#faceless cinema

[ourobores]

There is a word in Korean. In-Yun. It means "providence". Or "fate". But it’s specifically about relationships between people. I think it comes from Buddhism and reincarnation. It’s an In-Yun if two strangers even walk by each other in the street and their clothes accidentally brush. Because it means there must have been something between them in their past lives.past lives, 2023

[filmswithoutfaces]

The Lodger: A Story of the London Fog 1927 | Alfred Hitchcock

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

The Feeling That the Time for Doing Something Has Passed (Joanna Arnow, 2023)

[filmap]

Faceless Jesús Franco. 1988

Clinic 1 Chem. du Cœur Volant, 78430 Louveciennes, France See in map

See in imdb

[artfilmaesthetics]

FACELESS CINEMATOGRAPHY: ‘THE FRENCH DISPATCH’ (2021) ♥

[southasiansource]

tera tassavur mujhe de ke maula ne mujh pe kiya hai karam by giving me this glimpse of you god has done me a mercy

[Image ID: eight faceless gifs from the music video of Azaan Sami Khan's Ik Lamha All the gifs are aesthetically desaturated to keep only warm colors with an emphasis on the blacks and whites, and they are all faceless:

GIF 1: A flashing old-timey theatre sign that says "Roma Shabana" on it.

GIF 2: A hand putting out a cigarette out in an ashtray.

GIF 3: A closeup of a woman's tightly clasped hands, red mehendi adorning the tips of her fingers, and a bold red circle at the back of her hand. A diamond ring glints on her finger.

GIF 4: A pen writing "SK Ruby" on a list of names, ending it with a definitive dot.

GIF 5: A woman placing her foot into a man's hand.

GIF 6: Multiple woman, dressed in the same costume with dresses that have open backs, straps criss-crossing across their backs. They are wearing a feathery headpiece as they walk together towards the stage.

GIF 7: A man reaching up to cup a woman's neck, tugging her close together. The woman's hands come up to hold onto his, her thumb brushing his knuckles.

GIF 8: A man holding a burning cigarette, pulling a note out of an envelope. The note reads, "Hope all is well - Ruby."

/end ID]

[waste-it-on-something-useful]

Quatre nuits d'un rêveur (Robert Bresson, 1971, Four Nights of a Dreamer)

Based on Fyodor Dostoevsky’s short story White Nights, originally published in 1848

[demacianpuppet]

Barbie later with my friends today!

[bellamysgriffin]

@pscentral EVENT 31: FACELESS (Pre-1975 Cinema)

Cool Hand Luke It Happened One Night North by Northwest The Seventh Seal Rebel Without a Cause The Apartment Singin in the Rain Last Year at Marienbad Splendor in the Grass Roman Holiday Two English Girls Bringing Up Baby West Side Story Double Indemnity

[hippielovinlife-blog]

Just saw John Wick and let me tell what this movie is and isn't.

John Wick is:

A love letter to Asian action films

A love letter specifically to the wuxia genre (they even call it out in the film)

A nostalgia piece if you grew during Saturday Kung Fu theatre times (about the mid 80's). What would happen is, you'd get up on Saturday, watch cartoons, then watch Kung Fu theatre, which would be badly dubbed wuxia films primarily, then you'd watch the westerns that came on right after that.

A chance for Keanu Reeves to get together with all of his favorite people and idols and spar and do stunts on the streets of beautiful cities.

A truly epic stunt adventure. The stunts in this movie are top notch. Great physical effects and wire work.

A great spaghetti western

An opportunity to see some of your favorite action stars do some of the most aesthetically pleasing and matter of fact sword work and hand to hand fighting ever put on film

A chance to see Donnie Yen having an excellent time with a fabulous character

A chance to meet a character who's sole purpose in the film is to be cool and to help out John from a distance.

Filled with plot armor

What John Wick is not

Short

In any way, realistic

Not for the faint of heart, blood wise

Complicated

The jist of it is this film was a laugh riot. I loved it! But it's right up my alley. I loved the set pieces. I loved the fact that there are no normal people in this film. I love the fact that one of the faceless army gets a chance to shine. I love the fact that new characters are introduced and you ask yourself "what's this guy's deal" and you never find out. I love the fact that the revenge cycle continues. Very wuxia. It was great. There was a lot of mutilation, some quick torture. But no dogs are killed. It's full of plot armor. Don't ask why some people can be hit by a car and be okay and some people can't. Just go with it. The ending has a very Asian cinema aesthetic w/ a little spaghetti western thrown in.

