#his arms.

[desire-mona]

friend sent this to me on twt and i actually cant go on like this i cant.

oh my good god im gonna be sick

[luuxxart]

new biceps training regimen unlocked

[deadunderorbit]

George Clooney as Danny Ocean in Ocean’s Eleven (2001)

[lacollectionneuse1967]

i think about this photo every hour

[philhoffman]

This week’s Monday Philm is PSH’s feature film debut, Triple Bogey on a Par Five Hole (1991), dir. Amos Poe. This movie was released when Phil was 24 and since this is my last week of being 24 (my birthday is on Wednesday!) I thought I should celebrate by revisiting this little BABY on the silver screen

As I said on letterboxd, this might be some kind of cinematic Stockholm syndrome—this is my third viewing in as many years—but Triple Bogey might be... okay? It has a reputation for being infamously pretentious—and it is!—but it’s also a unique film, both narratively and artistically. It’s a story about how there isn’t a story, which makes it pretty boring at times, but I admire what Poe was attempting.

Amos Poe rewrote part of the script just for Phil after seeing him in a one-act play, a performance he’s talked about a few times. Poe was friends with Phil’s future agent, who at the time was considering signing him and asked Poe to come see him act and give his thoughts. The one-act play was part of a series on racism, and Phil played a jealous, emotionally-abusive and racist boyfriend who unloaded on his girlfriend after they saw an Eddie Murphy movie—“It was such an insane brutal performance that one actually felt awful for the actress, who broke down on stage. It was the most violent moment I'd ever seen on stage. I told Davien [Littlefield] to sign him immediately.”

It is such a brief scene and hindsight is powerful but it is still clear from Klutch’s one appearance that Phil is a special talent, stealing scenes from the first film he appeared in. The Jack Nicholson-esque thing he has going on, always grinning, so solid and just sparking. He is very young and unpolished, yet already himself as an actor—he makes the weirdest choices, frankly, but they are also true and real. The way he jerks his hands around, his fingers picking at the pool cue. 

Triple Bogey still isn’t like, at the top of my list of Philms, but I appreciate it more than I did before. It was at least watchable this time. Klutch is still the best part though. I’ve been meaning to check out more of Poe’s other films, which almost universally have better reviews than this, but haven’t gotten around to it yet. 

[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Springtrap's first night in Dead by daylight..

[pinotorto]

Peak comedy

[bxnnie-bxwl]

love when bonnie does the thing

[legowizard]

🥂😇⚓️🌊🛟🐟💙🪝

[xshinina]

*Married life playing in the background

This idea was probably funnier in my head

[simply-ewok]

rolling over, half asleep, in the middle of the night and when you stretch your arm out you end up smacking ghost in the face, and you can’t help but fling yourself back with a loud gasp before realizing it’s just your man, who yet again, snuck inside and cozied up to you without stirring you (bc he hates waking up his baby) bc he was able to come home early and chose to surprise you. and after you relax and begin apologizing for hitting him you hear his low, growly chuckle as he sits up to pull you into his chest, kissing your forehead before mumbling into your sweet smelling hair “it’s all right lovie, di’n’t mean to scare you.”

[ashrayus]

rough night

[musubiki]

my favorite fields of mistria boys 🥰

[dcxdpdabbles]

Danny: I was told to report to you

Alfred: Who told you that?

Danny: Didn't get his name, but it was a man with black hair, blue eyes, tall and sad?

Alfred: That's could be so many in this manor. Can you be more specific?

Danny: um, he was pretending to be stupid at last night gala?

Alfred: More specific

Danny: He yelled "Eat the rich" before nose diving into the glass tower.

Alfred: That's was Master Jason. Did he tell you why you needed to report to me?

Danny: He told me to give this to you when I found you *hands over folded paper*

Alfred reading: Dear Alfred, here is a boy who agreed to work part-time as a cook for the mannor while you recover from your broken arm and broken legs . Let me know if he becomes a problem. I'll kill him for you. Heart Jason

Danny: ....He was joking about the killing part right?

Alfred: No, he put a heart. He is rather serious.

Danny strain nervous smile: Oh

Alfred: Not that it matters. If you ARE a problem, I will put a bullet between your eyes before you can beg. Working legs or not. Now then, how about I show you the kitchen, yeah?

Danny: .....the pay is what again?

Alfred: Five hundred for each meal you prepare and an hourly salary of twenty-nine dollars for how long it takes you to cook.

Danny: Aight, I'm desperate enough. Lead the way sir.

Alfred studying him: You may survive the Waynes yet.

Danny: Wait. What does that mean?

Alfred: This way *rolling away in wheel chair*

Danny: SIR!? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

[kensatou]

the h in nhl stands for homoerotic

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