#filmy fantasy

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Czarujące krainy: podróż przez ponadczasowy urok filmów fantasy

W rozległym krajobrazie gatunków filmowych filmy fantasy stanowią portale do krain, w których wyobraźnia nie zna granic. Dzięki magicznym stworzeniom, epickim wyprawom i nieziemskim krajobrazom filmy fantasy od dziesięcioleci urzekają widzów, oferując ucieczkę od rzeczywistości do czarujących światów, w których wszystko jest możliwe. Gatunek ten ewoluował z biegiem czasu, kształtując i przekształcając nasze postrzeganie opowiadania historii, bohaterstwa i nieograniczonej mocy kreatywności.

Narodziny kina fantasy

Korzenie kina fantasy sięgają początków kina, kiedy wizjonerzy tacy jak George Méliès eksperymentowali z efektami specjalnymi i tworzyli fantastyczne światy w przełomowych filmach, takich jak „Podróż na księżyc” (1902). Ci pionierzy położyli podwaliny pod gatunek, który będzie się nadal rozwijać i ewoluować, czerpiąc inspirację z literatury, folkloru i mitologii.

Epickie misje i bohaterskie podróże

W sercu wielu filmów fantasy leży ponadczasowy temat epickich wypraw i bohaterskich podróży. Od J.R.R. Tolkiena Śródziemie do J.K. W magicznym świecie Rowling filmy fantasy często przedstawiają nam postacie, które wyruszają na niebezpieczne przygody, mierząc się z potężnymi wrogami i pokonując niewyobrażalne wyzwania. Podróż bohatera, archetyp narracyjny głęboko zakorzeniony w mitologii, staje się fascynującym narzędziem do badania kondycji ludzkiej i triumfu dobra nad złem.

Magiczne stworzenia i wyimaginowane krainy

Jednym z czarujących aspektów filmów fantasy jest wprowadzenie magicznych stworzeń i wyimaginowanych krain. Smoki, elfy, krasnoludy i mityczne bestie ożywają dzięki najnowocześniejszym efektom specjalnym, przenosząc widzów do światów, w których prawa fizyki i natury naginają się do fantastyki. Stworzenia te służą nie tylko jako spektakle wizualne, ale także symbolizują nieokiełznane cuda ludzkiej wyobraźni. Filmy dla dzieci potrafią pobudzić wyobraźnię.

Siła budowania świata

Kluczem do sukcesu filmów fantasy jest skrupulatne rzemiosło budowania świata. Niezależnie od tego, czy chodzi o rozległe krajobrazy z „Władcy Pierścieni”, czy kapryśne uliczki Ulicy Pokątnej w „Harrym Potterze”, twórcy filmowi poświęcają dużo czasu i wysiłku na tworzenie wciągających scenerii, które stają się postaciami samymi w sobie. Dbałość o szczegóły w budowaniu świata pozwala widzom w pełni zaangażować się w alternatywne rzeczywistości, dzięki czemu wrażenia wizualne stają się jeszcze bardziej urzekające.

Ewolucja i różnorodność w kinie fantasy

Wraz z ewolucją przemysłu filmowego rozwija się także gatunek fantasy. Współczesne filmy fantasy eksplorują różnorodne tematy, postaci i wpływy kulturowe, odrywając się od tradycyjnych europocentrycznych narracji. Filmy takie jak „Coco” inspirowany meksykańskim folklorem i „Moana” czerpiący z mitologii polinezyjskiej pokazują możliwości adaptacji tego gatunku i jego zdolność do rezonowania z publicznością na całym świecie. Natomiast filmy takie jak Wonka pokazują zupełnie nowy wgląd na to wszystko.

Odkryj najlepsze fantasy

Filmy fantasy przenoszą nas do krain, gdzie niemożliwe staje się możliwe, gdzie przyziemność zostaje zastąpiona niezwykłością. Dzięki epickim wyprawom, magicznym stworzeniom i pomysłowemu budowaniu świata gatunek ten wplótł się w tkankę historii kina, pozostawiając niezatarty ślad w sztuce opowiadania historii. W dalszym ciągu oczarowani urzekającym urokiem kina fantasy, wyruszamy w nieustanną podróż do bezgranicznych krain ludzkiej wyobraźni.

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USA notes with cartoon movies.

[filmowo]

Shazam! Gniew bogów (2023) Cały film PL + 1080P

Billy Batson, który staje się superbohaterem po wypowiedzeniu słowa "Shazam!", razem z przybranym rodzeństwem próbuje powstrzymać trzy boginie przed użyciem artefaktu zdolnego zniszczyć świat.

