with your responsibilities reading about the end of the world."
The Hunt for Red October, 1990.
Dir. John McTiernan | Writ. Larry Ferguson & Donald E. Stewart | DOP Jan de Bont
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schlock-luster-video · 4 months ago
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On July 23, 1964, Lord of the Flies debuted in the United Kingdom.
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morbid-hippie · 1 year ago
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The Day After (1983)
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When you close your eyes, you start remembering
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You can’t see it, you can’t feel it, and you can’t taste it, but it’s here
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They've got a hospital in Lawrence... 
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And then from the smoke came locust upon the earth
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You know what Einstein said? About World War Three? He said he didn’t know how they were gonna fight World War Three, but he knew how they would fight World War Four. With sticks and stones
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I’m not going anyplace
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I want to see my home before I die
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title · 1 month ago
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“May I rest my weary head on your shoulder?” (insp.)
In the Mood for Love (2000), Rafiki (2018), Cold War (2018), Your Name Engraved Herein (2020), But I’m a Cheerleader (1999), Moonlight (2016), Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019), And Then We Danced (2019), Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004), My Own Private Idaho (1991), Anatomy of a Fall (2023), Lovesong (2016), God’s Own Country (2017), The Handmaiden (2016), Notorious (1946)
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k-wame · 1 year ago
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OLEG IVENKO & SERGEI POLUNIN 2018 • The White Crow • dir. Ralph Fiennes
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samedmunds · 1 year ago
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East German Hijinks
I've been taking a look at the Cold War Museum in Virginia's digital archive of photos, interviews, and declassified documents from members of the US Military Liaison Mission in East Germany. It's a really weird bit of espionage history where basically each occupying power in Germany granted each other the ability to have stationed a handful of military personnel separate of any embassy or consulate who could just sorta... go places. They called it touring. These guys are sort of diplomatically immune and can go most places in the country outside of certain restricted zones (which the Americans immediately ignored).
Looking at the loosely organized photo gallery from servicemen who were stationed there from the 60s to the late 80s, there were a few commonalities that really stood out, in between family photos, state dinners, and visiting dignitaries. But every. single. person. had at least one photo of their service vehicle (usually a Jeep or a Ford muscle car) in a Situation.
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That second to last one there is left for the caption.
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They did a lot of off-roading so they could get covert photos of field activities, convoys, rail resupply, and field exercises. I'm particularly fond of The Device here
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But there's also a lot of the human element in there (lots of irritated Kommandatura)
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and my personal favorites:
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And this last one just has incredible vibes:
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nero-neptune · 7 months ago
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“I’m not a hero, I’m just a dancer.”
WHITE NIGHTS | 1985 | dir. taylor hackford
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blacknarcissus · 9 months ago
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Art direction in The Man Between (1953) dir. Carol Reed
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obscureloftgem · 2 months ago
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—“The Color of Pomegranates” (1969) | By Sergei Parajanov
Song: Born to Die by Lana Del Rey.
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humanoidhistory · 1 year ago
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Publicity stills for Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1956)
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audiemurphy1945 · 4 days ago
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Seven Days in May(1964)
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faaun · 11 months ago
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Jack Marsh (2005), Friendship Otherwise - Toward a Levinasian Description of Personal Friendship
#saw carnation lily lily rose by john singer seargent irl today. it was basically at my doorstep all along idk why i never went to see it#it was placed at a corner in the gallery. me and my friend sat down and sketched the paintings of beautiful naked people quite badly. paper#provided by tate britain. she told me about how she couldnt look her boyfriend in the face after a harrowing film about war. when i say the#interview was informal i mean the person who was supposed to be my boss told me let me get you a cider and then he said after#50 years of life he knows people are inherently good and it only takes a little bit of kindness to save this world. he said he tricked#his wife into keeping the baby and then he said he quit his job at a US bank to help people find meaning and in it#he would have liked to find meaning. instead he started climbing with his friends. he said he chews his cigarettes because its a habit from#when he had to hide things from people. the entire time i felt uncomfortable and incredibly enlightened. this is my friends mentor. she has#his pattern of pauses and expletive and penchant for ends-justify-means attitude. i do think im not very clever#but maybe one day i will love you enough to make up for it. i wrote code i dont understand staring at the final error i thought about how#we both thought of how when we're too old to remember the voices of our friends we would like to stand in the pathway of the LHC beam pipe#cut it open and eat light in the freezing cold vacuum (kills you long before radiation will) the invisible puncture wound unfolding dna#back to the start larger than you ever were. you go to heaven once youve been to hell. my friend is in my bed#practicing calculations of eigenvectors by hand and she is uninterested in a visual proof you are uninterested in incompetence#we catch a train this is your kind of burden you tragic hero wincing at that word you only do this because you have to. im the only one#who can. i am a coward in this for the fucking poetry. the visual proofs. the pretty numbers. an architect who was horrible at maths wanted#to be a philosopher and accidentally ended up neck in deep in 70th Error On Visual Studio Code i want to kiss your eyes before we say#goodbye we both know there is no love in the way there should be. I still have your dress in my wardrobe. i hope you make art.#you think im alright head-wise i think you fucking hate me i think ill never be so clever you want me to tell you my idea?#if you wanted more of this world i would have liked to kiss you harder. we cant both be like this. im sorry i cant be with you the whole wa#the love is gone if you have to ask it. his breath catches his eyes feel stiff it is -1.9 kelvin he is near the beam pipe i miss holding#his hand i miss her singing voice i miss his hair and i found the antonym of pain thank you for carrying me home.
