#film remakes

[enbysiriusblack]

if a bunch of films are getting remakes, can i request a remake of the l'arrivée d'un train en gare de la ciotat?? it's such a sound film, and the new generation are really missing out getting to see it on the big screen. i think hugh dancy would really fit the main role.

[lost-carcosa]

Muppet Pulp Fiction. I really want to see Sam Eagle do Christopher Walken's watch speech.

STOP no more live-action remakes. We're going the other way now. Animated Casablanca. Animated The Godfather. Animated Oppenheimer. Animated Fight Club.

[sparrowlucero]

found an old bit of animation from a short film I never finished (about a dog that steals a deer bone from the woods and is haunted by the ghost of the deer). Don't think I ever posted it.

[ittakestwopod]

This week we are returning to our Remakes series with Planet of the Apes (1968) and Planet of the Apes (2001)

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The Movies:

Planet of the Apes (1968)

Directed by Franklin J. Schaffner

Written by Michael Wilson & Rod Serling

Based on the novel by Pierre Boulle

iMDb Rating: 8.0

Planet of the Apes (2001)

Directed by Tim Burton

Written by William Broyles Jr., Lawrence Konner & Mark Rosenthal

Based on the novel by Pierre Boulle

iMDB Rating: 5.7

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Discussions of hate crimes, violence, transphobia, misogyny, holocaust denial, J.K. Rowling, Mark Wahlberg, classism, sexism, violence, gun violence, death, abuse of animals

[lokihiddleston]

“Upon awaking, Belle went exploring the castle, determined to unravel the mysteries of the Beast. She became lost in a labyrinth of corridors and ramshackle passageways, with, a tall times, the eerie sensation of being followed.” LA BELLE ET LA BÊTE (2014)

[anotheruserwithnoname]

Oh I could fill a book with examples of this (random example: back in 2007 they tried remaking The Bionic Woman for TV, but I was turned off when I saw a promo interview where people making the show disrespected the original series. I also recall someone involved with a BBC adaptation of a famous novel about 10 years back saying they added sex scenes to it in order to make the novel interesting for modern viewers, so I guess the original story wasn't worth adapting if they felt it didn't stand on its own).

To add to Annie’s comment: if you think a source work is too dull, problematic, racist, sexist, too far right, too far left, doesn’t have enough stuff you think modern audiences want (there are ALIEN SPACE MONSTERS in the trailer for Foundation Season 2. Foundation!) - then abandon it and move on to something else or, better still, create your own classic novel or TV series. Then you can do whatever the hell you want.

There are countless classic books and TV shows and movies that in some cases literally cannot be made today (good luck trying to remake Blazing Saddles, or for that matter The Godfather, and I don’t think we’ll see them remaking the Bond novel Live and Let Die anytime soon). Everything has its time and everything ends, to paraphrase an episode of Doctor Who. If it’s decided that Blazing Saddles (one of the strongest anti-racism films of the 1970s, believe it or not) can only be remade (it won’t be) by altering the source material beyond recognition, then let it rest in piece. Ditto anything else. I’ll let fans of Tolkien, Wheel of Time, Foundation, etc etc speak their piece on this topic...

To all TV and movie producers out there, a heartfelt message to you:

STOP👏ADAPTING👏ORIGINAL👏WORKS👏IF👏YOU HATE👏THE SOURCE👏MATERIAL

[rongzhi]

ゴニン (1995)

[pocketgnome]

Gnomes in Art🎨 #Halloween edition 🎃

[v1tfrma]

I know Josh is a psycho, but Rami Malek is so fit

[horygory]

Suspiria (2018)

[catboy-bride]

teaching ashley some very important life skills

[piratehunted]

[silvadour]

[miwwwch]

[thewolffairytaler]

Hi🌹✨

I hope it's not too inappropriate but may I request a pregnant reader x Thomas Hewitt? Like fluff, how he'd be overprotective, obsessed💐❤️

Thank you🌸🪻

One devoted husband | Obsessed Thomas Hewitt x pregnant reader

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Summary: It ain’t easy living in Texas, but it isn't easier to survive with the Hewitt family. However, Thomas does remind her of why she even obliged to stay with him. He makes it nice. He can't always protect her from his own family and their viewpoints, but he does make it better. Even when they are times where she questions if he would ever turn on her too.