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[ahera764]

Polecane Seriale i Filmy 🌈🧙🏻‍♀️🌀🪄⛈️🧝🏻‍♀️🪻🌞🌿🧚🏻‍♀️🌊🫧🐾🐳🌅🌼☔🛀🏼🌳🌞🪽🩵🩷

[mirshaseraphim]

Seriale i filmy dla przebudzonych i poszukujących inspiracji (c.d):

[in-halingstardust]

Sweet Composure ❣

A/N: Honkai Star rail has a death grip on me and WELT, my boi WELT is back! This blog might just be Welt Yang for the rest of my eternity. 2:44am thoughts, not proofread, omg there are so many mistakes that I will fix later. Also heads up cause I just got Jing Yuan and he smile makes me kick my feet and giggle. Tags: !mdni, blowjobs, daddy Mr. Welt, of age reader (not part of the trio), slight begging, nsfw

Mr. Welt always had an air of composure around him. Whether that was caring for the misfits of the Astral Express to staying up late at night making sure the express functioned correctly. He seemed so serious at first, but as you got to know him he has a sincere, funny, sweet side.

Now if only he ravage you like your fantasy, but that composure was like a stonewall especially in the bedroom.

It was something so desperately you wanted to break.

Hence you and him, alone on the Astral Express. Well- Himeko and Pom Pom were making dinner but they wouldn't be done for a while.

That meant it was easy to get a quicky done.

Mr. Welt is such a gentleman. Instead of letting you kneel on the cold ground your head between his thighs as he sat by the bedside, he would place a pillow for your poor kneecaps. Said he didn't like to see you bruise at the expense of him.

Mr. Welt is trying to be so gentle with you and you can't stand that! You purposefully take him deeper into your throat letting out a moan that vibrates to him. You peer up to Mr. Welt lost in pure bliss, his glasses slipping slightly off his face, his breath coming out in small huffs as he shakes.

Popping off to give respite to your throat you gently stroke his cock, puffed and shiny pink with your spit. Mr.Welt trembles as you give a soft kiss to the head before licking a vein underneat to probe a reaction. It works. His hand grips your head and pulls back roughly as you stare up at him. He's so cute with his blush covering his face and how his cock twitches with his breath.

You want to devour him.

You give a gasp as he tugs your hair back, inches away from himself, a breath to give himself before he tips deeper into bliss. You look up at him, dewy eyes and you can tell he wants to ravish you, it's so desperate, you want him to fuck you harder than ever before.

But Mr. Welt is such a gentleman. All he needed is encouragement.

You breathe out, touching his thigh as it jerks like fire against ice, he stares down lost in his own pleasure before realizing where his hands. You can see his golden eyes widen as he gently untangles his fingertips from your hair to gently cradle you.

"Mr. Welt. Don't you want me?" And you swear you hear his breath hitch in his throat as you again lick one slow stripe against his veins. He shudders, knees buckling, "Please?" You plead as you leave a small kiss against the side of his head. Just enough to stimulate, enough to take you.

It must of worked, because he lets out a chocked sigh as he rubs a thumb against the protrude of your mouth. You give it a quick suck before he removes it, thumb cradling the side of your cheek as he thinks.

Mr.Welt lets out a groan that turn you on more than it should have, "Just for tonight." He whispers. That's enough for you as you open your mouth to take him all at once.

He's polite, only keeping his hands against your head as support, tugging slightly when he'd hit the back of your throat, because if you are this tight here, how tight would you be down there? A couple more bobs and you can feel his cock hit the back of your soft palate, warm, sticky, goodness leaks in rhythm to his jerks as you suck him dry.

Mr. Welt is the first to recover, you're still catching your breath as you give a small pop ass hitting the floor as you wipe some of his cum off your chest. It leaves a filmy texture between your fingers. You're about to lick up the excess leaving no drop of Mr. Welt undone until he interjects.

"Here." He says as he hands you a magical produced handkerchief, and you can't he is so sweet. He's still breathing hard, cock spent against his thigh. You thank him before wiping the left over saliva around your chin, dapping it away slowly.

Once you felt yourself become semi clean you look up to Mr. Welt, "We're not done yet...are we?" You ask because you can't stop now, Not when you know Mr. Welt makes those delectable faces. You stand up shakily before falling into the bed onto him, hand pressed against his chest, head tucked by his shoulder.

You can't see Mr. Welts face from his angle, but you do hear a small- embarrassed "not yet" come from him.

Mr. Welt really is the sweetest as you lean upwards for another kiss and another round.

[nathaira-stern]

A Fair Trade

[Gender neutral reader X fairy queen, approx 550 words.]

[well I've been meaning to write some fae short fiction/snippets, romance and maybe edging into smut, but this first one is just heavily implied. Hope y'all enjoy!]

The sun was setting when you decided to go for a walk - no big deal, though, you knew these woods well. Or at least you thought you did, until you came to a fork in a trail you didn't recognize. The new path was barely more than a deer trail, though, so you didn't think much of it - until you heard her.