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schlock-luster-video · 5 months ago
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On June 16, 1983, Lord of the Flies debuted in West Germany.
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loneberry · 1 year ago
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September 11, 1973: On the 50th Anniversary of the Coup in Chile 
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Today marks the 50th anniversary of the coup d’état in Chile, when a fascist junta led by dictator Augusto Pinochet overthrew the democratically elected socialist government of Salvador Allende. For those of us who are on the left, the story should be familiar by now: Allende had charted a ‘Chilean way to socialism' ("La vía chilena al socialismo") quite distinct from the Soviet Union and communist China, a peaceful path to socialism that was fundamentally anti-authoritarian, combining worker power with respect for civil liberties, freedom of the press, and a principled commitment to democratic process. For leftists who had become disillusioned with the Soviet drift into authoritarianism, Chile was a bright spot on an otherwise gloomy Cold War map.
What happened in Chile was one of the darkest chapters in the history of US interventionism. In August 1970, Henry Kissinger, who was then Nixon’s national security adviser, commissioned a study on the consequences of a possible Allende victory in the upcoming Chilean presidential election. Kissinger, Nixon, and the CIA—all under the spell of Cold War derangement syndrome—determined the US should pursue a policy of blocking the ascent of Allende, lest a socialist Chile generate a “domino effect” in the region. 
When Allende won the presidency, the US did everything in their power to destroy his government: they meddled in Chilean elections, leveraged their control of the international financial system to destroy the economy of Chile (which they also did through an economic boycott), and sowed social chaos through sponsoring terrorism and a shutdown of the transportation sector, bringing the country to the brink of civil war. Particularly infuriating to the Americans was Allende’s nationalization of the copper mining industry, which was around 70% of Chile’s economy at the time and was controlled by US mining companies like Anaconda, Kennecott and the Cerro Corporation. When the CIA’s campaign of sabotage failed to destroy the socialist experiment in Chile, they resorted to assisting general Augusto Pinochet's plot to overthrow the democratically elected government. What followed was a gruesome campaign of repression against workers, leftists, poets, activists, students, and ordinary Chileans—stadiums were turned into concentration camps where supporters of Allende’s Popular Unity government were tortured and murdered. During Pinochet’s 17-year reign of terror, 3,200 people were executed and 40,000 people were detained, tortured, or disappeared, 1,469 of whom remain unaccounted for. Chile was then used as a laboratory for neoliberal economic policies, where the Chicago boys and their ilk tested out their terrible ideas on a population forced to live under a military dictatorship.
It shatters my heart, thinking about this history. I feel a personal attachment to Chile, not only because my partner is Chilean (his father left during the dictatorship), but because I’ve always considered Chile to be a world capital of poetry and anti-authoritarian leftism. The filmmaker Alejandro Jodorowsky asks, “In how many countries does a real poetic atmosphere exist? Without a doubt, ancient China was a land of poetry. But I think, in the 1950s in Chile, we lived poetically like in no other country in the world.” (Poetry left China long ago — oh how I wish I’d been around to witness the poetic flowering of the Tang era!) Chile has one of the greatest literary traditions of the twentieth century, producing such giants as Bolaño and Neruda, and more recently, Cecilia Vicuña and Raúl Zurita, among others. 
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To commemorate the 50th anniversary of the coup, the Harvard Film Archive has been  screening Patricio Guzmán’s magisterial trilogy, The Battle of Chile, along with a program of Chilean cinema. I watched part I and II the last two nights and will watch part III tonight. It’s no secret that I am a huge fan of Guzmán’s work, and even quoted his beautiful film Nostalgia for the Light in the conclusion of my book Carceral Capitalism, when I wrote about the Chilean political prisoners who studied astronomy while incarcerated in the Atacama Desert. Bless Patricio Guzmán. This man has devoted his life and filmmaking career to the excavation of the Chilean soul. 