There is an end credit scene.

Have fun and enjoy the battles.

[dearlybelovedemilyko]

obsessed with this moment in chapter 205 when edward says there must be someone other than kate in the children's wing trying to fuck him over, and anthony is drawn.... as a dark faceless silhouette. poetic cinema

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

The Witch Who Came From The Sea (Matt Cimber, 1976)

[youremyheaven]

As a woman, am I not capable of being a genius? I read women are the Moon, thus vessels for men and have no light of their own. Women need to devote to a man who is the Sun and shine his light. That men as Solar are the only ones capable of being originators of ideas or progress or Truth (as they say) and thats how its intended to be, the woman/women since the sun cannot be restricted to one woman unless he desires to be should accept. Is it true or misogyny disguised as spirituality?

"Women are said to be the highest of vessels both physically and spiritually. We are the Moon which receives the light from the Sun and consequently reflects his light, his genius, all that he is. The Moon doesn’t shine on her own, but only in his light. His light is all over her body. She is the vessel that receives and is filled, thereafter “cooks” and gives birth to his energy, both in a physically literal way as a child or in an energetic sense, like a woman automatically subconsciously becomes the student of her chosen consort." - Taralina Nau (The Importance of Maintaining Female Sexual Purity on Medium)

I read the whole article (what you put in quotes) and I don't find it particularly misogynistic. I think men and women have a different relationship with sex. Women are by nature more inwardly drawn and emotional.

Men can bang 200 faceless women and maybe they'll feel disgusted afterwards but they'll more or less be okay. It's just not in their nature to absorb as such??

But a woman can't walk away from such an experience without being brutally affected by it.

But that said what you mentioned in the first part of your question is interesting.

A lot of the "divine feminine" content online reeks of misogyny and this includes Claire Nakti

But I did not interpret the specific Moon- Sun metaphor to mean that women can't be brilliant.

Moon has no light and women are inherently Lunar but there is strength and power in being receptive and reflecting light. The Sun can shine it's light but that's about it. The Moon receives AND reflects it. Imagine thinking that's not brilliant???

If you're entirely in darkness and all other stars around you are also dark, do you know how incredible you have to be to absorb and reflect light??? It's not a "lack", it's a quality and strength that's part of the Moon's unique nature. It does not create but reflects.

This is why the planet of creativity, Venus, is Yin. Because creation does not take place in "lack" or "absence". You can't make something out of nothing. In order to make anything, you have to draw from your influences.

Same goes for Moon. Light can't be created out of nothing. Only the Sun can do it. Does it make all other planets stupid??? Every planet has its own qualities 😩

The biological nature of a woman is to receive, alchemize and create.

We only need a sperm to make a whole ass baby inside us. Is that not mind blowing??? A human being with personality, likes, dislikes, talents etc is made within us???

But we do need that sperm. We can do 95% by ourselves but the other 5% we need from a man.

And that's fine??? It's completely alright?? It does not show weakness or inability?? Like am I also supposed to create the sperm on my own?? Lmao??

We were not put on this earth to be completely independent. Life would be disharmonious that way.

Now you may ask, what about men?

Men are Solar. The Sun creates its own light, it shines by itself. But it's life lacks purpose all alone.

Men don't do anything within their bodies, they're not wired that way. They don't have an interior life. That DOES NOT MEAN they're self sufficient or completely independent. They're inherently missing the feminine principle, the way the woman misses the sperm (the masculine principle lmao)

They seek it in art, poetry, beauty, gambling, porn, music, cinema, all forms of creativity because that's the Yin spirit. Even if a man avoids women and dies a virgin, he's still seeking the Yin in other ways. Why are women the biggest distraction for a man??? Because his presumed sufficiency feels hollow and empty and he needs to discharge himself energetically onto someone else.

Why are there so many films about rich, handsome, successful men who live lonely lives??? Because without the Yin, sufficiency feels limiting. Yin energy is innately spiritual and awakens them to both fun, pleasure etc but also subconsciously connects them to spirit and makes them feel alive. A man who has never been in love vs one who has are two different breeds.