A clear soprano voice, singing something softly, and you couldn't quite make out the words, nor did the tune sound familiar, but something about it made you stop to listen.

You took a step down the side trail without really thinking about it, just wanting to get closer to the one singing, to hear the tune properly. As you got closer, you began to realize that you couldn't make out words because you didn't know the language, weren't even sure what language it was, and then, abruptly, you were at the creek, much closer than you thought it was to the main trail. And you saw her, sitting on a rock, facing away from you, with her feet in the water.

Maybe it was just the last rays of sunlight as twilight descended, but she seemed to glow, somehow, and as a twig snapped beneath your feet with a crack, she let the song fade and turned to look at you.

She didn't seem startled, nor was she nervous, though the simple dress she wore was so filmy you could see through it even in this low light. Not that you were trying to stare, but you couldn't help it - she was so beautiful, and almost naked, and just smiling, like she was inviting you to look all you wished.

She called to you by name and indicated the space on the rock next to her. "Come sit with me a while."

Entranced, you did as you were bid, and not until you'd sat beside her did you think to ask how she knew your name.

She didn't answer, just laughed merrily, and kicked her feet in the water, scattering drops that looked like diamonds, making it more obvious now that she was glowing, somehow.

Then she turned back to gaze at you again, with eyes that were blue and green and grey all at once, softly luminous, and you met her gaze for a moment before you glanced down, afraid of staring. But you could feel her eyes on you still, and you raised yours back up, lingering for a moment on her glistening lips.

As your eyes met hers again, those lips quirked into a grin. "And do you think to kiss these lips?" she asked.

Your pulse quickened, afraid you'd offend her, unsure what to say, but when you didn't speak, she continued,

"For if you dare to kiss my lips, and spend a night with me, you then must serve me seven years in Fairy by the sea.

"One night my body in your power, to use me as you will - what'ere your fantasy, desire, or wish I will fulfill.

"Then seven years you will be mine, to serve within my court, and at the end, you safely home, I swear I will transport."

Well, the rhyming verse and glowing would have explained who she was even without the mention of fairyland. But one night, of this glorious creature fulfilling your every fantasy? You could feel your body already responding to the thought. Seven years seemed like a fair trade, you thought to yourself, as you leaned in to kiss her - snaking one hand up the back of her neck and into her hair, as your other wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer.

[cressida-jayoungr]

One Dress a Day Challenge

August: Fantasy & Sci-Fi

Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time / Gemma Arterton as Princess Tamina

What really makes this costume for me is the filmy cloak. It looks simple at first glance, but on closer inspection, you can see that it's covered with delicate embroidery in pale gold. There are floral-looking roundels all around the border, and the hood has small flower and vine designs as well, in addition to a scalloped edge. The dress underneath is fairly basic, but it reinforces the cream and gold color scheme.

I also think they way they've done her hair is very pretty, with the pearls and silver ribbon braided into it.

[vase-oddana-ruzenka]

Možná teď budu trošku sentimentální, ale Princ Mamánek mě donutil formulovat myšlenku, kterou jsem dostala nedávno a kterou jsem probírala s @obrozujici-premyslovec a @i-might-change-it-later

Jedná se mi o to, jestli není dost možný, že u nás vznikají většinou průměrný/lehce podprůměrný filmy z toho důvodu, že tvůrci vlastně nemají žádnou odezvu.

Řekněme si upřímně, co se stane, když se tu někdo odváží přijít s něčím jiným, než s romantickou komedií nebo detektivkou. Buď to prostě vyšumí, ocení to možná pár jedinců, nebo to ČSFD strhá. Je pravda, že v nějaké menší scéně určitě vzniká spoustu skvostů, ale kdo si jich všimne.

A říkám si, jestli by to prostě nechtělo, abychom těm tvůrcům dali nějak vědět, že chceme jiný filmy než další romantickou komedii nebo detektivku stokrát jinak.

Myslím, že jeden z důvodů, proč je tolik filmů tlačený jako pohádky je ten, že se tvůrci bojí, že kdyby šli do něčeho víc fantasy nebo jiného žánru, tak to průměrný český divák nestráví (viz Princezna zakletá v čase a Princ Mamánek)

Pojďme zkusit tvůrcům dát vědět, že fantasy a jiný věci chceme ❤️

[tinyreviews]

Finnish cinema

Finnish cinema, while less globally recognized than its Scandinavian counterparts from Sweden and Denmark, has a rich history and a distinctive style that reflects the culture, values, and history of Finland.

History: Finnish cinema dates back to 1907 with the creation of the first Finnish film production company, Suomi-Filmi. It produced many silent films and early talkies, establishing the beginnings of a national cinema.