Parts I and II utterly destroyed me. I left the theater last night shaken to my core, my face covered in tears. 
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The films are all the more remarkable when you consider it was made by a scrappy team of six people using film stock provided by the great documentarian Chris Marker. After the coup, four of the filmmakers were arrested. The footage was smuggled out of Chile and the exiled filmmakers completed the films in Cuba. Sadly, in 1974, the Pinochet regime disappeared cameraman Jorge Müller Silva, who is assumed dead. 
It’s one thing to know the macro-story of what happened in Chile and quite another to see the view from the ground: the footage of the upswell of support for radical transformation, the marches, the street battles, the internal debates on the left about how to stop the fascist creep, the descent into chaos, the face of the military officer as he aims his pistol at the Argentine cameraman Leonard Hendrickson during the failed putsch of June 1973 (an ominous prelude to the September coup), the audio recordings of Allende on the morning of September 11, the bombing of Palacio de La Moneda—the military is closing in. Allende is dead. The crumbling edifice of the presidential palace becomes the rubble of revolutionary dreams—the bombs, a dirge for what was never even given a chance to live.
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super-ion · 3 months ago
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Aug-UST Day 17 - From rival factions
Some original fiction of character ideas that have been rattling around in my brain for a while now, based on a prompt from @thepromptfoundry
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I heave against the barn door and in a horrible cacophony, it grinds closed. It's still cold as hell, but at least we're out of the wind and snow.
I should probably place wards on the doors... and windows... and...
I glance up at the roof of the barn where wind whistles through more than a few holes that need patching. Yeah, no amount of warding is going to make this place defensible. Honestly, it's probably better not to use any magic at all, lest we give away our position.
That and I'm completely exhausted, I very much doubt I have any effort to spare for a half decent ward.
Getting eaten by zombies on the wrong side of the Iron Curtain was not how I imagined myself going out.
A hiss of a match brings my attention back to the here and now. Katerina is stooped over a glass lantern that shortly casts a sickly yellow light over the room. For a moment, I get that same brief impression of too many shadows around her. Spending a week with her has done little at temper the strangeness of her magic to my senses, that blend of traditional Eastern European craft and whatever the hell the Soviets have been dreaming up.
She straightens, bearing the lantern aloft and peering around the room as she carelessly brushes the curtain of her dark hair behind her ear. The flickering lamplight casts her bony features in sharp relief, and it really isn't that hard to imagine her as some witch living in a hut in the woods that walks around on chicken legs. There's something hard yet beautiful about her. She's...
"Elizabeth, you are bleeding," she says cutting through my thoughts.
I raise a hand to the wet spot on my temple.
"It's just a scratch," I reply. "It looks worse than it is."
She frowns and strides towards me.
"Let me see," she demands.
"It's nothing," I insist, probably sounding petulant, which is not at all my intent.
"It is not nothing if those beasts hunt by smell."
Damn, she's got me there.
She sets the lantern on the ground and takes my head in her hands. Her touch is surprisingly gentle as she makes her examination.
My heart speeds up at the touch.
Get it together Liz, I tell myself. She's the enemy.
Is she though?
Only a few months ago, our two nations were bearing down on one another in the waters between Cuba and Florida. Even the mundane world understood how close everything had come to all going to hell.
Right now though? Here in this barn in the East German countryside? We are just two witches, just two women united against a common enemy.
She murmurs something in a language I don't recognize and a blessed warmth flows through me, centering on the cut on my scalp.
Her eyes meet mine, those dark pools of intensity captivating me. The gaze lingers. The gentle touch of her fingers against my cheek linger. Her eyes flicker to my lips briefly, erasing any doubt that she hasn't felt the exact same feelings that had been haunting me.
Unbidden, my breath hitches. We are so close, it would be the easiest thing in the world to close that distance between us.
This is...
This is a terrible idea. At the end of the day, common enemy or no, we are still agents of rival governments.
I watch as the exact same thought plays out in her head. Something in her expression closes off and she jerks her hands away.
"We should get some rest," she mutters. "We will both need all our strength in the morning."
"Yeah..." I agree reluctantly.
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k-wame · 2 years ago
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MAX RIEMELT as Siggi & RONALD ZEHRFELD as Wolle 2006 • Der Rote Kakadu (The Red Cockatoo) • dir. Dominik Graf
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