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[theoscarsproject]

Cinema Paradiso (1988). Salvatore, a famous film director, returns to his hometown for the funeral of the local theater's film projectionist, Alfredo. He reminisces about his life as a young boy falling in love with cinema.

Honestly can't believe it took me this long (and The Oscars Project) to finally watch this one. What a staggering feat of cinema, not just a love story to the medium itself, but the community it creates around it. Profoundly beautiful and tender and oddly un-self-consious for a movie of this sort. An all-timer for me, I think. 10/10.

[classystarfishdreamer]

L'Arte dell'incontro, di Maria Cuono

L’Arte dell’Incontro è il nuovo libro di Maria Cuono, giornalista, scrittrice e insegnante di lettere nelle scuole secondarie di secondo grado, in promozione per tutta l’estate a soli 9 euro, anziché 12. La passione per la scrittura me la trasmise mio padre che era un poeta. Fra l’altro ottenne numerosi premi per le sue opere. Ho iniziato a dedicarmi alla poesia sin da piccola grazie anche a…

[aitan]

Enzo Moscato "Tutto è fernuto"

Cavolo, se ne è andato anche Enzo Moscato.

"Tu sei il mio re, il mio re, il mio re...".

Era la fine degli anni '80.

Sul palco, al San Ferdinando, c'erano solo lui, Francesco Silvestri e lsa Danieli. Mettevano in scena "Angeli all'inferno".

Appena ho letto, mi è tornata in mente la voce di Francesco, nella parte di un disadattato disabile, un angelo nell'inferno di una periferia fisica e mentale, che ripeteva accanto a un altro disadattato, Enzo Moscato, come intonando una cantilena:

"Tu sei il mio re, il mio re, il mio re...".

[filmy420]

[lilac-lemonade]

I told myself I was going to put off watching the new episode so that I could actually get some work done but then, uh, I didn’t do that so I guess it’s Ted Lasso time

[inutaffy]

"dani dani dani come here!!"

"whats up?"

"i wanna convince monica to go to ariannas [party]. so i made a list with some good reasons to go."

"okay-"

"one: help livia with matteo, bc otherwise he wont leave her alone.🙄"

"mhm"

"two: make friends witj the marina grande guys she invited so we're ready for next year. and three-" cut to dani looking exasperated as hell. "in the movies , everyone kisses at parties. what do u think😊"

"um. i think your list is pretty bad."

"ah."

"sorry."

[typhlonectes]

WORLD’S MOST PRODUCTIVE LOON BREEDS AGAIN

Damon McCormick Common Coast Research & Conservation

Fe, the oldest documented Common Loon, hatched two chicks last week with her unbanded I Pool mate; the young were, at minimum, Fe’s 41st and 42nd offspring, extending her record for the species. Most of her prior chicks were begot with her long-term consort, ABJ, during their quarter-century partnership, but since their split in spring 2022, Fe has produced young in two of three breeding seasons. Prior to first coupling with ABJ in 1997, she hatched at least seven chicks with a color-marked male known as Dewlap. The qualifiers attending Fe’s age and lifetime productivity are necessitated by her initial banding in 1990 as a successful mother, when she was at least four years old, the threshold for Common Loon reproduction. As her earlier life history in the 1980s is a mystery, Fe could well be older than 38, and with more than 42 progeny to her credit. One of Fe’s 2024 young perished, from an unknown cause, within days of hatching. Although Refuge loon chicks collectively fare far better in terms of survivorship than their cygnet, gosling and duckling counterparts, of the roughly one in five who do not live to fledge from Seney in the fall, most disappear early, when as downy buoyant corks they are most vulnerable to predators and other antagonists. While not quite the endlessly doting parent that ABJ was, across 35 years of monitoring Fe has – assuming her second chick makes it to autumn – fledged 86% of her offspring. ABJ’s parenting is referenced in the past tense owing to a lack of reproduction since 2020. After a failed nesting attempt on E West last summer with a female two decades his junior, ABJ was evicted from that territory this spring, and again found himself on H Pool, which has served as his bachelor pad of sorts in both recent and distant years. Although this season he did attract a female known as Aye-Aye, there was no evidence of nest initiation by the pair. Historically H Pool has provided poor habitat for Common Loons, with only four fledged chicks since 1987, and if ABJ is to successfully breed again at Seney, it is likely that he will do so on a different Refuge territory. Thanks to Dani Fegan, Teresa McGill and Jen Wycoff for their ongoing observations of the Seney loon population. Picture courtesy of Dani Fegan.