Themes: Finnish films often explore themes of national identity, history, and the tension between traditional rural life and modern urban living. There's also a distinctive engagement with nature, fitting for a country known for its forests and lakes.

Social Realism: Like much of Nordic cinema, Finnish films are known for their social realism. They often tackle societal issues with a focus on the everyday experiences of ordinary people. This has led to a cinematic tradition that’s both grounded and poignant.

Humor: Finnish cinema has a unique sense of humor. "Finnish deadpan" is a style of comedy characterized by minimalist, matter-of-fact delivery and absurd situations, often combined with a melancholic tone. Notable directors in this vein include Aki Kaurismäki, whose films are internationally acclaimed.

Notable Films and Directors: In addition to Aki Kaurismäki, notable Finnish directors include his brother Mika Kaurismäki, Renny Harlin (known for Hollywood action films), and Jalmari Helander (known for his action and fantasy films). Some internationally acclaimed Finnish films are "The Man Without a Past", "Rare Exports: A Christmas Tale", and "Tom of Finland".

International Recognition: Finnish films have received international recognition and won awards at prestigious festivals, such as the Cannes Film Festival. However, they are not as widely exported or recognized as films from some other European countries.

Modern Finnish Cinema: Modern Finnish cinema is diverse, with films ranging from historical dramas to dark comedies, action films, and introspective character studies. The industry also produces high-quality documentaries.

In summary, Finnish cinema is characterized by its blend of social realism, distinctive humor, engagement with national themes, and a commitment to telling stories about ordinary people and their lives.

[vintagerpg]

The second volume in the Advanced Fighting Fantasy game is Blacksand! (1990). As a rules expansion this is brief and arranged around urban activities — there are some new skills, a bunch of new spells, guidance for playing a priest type character and a mechanical framework for having socioeconomic class influence interactions. This is followed by some broad advice on creating cities and running adventures in them (which was already set up a bit in Dungeoneer).

The real centerpiece of the book is the detailed look at Port Blacksand, a city of some repute from the Fighting Fantasy gamebooks (two of my favorites, City of Thieves and Midnight Rogue, are set there). This is Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay levels of good and gritty city design here and augmented by Russ Nicholson’s frankly awesome illustration work. Truly astounding.

There is a lengthy scenario that capitalizes on the city design and presents an pretty open adventure (it actually picks up the threads from the second scenario in Dungeoneer, and would conclude in Allansia, the next volume). As a thing to read in a book, it’s pretty good! As a thing to run for a table of players, I hate being bound to the gamebook construction. Sometimes it works, most of the time I just want bullet points.

Oh, I meant to mention yesterday, the GM here is the Director, and the game aggressively uses film terms and concepts, using camera directions in descriptions and encouraging the GM to yet “Cut!” to end scenes. This goes farther than the Star Wars RPG at the time (I don’t think a lot of the cut scene mechanics were in that RPG until second edition and even when they are, they never seem quite so filmy). It feels a little out of place to me here, but YMMV.

[trippininjp]

Kropiło wczoraj cały dzień. A więc co zrobiłam? Poszłam obczaić Waseda-sai (festiwal kulturowy Wasedy)

Widziałam występ kółka odottemita (covery taneczne) specjalizujący się w piosenkach vocaloidowych. Było cool. Znałam mniej piosenek niż sie spodziewałam, ake było cool. I wleciało Senbonzakura! Na dodatek tańczyli w cosplayach pięciu głównych vocaloidowych! Nagle zrozumiałam, o co chodziło z ludźmi w cosplayach jak szłam przez kampus 15 min wcześniej, to byli oni! Ale nie skojarzyłam wtedy, że to Miku z Senbonzakura, shame on me.

Zawsze mam plan poprzycinać te filmy ale mi sie nie chce, trudno.

Zupełnie przypadkiem też trafiłam na pewien zespół. Usłyszałam, że całkiem fajne grają, podeszłam. No rzeczywiście całkiem fajnie, to słucham dalej. Aż wlatuje piosenka, która brzmi jakoś znajomo. Hmm. No a potem wlatuje piosenka, która brzmi bardzo znajomo!! Okazało sie, że to zespół, który znalazłam miesiąc temu i chciałam spontanicznie pójść na ich koncert, ale to odwołałam, bo wtedy miało dotrzeć moje krzesło xddd I teraz przypadkowo natknęłam się na 20 min ich koncertu za darmo na wasedasai?? is this the real life or is this fantasy. Serio, takie przypadki zdarzają się tylko w fikcji. Nie mam fotek ani video bo akurat padalo mocniej i ludzie zaslaniali wszystko parasolkami.