The promise of a July rain and the aroma of wildflowers filled the hot Texas air. Thomas moved with surprising gentleness, adjusting the thin blanket around his partner, his face motionless and unreadable beneath the hideous mask of stitched-together skin. Beneath the fading flowered frock, her bulging belly from their child had a soft curvature that contrasted sharply with the hardness of their surroundings.

In the harsh terrain of his life, her presence had created a tenuous haven. The world had been a clamour of hunger and need before she arrived, a never-ending battle for existence. With Y/n, his life now had meaning that was interwoven with everything else. She may not have initially been drawn to him out of full commitments, but rather by her own compass of survival and a whispered sense of pity in the mute, scarred guy. At this shift in him, the other men in his family complained, their eyes narrowed in mistrust, but Thomas ignored them. He was hers and Y/n was his. For her, he was an oddity made of damaged mind and muscle, a beast against the world.

He watched her now, her hands gently stroking the growing swell of their child, her eyes the soft colour of a weathered palette. She was radiant, even with the dust that clung to her skin and the worry that sometimes flickered across her face. He reached out a hand, calloused and scarred, and hesitantly touched her arm, his hum deepening into something akin to a rumble of contentment. She turned to him, a small smile gracing her lips, and he felt something within him loosen, a tension he hadn't even realised he held. Y/n knew him, understood the chaotic storm raging beneath the leather mask. She saw the silent tenderness, the longing for something gentle, something good.

Carefully guiding her through the house's tight threshold, he brought her inside. His senses were overwhelmed with the familiar smells of old wood, grease, and dried blood, yet even these smells seemed subdued today, somehow mellowed by the strawberry-sweet perfume that Y/n always wore. He had observed her meticulously caring for the little patch of berries and wildflowers she had planted close to the porch. little bursts of colour in the otherwise subdued, dusty environment. It demonstrated her tenacity and the obstinate optimism that blossomed amid the violence and mayhem she encountered upon her arrival. He led her to the old, woven armchair, its stuffing spilling out in places, and carefully helped her settle in. He retrieved a worn blanket, another of Y/n's small comforts, and tucked it around her with painstaking care.

His hum became to a steady, gentle throb of devotion as he continued to stare at her. She captivated him with the soft curve of her belly and the miracle that blossomed beneath her skin. In a manner that words could not express, he realised that he was now inseparable from her and the child she was carrying. With all his might and resources, he would defend them, even if it meant facing Hoyt's wrath.

His typical lumbering pace was a sharp contrast to his precise, almost delicate, movements as he made his way to the kitchen. He poured her a glass of milk, being especially cautious not to spill any. A tablespoon of honey, a rare treat he had discovered tucked away in the ancient pantry, was added. With his gaze fixed on her face, he brought it to her and watched as she took tiny, delicate sips, her cheeks turning a gentle shade of pink.

He crouched beside her chair, resting his large hand on her knee, feeling the gentle warmth of her skin. He pressed his cheek to her leg, nuzzling against her in a way that was almost kittenish. Y/n’s hand came to rest on the back of his head, her fingers gently combing through the short, rough hair beneath the leather. She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his mask, her lips lingering for a moment. It was a silent communication, a declaration of a love that somehow defied logic and expectation, a tenderness that bloomed in the shadows of their harsh reality.

This frail woman and the baby developing inside her were his entire universe. Yes, he was obsessed since their welfare had become the centre of his universe. Within the walls of their dilapidated, dusty house, he would hunt, guard, and create a safe haven. If only for her, he would learn how to be a partner and to treat the delicate miracle of life with the same tenderness and care that he had grown to love her. He had no desire to subject children to the suffering of his world. He would be their silent, loyal guardian, keeping them secure and loved. With complete devotion, he would offer them everything he had, which at the time was everything of himself. The dust motes swirling in the air were illuminated by the Texas sunlight streaming through the dirty window, and for a brief moment, there was calm in the little, peaceful area of the earth they had made. And in that tranquilly, a silent vow between a silent man and his expectant wife blossomed, a love as wild and fierce as the land around them.

[goryfluff]

Lilo & Stitch (2002) dir. Chris Sanders, Dean DeBlois