via: Seney National Wildlife Refuge (MI, ISA)

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c-ovarrubias​:

—Si eres lo suficientemente desvergonzado… —Se le ocurre, sonrisa de soslayo entonces al moreno, Dani observando el movimiento de las manos ajenas en lo que consigujen la píldora necesaria. Extiende la mano, cosa de recibirla. —Me está doliendo el tobillo. —Arruga la nariz. De cualquier manera, no permitirá que eso sea un traspié, que hoy vino con Isadora y quiere bailar con ella. — ¿Con quién viniste?

“ ¿pasó algo en la práctica de fútbol? ” recuerda haber visto a dani con la pelota alguna vez, se le ocurre que dolor puede venir de alguna maniobra mal hecha. sólo le queda esperar que aspirina sirva de algo, porque mucho más no puede hacer por él. “ con cléo. ” comparte, no recuerda si alguna vez le habló de ella o no. “ y tú con isadora, ¿no? me contó. ” se arrepiente justo al decirlo, porque no le gustaría realmente ahondar en la extraña relación que tiene con rubia, mucho menos en cómo se conocieron. 

“ ¿me puedo llamar a mí mismo estudiante de medicina si no tengo una aspirina? ” cuestiona con diversión, antes de rebuscar entre bolsillos y entregarle una. en realidad, era más suerte que una decisión premeditada, pero le alegraba darle una afirmativa. “ ¿dolor de cabeza? ”

[biancaszworld]

first angsty rl edit rahhhhh

inspired by @isas-bathbombs !! i loved their bela dani angst edit sm so i decided to make my own

[simonxriley]

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[danidrabbles]

🎵💚 hi Dani!!!

Maia, you sent me this ask literally over two years ago, but inspiration strikes when you least expect it. Thank you 💚 Sorry for the wait. And sorry this is sad.

Send me a 🎵, I'll put my music on shuffle and write something inspired by that song.

Pairing: Frankie Morales / f!reader

Rating: Mature

Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Frankie doesn’t know if he would label himself a particularly romantic person, but the thought of making a commitment to someone and make it last, that did do something to him.

There’s never really been anybody he had that with, not even Isabella’s mother. It all went so fast, they barely had time to figure out what there was between them before she got pregnant. Besides, he isn’t sure he’s very deserving of something like that. There’s so much bad shit he’s done in his life, so much he will have to atone for.

But on the few occasions he has allowed himself to picture himself like that, he saw your face.

As if on cue, Frankie spots you across the dancefloor.

Your smile is blinding, and it makes him smile in turn, only spreading wider when you start walking towards each other at the same time. More and more of you comes into view the more people you pass. You look beautiful this evening — easily the most beautiful woman at the party. He doesn't care much for the colour you’re wearing, usually, but of course, it suits you perfectly; an angel on the dancefloor, drifting towards him, closer, closer, until you meet in the middle.

“Frankie!” you greet him. “Come dance with me!”

Before he knows it, your arm is slung around his neck and he’s being led to move with the music — thankfully for him, you remember how well he can dance, and are letting him get away with a gentle sway.

Instantly, he knows not resisting this was a mistake.

You’re so close like this, practically pressed up against him. It takes everything in him to not look away from your sweet face, the happiness that seems to be plastered there permanently making him feel like a schoolboy with a crush. Not that that comparison is far off. The smell of your fragrant, flowery perfume fills his nose with each little circle you make the two of you sway in. Your arm has drifted down from his neck, your hand now a warm and comforting weight on his shoulder, the touch practically burning through the grey of his suit. Your other hand is held in his, and he has to make sure he doesn’t overdo it. Hold, but don’t squeeze, he has to remind himself. It’s the same for the hand on the small of your back, hold, don’t pull you closer no matter how badly he might want to. It’s like you’re never close enough, always slipping away at the promise of something.

It registers to him then that you’re speaking, asking questions, even.

How’s your mom been? And how’s Isa?

Frankie answers, something generic but truthful, all the while preoccupied with that little mark on your face, and the way your lips quirk up and your eyes go soft at the mention of Isabella starting pre-school. 

He asks you something in return, something about the trip he knows you have coming up, and shit, he doesn’t actually listen because you smile so brightly, and talk with so much enthusiasm.