W ogóle to wielkie tłumy mimo deszczu, duzo stoisk z jedzeniem (yakimochi smaczne, yakisoba po studencku - bardzo biedna xd), dużo studentów nawołujących do stoisk z jedzeniem, dużo studentowy nawołujących do odwiedzenia ich kółek. Dużo studentów... kierujących ruchem drogowym?! Nie żartuję, nie dość że na lampusie jednym i drugim porozstawiali taśmy, żeby wymusić ruch lewostronny i porozstawiali ludków, którzy zaganiali ludzi, kierowali ich, nawet nie wiem, to do tego studenty kierowały ruchem na drodze między kampusami xd one są w odległości 5-10min na piechotę od siebie, więc niedaleko, ale po drodze jest tez duże skrzyżowanie. No i studenty stały też na tym skrzyżowaniu, z profesjonalnymi lightstickami do kierowania ruchem. Krzyczeli, żeby trzymać się lewej strony, żeby stawać jak najbliżej jezdni przed pasami, żeby ludzie się łatwiej zmieścili.... To było takie... Nie wiem. Bardzo dużo siły roboczo-studenckiej idzie na takie coś, czego połowę można by załatwić tabliczką. Z jednej strony mnie to bardzo bawi w Japonii, bo wszystko tu tak działa, że zawsze ktoś musi Japończykom mówić, gdzie stanąć, którędy iść. Z jednej strony przesada. A z drugiej strony nie powinnam się z tego śmiać, bo dzięki temu tak łatwo tu być ogólnie nie-zagubionym, lol. Podobnie dokładnie instruują też w innych przypadkach, np. obczajałam bilety na Comicon i na stronie jest mnóstwo rysunków i mini komiksów, obrazujących regulamin interakcji z celebrytami. Silly. Ale z drugiej strony wszystko obejrzalam, mimo ze mi sie to nie przyda.

Wracając na chwilę do wasedasai, obejrzałam tam jeszcze wystawy kółka fotografi, kółka sztuki(?tak sądzę) i kółka malarstwa. Ładne rzeczy. Fotografia była bardzo ciekawa.

Posprawdzałam sobie przy okazji, jak działa to kółko malarstwa i to brzmi całkiem nieźle? Rozważam obczajenie. Pamiętam, że mnie odstraszyli na samym początku semestru, bo ludzie przy stoisku byli tacy meh i chcieli spotkania dwa razy w tyg po 5 godzin, ale się okazuje, że to nie jest obowiązkowe - przychodzisz, jeśli chcesz. Na dodatek finansowo wydaje się opłacalne... We'll see.

Tak mnie wyniszczyło chodzenie wczoraj, że postanowiłam wprowadzić zmianę w swoim życiu i dosłownie przed chwilą kupiłam ubezpieczenie rowerowe (obowiązkowe w większości rejonów Japonii, jeśli chcesz jeździć). Skoro chodzenie nie działa, to będę jeździć. Chyba. Jak się odważę. I jak obczaję, jak działa wypożyczanie rowerów od landlorda i czy to ma sens. Jak nie, to trochę kicha, bo chyba nie mam tu miejsca parkingowego na własny rower. Jeszcze jest opcja z wypożyczaniem z punktów rowerowych. No zobaczymy, ciąg dalszy może za jakiś czas.

A na jutro umówiłam się z człowiekiem z internetu na granie w mtg. Odezwę się jutro wieczorem, żeby dać znać, że mnie nie porwali.

[witekspicsbanknotes]

JAPANESE fantasy golden notes for collectors - characters from movies / cartoons.

[videli-jste-tento-film]

tumblr nezná 100 filmů! aneb 18. statistika

Nenasytná Tiffany (2015) : nezná 91,5 %, vidělo 4,2 %

Konec srpna v hotelu Ozon (1966) : nezná 88,3 %, vidělo 5 %

Záhrada (1995) : nezná 86,1 %, vidělo 1,4 %

O slavnosti a hostech (1966) : nezná 84,6 %, vidělo 6,2 %

V žáru královské lásky (1990) : nezná 84,4 %, vidělo 6,3 %

Hezké chvilky bez záruky (2006) : nezná 84,1 %, vidělo 1,4 %

Pirko (2016) : nezná 83,6 %, vidělo 1,5 %

Anděl Exit (2000) : nezná 83 %, vidělo 1,9 %

Dívka s mušlí (1980) : nezná 82,5 %, vidělo 4,8 %

Eva Nová (2015) : nezná 81,4 %, vidělo 1,7 % N

nenáhodné poznatky: speciální faktoidní edice

zastoupení filmů podle dekády vypadá takto:

Tedy nejvíce filmů ze stovky neznámých pochází z počátku tisíciletí, následují roky 2010–19 a na třetím místě máme osmdesátky. Ale pokud se podíváme na všechny filmy z daného desetiletí, zjistíme, že nejméně známe filmy z čtyřicátých let (v absolutních číslech je to pět filmů neznámých a jeden známý, ale neviděný), dvacátá léta nepočítaje. Naopak nejvíce známe filmy z padesátek, což není překvapivé, protože většina filmů z tohoto období, o kterých se hlasovalo, byly pohádky nebo klasiky typu Švejk.