[artfilmaesthetics]

FACELESS CINEMATOGRAPHY: ‘CAROL’ (2015) ♥

[isabeauwolf]

Has anyone else thought about what songs they or your mcs and ocs would sings during karaoke night with the LOV! And Mary dragged Kai along? While Kai dragged Chrono just he didn't wanna go alone! Just me? XD What would ya'll pick? ;)

Mary: "Decode" by Paramore, "Give a Reason" by Megumi Hayashibara (Slayers NEXT op), "Dearest" by Ayumi Hamasaki (Inuyasha ed 3), and "Old Souls" from Phantom of The Paradise, "Zombie" by Natalia Kills

Mary and Toga: "Sleeping Instinct" by Yurika (Beastars Ending 2), "Again" by Yui ( Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood - Op 1), "Gurenge" by LiSA, "In Chains" by Miku Appenda, and "Mz. Hyde" by Halestorm

Toga:  "Usseewa" by Ado, "Can't By Tamed" by Miley Cyrus, and "Gimme Gimme" by Brittany Spears, "The Listening" by Lights

Shiggy: "E for Extinction" by Thousand Foot Krutch, and "Bloody Power Fame" by coldrain

Dabi: "Twisted" by MISSO, "Back From the Dead" by Skillet, "Play With Fire" (feat. Yacht Money) by Sam Tinneszm, "Behind Blue Eyes" by Limp Bizkit, "Vanilla" by Gackt, and "Bad Things" - Jace Everett

Shiggy and Dabi: "Pain" by Three Days Grace, and "Faceless" by RED

Spinner: "Rise" by Skillet, "I Am All of Me" by Crush 40

Twice: "Paranoid Doll" by GACKT, "Erase My Scars" by Evans Blue, and "Crawl" by Breaking Benjamin

Twice and Toga: Insanity (Vocaloid)

Mr Compress: "House of Memories" by Panic! At The Disco and "Dying Wish" by Tasuku Hatanaka (Moriarty the Patriot by op 1), and "Getsusekai" by BUCK TICK (Nightwalker OP)

Mr Compress and Twice: "The Other Side" from The Greatest Showman

Magne: "Baby One More Time" by Brittany Spears and "If I Had You" by Adam Lambert

Magne, Toga and Mary: "Girls Just Wanna have Fun" and "Bad Romance" by Lady Gaga, "Cinderella" by The Cheetah Girls, "SPLASH FREE" from Free! Iwatobi Swim Club ED, "Sexy Naughty Bitchy" by Tata Young, and "Starstruck" by Lady GaGa

Magne and Mary: "Gimme More" by Bodybangers ft. Victoria Kern, "Buttons" by The Pussycat Dolls, and "Dressin' Up" by Katy Perry

Everyone (pff, Mary begged; they can't say no to her XD): "Enemy" by Imagine Dragons & JID, "Riot" by Three Days Grace, "Perfect Life" by RED, and "It’s My Party" (Obey Me! Ending Theme)  

Dabi, Spinner and Twice: "War Child" by Hollywood Undead (Dabi dragged Spinner, he's blushing hard, poor baby)

Overhaul: "Madness" and "Undisclosed Desires" by Muse, "Twisted Hearts" by Tasuku Hatanaka (Moriarty the Patriot by op 2), and "Sakura Falling - Yohio

Chrono: "Silent Scream" by Cinema Bizarre, "Hot Mess" by Cobra Starship (Hari had a few drinks)

Overhaul, Dabi and Tomura: "Kamisama HELP!" from Kamisama Hajimemashita, "JEALOUSNESS" from Brothers Conflict, and "SPECIALZ" By King Gnu (JJK S2 Op2)

Overhaul and Dabi: "Secret Zone" from BAD MEDICINE-INFECTIOUS TEACHERS OP

Hahah XD I had to have our lovesick Villains all sing together, mhwhaha (gonna tease and torment my boys)

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Not gonna lie.... Twice, Spinner and Chrono were hard to think of songs for... aside from disney songs! That's a whole another crack fic idea.

I was overthinking again, pff, what's new? XD Scrolling through my music playlists, listening to songs and trying to find the right songs... this took me 2 hours X///////////x Whoops

Trying to make sure everyone got at least 1 song or 2! Then the duets and whatnot!