It makes something simmer in the pit of his stomach, something that he doesn’t want to allow himself to feel around you, but that inevitably resurfaces each time you’re close.

He’s a pushover — has a bit of a soft mind and zero willpower when it comes to himself — when it comes to this. Indulging himself, he gives into it, all while hearing you talk as he doesn’t actually listen (something about a “plane”, a “beach”, and about “mountains”), and the thoughts come immediately.

He wishes he could kiss you, feel the soft press of your lips against his just once, and that he could hear words of affection directed at him escape between kisses, and—

With a giggle, you twirl yourself under his arm, before coming back to him, and he manages to flash you a smile in return.

—that he could compliment your clothes without it sounding all wrong, like he wants something from you — even though he does want something from you.

He works out a reply to your story (“Yes, it sounds beautiful.”), before losing control of his head, thinking about how he wishes he had the privilege of taking the pearly-sheened garment off you after taking you back to his. Or, perhaps, that you’d both be too eager and would find the nearest bathroom right here. That he could ruck up the ivory skirts and take you right then and there… If he really tries, he can picture the lingerie that would be revealed to him once he did, how wet you’d be for him, how sweet you’d sound as you beg him to take you apart, as you admit that it’s all you thought about all night and that you’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. 

Maybe he should tell you; not all of that, of course, but the feelings he has for you — has always had for you. 

That thought enters his head unexpectedly, although it’s not the first time that it does, and it makes him feel emboldened.

“Hey,” he begins, and he grimaces at the panicked, loud volume of his voice, at how out of place his tone is. He’s also pretty sure he’s interrupting you… 

If he did, you don’t make it that obvious, because all you do in reply is search his face with quiet curiosity, eyes narrowing slightly— 

A tap on the shoulder startles Frankie. When he looks back, he finds Santi standing behind him, holding his hand out expectantly.  

“Mind if I steal my wife back from you, Fish?” he asks. 

Santiago’s gaze drifts, inevitably, to you, and his eyes nearly squeeze shut on accord of the big smile that begins stretching across his face. “God, that’s still sounds—” 

Frankie doesn’t hear what Santi says next, all he can focus on is how the moment has passed. Your hand slides from his, his shoulder grows cold in the absence of your touch, he has to let go of your waist. It’s like his heart literally sinks to the pit of his stomach. He blurts out, “Of course, man,” or at least something like it, and manages to mimic Santi’s expression, even though he suspects his copy doesn’t reach his eyes. 

Your attention that was solely focussed on himself a moment ago is now entirely focused on his best friend — on your husband.  

Frankie swallows around the lump in his throat as he watches your fingers interlock with Santi’s. He watches Santi use his grip on you to pull you against him and plant a big kiss on your brow, but it’s the, “You look so beautiful,” he murmurs into your hairline that makes him truly have to avert his gaze. 

With a giggle, you shush him. “Before you came to steal me away, Frankie looked like he was about to tell me something important,” you scold. 

Frankie laughs, a sound that comes out so hollow and fake that it almost makes him let out a genuine laugh. “It’s noth—It’s not important.” 

“Okay..,” you nod, clearly not entirely convinced but letting it slide with a yelp when Santi pinches your side. “Well, in that case, thank you for the dance, mister Morales,” you say playfully, fixing him with a theatrical bow. 

“Of course,” Frankie replies, throat still tight. 

As you walk off, your silhouettes blur with the mist that gathers in Frankie’s eyes, and it turns the newlyweds into a blob of black and white, melted together at the side. 

He knows it’s not just the sudden wave of sadness that makes him emotional, it’s everything at once. 

Longing. Envy. Shame. Loneliness. Rejection. Grief. 

Mostly, it’s how much he feels like an idiot for his feelings, for his unrealistic expectations, for his inability to let this go and for having so little impulse control that he almost ruined the wedding party of two people he cares about because of his own selfish—

He takes a shuddering breath, balls his hands to firsts and wills the tears away. Not here. Not now. Along with everyone, he watches Santi and you sway, and kiss.

Frankie forces himself to smile, believing that perhaps this is, in fact, his punishment.

━━━━━━━━━

My notes for this as I was listening were: 

Dancing, obviously. Maybe at a wedding? A secret crush. That just has Frankie vibes to me, like, from his POV. The bridge kind of sounds like an inner monologue of everything he wishes he could do/would do for her (“I'd kiss you as the lights went out / Swaying as the room burned down / I'd hold you as the water rushes in / If I could dance with you again”) and like everything else is drowned out, maybe I should translate that into the piece. But also: his hands are tied and there’s a bad feeling involved. Maybe there has to be a catch, or a twist.