nejvíce neznámých filmů je z roku 1966, je jich... 6 (*devil eyes*)

o těchto filmech v průměru hlasuje 65,93 člověka (dovolím si říct... 66), u všech filmů je to 71,18 osoby a u viděných filmů 76,83

pro jednou se seriózně pobavme taky o žánru:

Tento lame graf znázorňuje, že 57 filmů je na ČSFD označeno jako komedie, 39 jako drama, 9 jako pohádka, 8 jako krimi, psychologický, fantasy nebo horor, 7 jako romantický, 6 jako sci-fi a pak nějaké další drobné. Nutno podotknout, že kategorizace ČSFD jsou často hodně podivné a nedá se jim věřit.

a nakonec něco o režisérech (hvězdičkou jsou označeni ti, kteří figurují také v žebříčku viděných filmů):

4 filmy – Juraj Herz*, Tomáš Vorel, Karel Kachyňa, Zdeněk Podskalský*, Martin Frič*

3 filmy – Vladimír Michálek, Ladislav Rychman, Jan Švankmajer

2 filmy – Andy Fehu, Jan Schmidt, Jan Němec, Věra Chytilová, Jaroslav Soukup, Dan Svátek, Miroslav Cikán, Josef Pinkava, Jiří Strach*, Jiří Mádl, Martin Kotík

1 film – Martin Šulík, Lucia Klein Svoboda + Petr Svoboda, Jiří Svoboda, Marko Škop, Tereza Nvotová, Jasmina Bralić-Blažević, Aurel Klimt*, Otakar Fuka, Vladimír Slavínský, Martin Ťapák, Martin Hollý, Šimon Pešta, Ivan Passer, Bořivoj Zeman*, Jaroslav Papoušek, Vítězslav Hádl, Jaroslav Balík, František Vláčil, Marek Dobeš + Štěpán Kopřiva, Zdeněk Sirový*, Pavel Soukup, Ondřej Trojan*, Jiří Menzel*, Filip Renč*, Oldřich Lipský*, Miloš Forman, Irena Pavlásková, Jonáš Karásek, Libuše Koutná, Gustav Machatý, Ester Krumbachová, Zdeněk Troška*, Jindřich Polák*, Braňo Mišík, Jaromil Jireš, Miroslav Šmídmajer*, Zdeněk Jiráský, Tomáš Pavlíček, Ota Koval, Kryštof Hanzlík, Václav Marhoul, Milan Cieslar*, Bohdan Sláma, Petr Zelenka, Filip Remunda + Vít Klusák, Jiří Krejčík, Václav Vorlíček*, Helena Třeštíková, F. A. Brabec*

A to by myslím stačilo. Tentokrát to bylo mnoho dat a faktů, málo dojmů. Tak ty třeba zase příště, až něco uvidíte. Všechny filmy mimo top 10 pod perexem. Pá.

Špína (2017)

Babičky dobíjejte přesně! (1983) N

Řád saténových mašlí (2000)

O kouzelném zvonu (1998)

Pumpaři od Zlaté podkovy (1978)

Dva týdny štěstí (1940)

Pacho, hybský zbojník (1975)

Dotek motýla (1972)

Tichá bolest (1990)

Prach a broky (2015)

Pražská 5 (1988)

Kráva (1992)

Intimní osvětlení (1965)

Fantom Morrisvillu (1966)

Jídlo (1992)

Hodinu nevíš... (2009) N

Prázdniny v Provence (2016)

Provdám svou ženu (1941)

Ohnivé ženy mezi námi (1987) N

Kam čert nemůže (1959)

Všichni musí být v pyžamu (1984)

Křtiny (1981)

Milenci v roce jedna (1973)

Dým bramborové natě (1976) N

Byl jsem mladistvým intelektuálem (1999)

Smuteční slavnost (1969)

Hra o jablko (1976)

Městem chodí Mikuláš (1992)

Shoky & Morthy: Poslední velká akce (2021)

Lesapán (2015)

Výbuch bude v pět (1984)

Pějme píseň dohola (1990)

Zločin v šantánu (1968)

Klec (2019)

Na vlastní nebezpečí (2007) N

Srdečný pozdrav ze zeměkoule (1982) N

Kočár do Vídně (1966)

Jak ukrást Dagmaru (2001)

Ohnivé ženy (1984)

Smrt talentovaného ševce (1982)

Černý Petr (1963)

Pojedeme k moři (2014)

Valentin Dobrotivý (1942)

Když Burian Prášil (1940)

Skřítek (2005)

Čas sluhů (1989)