@togeandmegumilover @fanofflames @slayfics @dabislittlemouse @chainslobber @staitc-rj @fabled-lady-twilla

[do-not-burn]

Joyride/Nervous Pt. 1 [Ghostface]

It's been a minute for me, sorry.

*1.75k word count*

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The thrumming of my racing heartbeat had been indistinguishable from my footfalls. Well, they were before the rain started. The soft “shh” of the late night shower was just loud enough to dull the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. The moon was hiding behind the few rainclouds, letting slip two slim beams of light - one just barely lighting up the surface of a nearby puddle of gasoline and rain. I was hiding too - trying to steady my breathing as I squatted behind some abandoned grey sedan in the parking lot of a closed cinema. He can’t hear me. He can’t see me. He can’t hear me. He can’t- “Wanna go for a ride?” His low, gravelly voice cut harshly through the static of the rainfall. He didn’t have to catch his breath.

A shriek was supposed to leave me if it wasn’t so hard to breathe - much less, scream - with a leatherbound hand gripping my throat, begging to crush my windpipes. Can he feel my pulse? A minor reprieve came when the hand shifted to take hold of my jaw, turning my head up to face him. Faceless him. His mask was a mockery. Like he knew he’d catch me terrified, slack-jawed, and paler than death in the too appropriate glow of the cowering moon. He stared - or so it felt - at me with his head cocked to his left, like he was waiting for a real response. Was that a real- Does he actually want me to answer? I continued to stay silent - positive there was no right answer. “How rude. Maybe you didn’t hear me—” 

My body was jerked upright to my feet, his hand planted firmly around my neck - my head went light from the motion, his hand like a noose - so he could speak into my ear. “— do you hear me now?” 

The mask’s gaping mouth brushed against my cheek as he shifted my head to face him. With his body shielding me from the drizzle, the water trickled down the forehead of the mask and struck between my eyes, forcing me to blink. The rain was getting heavier, louder. The clouds were shifting to expose more of the moon, casting faint light onto the mask - just barely through the mesh of the sunken, sloped eye sockets. If I really looked, maybe I could see his eyes through the mask. Or maybe it wasn’t mesh. My head was getting lighter and thinking was getting harder. I nodded once and slowly, lifting my hand to his - the one still squeezing around my neck. A glint of the second beam of moonlight caught my eye from below. Why hasn’t he stabbed me yet?  “Oh come onnn,” his voice dripped with amusement in his enunciation, his stress of each word, “Use your words, doll.” 

Doll? I certainly felt like one in the moment, virtually dangling from his hand, growing more and more useless the longer he held me. Tap. I tapped his hand. Please. I was tapping out, almost blacking out. I can’t play along if I can’t breathe. His fingers pressed into my neck, tensing at the contact - either from shock or resistance. Another tap and a tug at his glove. Please. A beat. Two beats. The pressure let up. Just a bit. Just enough. Enough for me to cough and wheeze out a pathetic little response. “Yes, I wanna go for a ride.” More words than I expected from myself. More enthusiasm than I meant to offer.

“Good. I was starting to think you don’t like me.”

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While I had never been chased by a killer before, I was pretty sure they weren’t supposed to let you sit in the front seat - let alone drive you to the dumpsite while you’re still breathing. He had hotwired the sedan and broke the clock adjacent to the stereo. None of the stations were playing anything quite to his liking, so he took to softly singing Rooney’s “When Did Your Heart Go Missing?” between muttering to himself and fiddling with the windshield wiper switch - all while driving with one hand. The other remained attached to the hilt of his knife - an extension of his being, as far as I was concerned - the blade of which he pressed into my thigh through my damp, clinging jeans. My skin is crawling. I hope I live to take these pants off.

The rain was getting heavier. Droplets colliding with the windshield like they wanted on the ride to nowhere. Where are we going? I hadn’t really thought to ask. A part of me hoped that, if I was quiet - or boring - enough, he’d ditch me on the side of the road, alive. Well, that would be a first. I had to give him as little material as possible. And that proved more impossible - the more he drove, the higher he dragged it up my leg, the deeper he pressed it into my leg. It hadn’t broken skin yet. Not that I would have noticed. He had been letting the rain build up on the windshield and dodging imaginary obstacles to earn a reaction, get my blood rushing - the face of frozen shock focused on me more than the road. Every jerk of the car made me jump in my seat… and onto the knife. “Oh, don’t be such a backseat driver, doll.” Doll. He must think it’s a game. 