[classystarfishdreamer]

Al via la presentazione di tutto con il cuore

Olga De Maio, Maria Cuono (al centro) e Luca Lupoli IL NUOVO LIBRO DELLA GIORNALISTA E SCRITTRICE MARIA CUONO, IMPREZIOSITO DALLA PREFAZIONE DEL SOPRANO OLGA DE MAIO. Lunedì 11 marzo alle ore 11.00 si terrà presso la libreria UBIK di Napoli la presentazione del nuovo libro della giornalista e scrittrice Maria Cuono, dal titolo Tutto con il cuore. La nuova versione di Verso l’Orizzonte, edito a…

[followingthefanfiction]

Isabella is going to get so many hugs. Every drawing = hug. Sarah Marie knows nothing about Star Trek but she’s 🖖🏻ing anyway. She’s a Star Wars girl.

Dani bestie. Love that. One of my ideas was her picking her outfit for the first time and just wearing the worst most mismatched and oversized PJs she could find. Terrible outfit. She squeals in joy when he compliments that one.

Sarah Marie pretends to understand Heather, but honey she’s so confused. Clueless best friend. Thankful as fuck for the food though!!

uhh

I want to post happy things about Sarah Marie but ???? I can’t think of anything. So! Challenge! Tell me things about how your choirsona would interact with her! Happy things! Tell me how you think the choir acts around her! Let her have friends!

@myperfecttalia @luckynature and everyone else with a choirsona!!

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[byneddiedingo]

Philippe Noiret and Salvatore Cascio in Cinema Paradiso (Giuseppe Tornatore, 1988)

Cast: Philippe Noiret, Salvatore Cascio, Marco Leonardi, Jacques Perrin, Agnese Nano, Antonella Atti, Enzo Cannavale, Isa Danieli, Leopoldo Trieste, Roberta Lena, Nino Terzo, Leo Gullotta, Tano Cimarosa, Nicola Di Pinto. Screenplay: Giuseppe Tornatore, Vanna Paoli. Cinematography: Blasco Giurato. Production design: Andrea Crisanti. Film editing: Mario Morra. Music: Ennio Morricone.

Will today's kids feel sentimental about the multiplexes in which they see movies, the way I feel about the small-town theaters where I grew up, the places where I learned to love movies? I have my own lost cinema paradises, so I should be the right audience for Cinema Paradiso, with its tribute to a bygone era of moviegoing. Tornatore's movie has some good things going on, including the performance of Philippe Noiret as Alfredo, and the wonderful rapport between Noiret and young Salvatore Cascio as Toto. Leopoldo Trieste's performance as the censorious Father Adelfio is also a delight, and ending the film with Alfredo's assemblage of the kissing scenes the priest made him excise is a masterly bit. But once Toto grows up to be the lovestruck teenager Salvatore (Marco Leonardi), I begin to lose interest, as Tornatore's screenplay lards on more and more sentimentality. I've seen the 155-minute version twice now, though I have yet to see the 173-minute "director's cut" of the film, in which, I am told, the grownup Salvatore (Jacques Perrin) is reunited with his teen love Elena (Agnese Nano), now grown up and played by Brigitte Fossey. Frankly, I don't much want to: The 155-minute version seems overlong as it is. Cinema Paradiso is beloved by many, and often makes lists of people's favorite foreign-language films, but I find it thin and conventional.

[sinethewrld]

Simulan ang Kapistahan

Isang pagsusuri ng Midsommar (2019)

Madalas na naiisip ng karamihan na hindi tayo mauuto sa pagsali ng isang kulto. Ngunit, gaano ba talaga tayo katibay laban sa sikolohikal na manipulasyon? Dito natin masisilip sa pelikula na “Midsommar” ang trahedya ng isang babae naging biktima nito nang pinagsamantalahan siya ng isang kulto sa pagitan ng kaniyang paghihinagpis. 

Sinusundan ng pelikula na ito ang magkasintahan na sina Dani at Christian at kanilang mga kaibigan na nagbabakasyon sa Sweden para makipaglahok sa mid-summer festival sa isang nayon sa sulok ng bukid. Kamakailan lamang nagpapagaling si Dani mula sa pagkamatay ng kaniyang buong pamilya, kaya’t hinikayat siyang sumali sa paglilibang na ito. Nakikitang kaakit-akit at masaya ang mga ritwal at tradisyon ng nayon, ngunit unti-unting gumuho ang imaheng ito para maihayag ang mas malagim at nakakakilabot na katotohanan.