Invalid (2023)

Pánská jízda (2004)

Kdo probudí Pindruše...? (1989)

Na střeše (2019)

Erotikon (1929)

Vražda Ing. Čerta (1970)

Deváté srdce (1979)

Andělská tvář (2001)

Ikarie XB-1 (1963)

Roztomilý člověk (1941)

Nikdy neříkej nikdy (2023)

Učitel tance (1994)

Vy nám taky, šéfe (2008)

Případ mrtvého nebožtíka (2020)

Hrdinný kapitán Korkorán (1934)

Dáma na kolejích (1966)

Poupata (2011)

Chata na prodej (2018)

Svatba upírů (1992)

Úsměvy smutných mužů (2018) N

Kočičí princ (1978)

Královský slib (2001) N

Morgiana (1972)

Něco z Alenky (1988)

Anton Špelec, ostrostřelec (1932)

Je třeba zabít Sekala (1998)

Mazaný Filip (2003)

Colette (2013) N

Otesánek (2000)

Instalatér z Tuchlovic (2016)

Sestřičky (1983)

Venkovský učitel (2008)

Knoflíkáři (1997)

Český sen (2004)

Drahé tety a já (1974)

Upír z Feratu (1982)

Jen ho nechte, ať se bojí (1977)

Tři životy (2007)

Vyšší princip (1960)

Metráček (1971)

Kdo chce zabít Jesii? (1966)

Katka (2009)

Kouř (1990)

V peřině (2011)

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Happy holidays, @mommymarichatfurever!

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Not for the first time, Cozbi cursed her mother.

It was Midnight’s fault she was here, Midnight’s fault Malachi even knew about the gateways, Midnight’s fault she’d been retrieved from earth—the sweetest thing to home she’d ever had—and tossed into the cutthroat, razor-sharp arena that was Nihil politics.

The throne had never been hers, not really. Not when her mother died, and certainly not now.

Malachi—sorry, Lord Malachi—had escorted her to this prison room himself. Best as Cozbi could guess, she was locked in a tower above the court of law, the room she’d reigned over herself just a few days before. Or however many days it was. Possibly bordering on a week. Malachi hadn’t come back at all, sending only his black-cloaked goons to give her lukewarm meals she refused to eat and no silverware. He wasn’t foolish enough to give her a knife. Not after what she’d done to her mother.

Cozbi didn’t cry. She wasn’t afraid. She knew what Malachi wanted and she knew nothing he could do would make her give it up, no matter what lies he used against her. She’d barely warmed the seat of her throne, but it was still her kingdom. Hers to protect, hers to love, hers to kindle back into stability. Hers to die for.

When heavy boots echoed on the stairs beyond her locked door, Cozbi didn’t move. She stayed crouched against the black stones, so cold they felt wet through her robes.

The door unlatched with a heavy, iron click, and she felt rather than saw Malachi enter the room.

He had that effect—he wasn’t born of magic the way Cozbi was, but it still clung to him in tendrils, trailing behind him like a bridal train. Sometimes Cozbi wondered if others saw it too. But with the way her own officials fawned over him, she doubted it. If anything, the traces of magic in his blood pulled people in, enchanted them with his stature and gold-and-black eyes like rotting gemstones. In one hand, he held a chiseled black cup.

The door shut behind him. No guards, no reporters, no gossiping officials. Just them.

“When?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

Her mouth felt dry but she pushed the words out. “My execution. I assume you have a date.”

His lips flickered upward like it was a joke. “No one’s going to kill you, Cozbi.”

She hoped he couldn’t see how much hearing her name jarred her. For years she had been your majesty or my lady or queen. Sometimes killer or that witch’s daughter. She was never just Cozbi.

“Then why are you here?”

He tilted the cup this way and that, watching the liquid swirl. “I’ve brought you a drink.”

“I’m not drinking anything you give me.”

He smiled indulgently, like she was a little child. “Stand up.”

She obeyed, partly because she hated feeling so small on the floor and partly because she wanted to see where this was going. She tugged on the hemline of her robes, adjusting the fabric so it fell correctly, but in front of Malachi and his tailored uniform and dark hair slicked back—she was underdressed and grimy.

He held the cup toward her. It was made of stone, carved into strange patterns that slotted between his fingers, like someone had fashioned it out of clay and then clasped it too tightly in their fist. “Drink.”

“What is it?”

“Alu nairo.”

Her eyes snapped to his. Alu wisps could only be harvested from the light escaping black holes—difficult to capture and near impossible to transport home. An experienced dark magic user could coax out the toxins and brew a filmy, purple potion that blurred the drinker’s senses and dampened their mind. Small doses could treat pain. Large doses could turn you into a vegetable. A cup the size of the one in Malachi’s hand would trap Cozbi somewhere in between, awake and aware but dumb and hazy, with muscles like softened butter.