And it was. For him. It was life or death only for me. I was the only one in that car at the mercy of a known murderer. The only one sitting silent in fear. He, on the other hand, was laughing. A soft, soulful chuckle. Much more unsettling than the expected maniacal cackle. It was as if the scene tickled him inside out. As if my visible fright and discomfort brought him genuine joy. Imagine how his laughter seemed to consume the night, drowning out the downpour once he pulled over to the edge of some forest on the far outskirts of some park that should have been closed at that hour. How each pause in his laughing fit sent a shiver down my spine. How still I became when he lifted his blade away from my leg and up, up, up to my chin all while still laughing. Then he stopped. As suddenly as he began, he stopped. He didn’t even have to catch his breath. “Do you want to drive instead?”

What?

“Did you not hear me? Or are you trying to hurt my feelings?” His weight shifted in the driver’s seat, blade pressing into my neck, mask level with and close to my face. I should have felt his breath on my nose, my cheek. I wasn’t free to move. I can’t speak. I can’t-

“Geez, doll. Here I thought you were warming up to me. Did you not like my serenade?”

I can’t speak. I can’t speak. He expected an answer. I couldn’t imagine what he would do if I didn’t answer. He was growing visibly impatient - or so I could see in the dim light of the moon and a distant, dying streetlamp. “I—” Ow. “I- I don’t want to…” Fuck. I think I might bleed if I speak anymore. “... t-to—” FUCK. “—to drive.” Am I bleeding? Maybe I’m just being dramatic. 

“Good. I thought maybe you didn’t like my driving. So,” the tip of the knife dragged along my jawline, “Why were you squirming so much?” It halted. “Do I…” The dragging resumed, now up and back down the side of my face. “... make you nervous?” 

He touched the flat of the blade to my cheek, earning my full attention - not that he ever lost it. Nervous is an understatement. He reeks of blood. Blood, petrichor, and… mint? Has he been chewing gum the whole time? It doesn’t matter. It really didn’t. The smell of blood - decay, even - was written in the human code to inspire unease. I nodded curtly, terrified of nicking myself from any sudden, loose movement. The mask tilted to the left. I just realised he never had a seatbelt on. I did. He strapped me in himself. The knife fell from my face. A controlled fall, the weapon never once leaving his hold, just my view. “Wanna know something?”

Another short nod. He’s so close. Why is he so close? Why are you so close? I can smell your gum. You smell like wet dog. Why are you asking me so many questions?

His other hand entered my view, thumb and forefinger closing on a dangling zipper I hadn’t registered. What the hell is he doing? I responded. I answered. I should’ve used my words. Ziiip. It was an agonising moment. The sound of the unzip at a harsh juxtaposition with the steady roll of rain beating against the roof of the car. 

“I wanna know.” Another sound. A strange, wavering voice. My strange, wavering voice. He has no retort. He just pauses for a beat, before continuing to unzip his giant black hoodie. If I looked closely - and I did - his fingers were trembling.

“You make me nervous too, doll.” He took a breath for the first time that night. “Very nervous.”

I didn’t know the car had a sunroof until he opened the hoodie, because that was when the clouds decided to further expose us to the moon. The light spilled into the car, painting his chest a nearly true white. Oh my. No wonder he lifted me like I weigh nothing. No wonder he smelled of blood. Spotting his sculpted abdomen were bandages and patches of gauze still turning red. The others fought back. Why is he showing me this? Are you calling me weak? Are you mocking me? Further still, there were scars freckling his chest. Claw marks, bruises. There was a brilliant and startling contrast between his… his trophies and his natural skin.

“I hoped I would be healed up by now. But I got impatient.”

I nodded again - eyes never leaving his bare chest. Who put those marks there? Who fought tooth and nail and still lost? Whose legacy is now just one of too many scars on some deranged guy? “I am so sorry.” Sorry? For killing so many people? For kidnapping me? For taking so long to get to killing me? “They meant nothing to me. I just…” His voice dropped to a whisper that made something in a deep, dark part of me twist. “... needed to practise. To be perfect for you.”

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Sorry for the abrupt stop. I might build on this later. I just wanted to get out of this slump by trying something new (ie. fanfiction) lol. Please feel free to give feedback!