Isa sa mga nagustuhan ko sa pelikulang ito ang napakamarilag na sinematograpiya nito. Nakakaakit ang pagkuha ng direktor, na si Ari Aster, ang kagandahan ng kabukiran at kalikasan ng Sweden at sa pag-baluktot niya ng mga tanawin nito. Masasabi ko na nabilanggo ang atensyon ko sa mga nakakakilabot na ritwal na pinakita na lalong dumagdag sa karimlan ng palabas. Noong pinanuod ko ito, napatago ako sa aking mga unan nang umabot sa mga eksena kung saan pinapalabas ang mga madugong tradisyon na nagsasalamin pala sa aktuwal na mga rituwal ng Pagansimo. Bukod doon, naging tanyag din sa akin ang emosyonal at sikolohikal na perspektibo ng pelikula sa dyanrang horror. Nilinaw rito ang pagkakagiba ng mga relasyon sa epekto ng pighati, kaya’t nakapupukaw ito ng mga damdamin.

Higit pa rito, pumukaw naman sa aking atensyon ang kultural na mga simbolismo, tradisyon, at mga rituwal ng mga Suweko (Swede). Repleksiyon ang kultong Harga ng pelikula sa mga Nordikong paniniwala at sa Paganismong tradisyon. Sa pagtingin ko, isang tanyag na halimbawa nito ang bahagi kung saan pinakita ang oso bilang analohiya ng katatagan at kagalingan. Sinasabi sa mitolohiya ng mga Nordiko na nagbibigay balanse sa sandaigdigan ang oso. Maiuugnay ito sa situwasyon ni Dani na nagdadalamhati sa kaniyang pagkaulila at sa umaalog na relasyon nila ng kaniyang kasintahan. Sa kasukdulang eksena, pinakita na nakabaluki na ngiti si Dani nang pinasok si Christian sa isang bangkay ng oso at sinunog sa loob ng kubo. Sa puntong ito, nakahanap ng pagtatanggap at kapayapaan si Dani nang nawala ang kaniyang toxic at makasarili na kasintahan. Higit pa diyan, naging mahalaga para sa kanya ang paghanap niya ng lugar sa isang komunidad na nakikiramay sa kaniyang pagluluksa. Dito ko napagtanto na mabibihag ang isang tao kapag udyakan sila sa oras ng sikolohikal o emosyonal na kahinaan. 

Bagama’t hindi totoo ang kultong Harga, tiyak na maihahambing parin natin sa realidad ang mga sunod-sunurang kaganapan sa “Midsommar”. Sa Pilipinas, isang kamakailan lamang na isyu ang pag-aresto ng lider ng kulto Socorro Bayanihan Services Inc. (SBSI) na si Jey Rence Quilario, aliyas "Senior Agila", sa krimen ng human trafficking, solemnisasiyon ng child marriage, at child abuse. Katulad sa palabas, may iilang pamamaraan ang SBSI upang manipulahin at kontrolin ang mga miyembro nito. Binebenta nila ang konsepto ng mapag-isang pamilya habang nangaabuso at gumagawa ng iba pa na malubhang krimen. Sa katotohanan, walang mahika o mahiwagang puwersa ang nakakabihag ng sarili sa isang kulto, kung hindi ang mga masama na impluwensiya sa emosyonal na pagkatao.  

Gusto kong tapusin ang blog entry na ito sa isang kasabihan ni Grady Hendrix na nagsasabing “What people will do to themselves is so much worse than what other people will do to them.”

Mga Sanggunian:

Ramos, M. (2023, October 2). 4 members of Surigao ‘cult’ to testify vs leader | Inquirer News. INQUIRER.net. https://newsinfo.inquirer.net/1839485/4-members-of-surigao-cult-to-testify-vs-leader

Roles Of Bears In Norse Mythology: An Insight For Enthusiasts. (2019, October 31). Uniwelry. https://uniwelry.com/blogs/viking/roles-of-bears-in-norse-mythology-an-insight-for-enthusiasts#:~:text=The%20Preferred%20Disguise%20Of%20Gods,seen%20and%20the%20unseen%20world.