“Absolutely not.”

Crack. Pain slashed her cheek like a whip. Dropped her to her knees. She tasted blood.

“You have two options. You drink it willingly or I knock you out and pour it down your throat. It doesn’t matter to me which you choose.”

“Why would I possibly drink that?”

“Because I told you so.”

Cozbi crawled away until her back hit the wall. She pressed her hands flat to the cool stones and hoped he didn’t see them shaking. He’d backhanded her, and the gemstones that flickered on his fingers had sliced her cheek. Blood—or maybe just tears—trailed down to her neck.

“Don’t be difficult,” he warned.

“You got what you wanted. You’ve won. You don’t—you don’t have to fight me any more.”

“I haven’t even started.”

She swallowed. “You won’t get what you want, Malachi. The secrets to the Cosmic Gateways will die with me.”

“Didn’t I tell you?” He moved closer and Cozbi couldn’t tear her eyes from the cup. “You aren’t going to die.” He raised the cup to her lips. “Drink.”

She drank. It tasted like nothing, except for perhaps the barest aftertaste of metal, but the liquid clung to her teeth and tongue like half-dissolved tissue paper. She coughed, gagged—Malachi stepped back delicately so she didn’t sputter and spit all over his shoes.

“Very good,” he said, and Cozbi hated him. She couldn't stop retching. Nothing she did could rid her mouth of the filmy potion. His hand closed around her upper arm, his rings pressing sharp indentations into her skin. She tried to shrink back but he jerked her forward. “Continue to behave and this night will pass easy for you.”

She couldn’t speak. He pulled her alongside him through the door and down the curving staircase, but his legs were so much longer than hers and she stumbled. Already, lights and shapes were blurring together in the corners of her vision, turning into little more than streaks and smears.

And then they were in the court—her vision blurred—they were in the Grand Hall—and he was sitting her down on the golden throne, adjusting the part in her hair, cupping her by the chin so she sat up straight.

“What—what’s going on?” The words mashed up in her mouth. Her tongue felt bloated.

“Shadowveil is celebrating the fall of Nihil’s dictator,” he said. His teeth were much too white when he smiled. “As the said dictator, you’re invited, of course.” Rope looped around her wrists, pulled them up over her head until she was secured to her own throne, vulnerable. “You have so many enemies, Cozbi—so many. And they’d like to have a word.” He placed a hand on her neck—no pressure, just a warning, pressing his thumb beneath her jugular. “Enjoy it. And maybe after, you’ll change your mind about giving me what I want.”

And then he vanished—well, of course something in Cozbi’s mind knew he must have simply walked away, but in this new watercolor world where everything ran together, Cozbi couldn’t be sure of anything.

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Model: Nala Botoma Diallo @nalabala4 Designer: Glimmerwood @glimmerwood MUA: @muanessa

Savannah Seeger, a.k.a. Simply Savannah Art, has long filled our social media feeds with dazzling, otherworldly visions of witches, goddesses, and fairies of every color, with giant shimmering wings and headdresses and swirling gowns, long tresses in shades of green and blue and lavender. We loved her frothy springtime enchantress in joyful hues of mint green and filmy pink—and thought she might be the perfect way to begin our “year of the witch,” along with her other visions shared on these pages. Below, we ask Seeger about her art.

Enchanted Living: Can you tell us a bit about yourself? Savannah Seeger: I’m a twenty-six-year-old full-time travel fantasy photographer and metalhead. I live in Wisconsin with my dog Ludo but travel as often as I can to magical destinations. I started this photo journey in 2017, trying to make a living from seeing the world and photographing mystical beings at the same time. I’ve been to twelve countries so far and plan to keep the number growing. If I’m not on shoots or in nature, I am painting, at a concert, staring at my sword collection, or crafting wardrobe for my next shoot.

EL: Can you talk about our cover image and the inspiration for this springtime witch? SS: Glimmerwood, a designer, sent me images of this beautiful set she created, and I was so taken aback by its originality and beauty. I wanted to do this piece as much justice as I could, and Nala was the perfect fit to bring it to life! When I saw the colors of the gown I knew it had to have some pastel pumpkins to go along with it. So I painted those up, wagoned the pink pumpkins into the woods, got Nala into wardrobe … and the springtime witch was born.

EL: Do you have any thoughts about witches generally? SS: My mom would always tell me stories of my great-great-great grandmother Lena who came from the Black Forest of Germany. She’d make herbal mixtures in a tree stump under the full moon. Lena would then take these mixtures and give them to my great-grandpa (her grandson) to help him heal from whatever ailment he had at the time. This story I was told made a big impact on my young mind and has carried over to my adult life and into my own spirituality. I know a lot of people say it, but it truly does run in my blood.

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