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Kenneth Branagh joins Oppenheimer → February 22 2022

Kenneth Branagh, fresh off the Oscar-nominated success of Belfast, will reunite with Christopher Nolan on Oppenheimer. The two have previously teamed up on Dunkirk and Tenet.

Branagh will play an unspecified role in the ambitious and pricey look at J. Robert Oppenheimer and his role in creating the atomic bomb. Branagh recently starred in Death on the Nile and earned Academy Award nods for directing, producing and writing Belfast.

The Belfast filmmaker joins an ensemble that also includes Emily Blunt, Florence Pugh, Robert Downey Jr., Matt Damon, Rami Malek, Benny Safdie, Josh Hartnett, Dane DeHaan, Jack Quaid, Matthew Modine, Dylan Arnold, David Krumholtz, Alden Ehrenreich and Michael Angarano, as previously announced.

Universal Pictures and Syncopy also announced Tuesday that principal photography has commenced on the film.

Source: Variety, The Hollywood Reporter, Deadline, @FilmUpdates and @SMediaProd01 tweets, @ScottMechlowicz tweet

[mollymavich-blog]

Blink and You’ll Miss It-Self Para 

TW: Domestic Abuse 

Typically, when something bad enough happened, it was easy to divide your life into before and after. Before the scars and the nightmares. Before, when life wasn’t perfect but now looking back it almost seemed flawless. After, when people would tell you that just making it through the day was an accomplishment. 

With Molly there was no such difference. Because after she was attacked at eighteen, pulled into the world of the supernatural with a three am fight for her life, she was fine. 

Really. 

She’s always been one of those girls: pretty in an “actress who plays the girl next door” kind of way, outgoing and magnetic. Cheerleader. One of those girls who you just know is going to be a bitch but then she compliments your sweater walking to lunch, calls out a bully in the gym. And she was always into partying, so what if the first time she got blackout drunk was on Sara Little’s yard the night after it happened? It was senior year, they’d all be going away soon, everyone was partying. 

So what, if she leaned into a friend and told her that she was scared of falling asleep? 

And yeah, she’d had ideas of what she’d do after high school; take some classes at the community college then transfer maybe. But if she could barely make it through a semester, skipping classes and partying too hard, it was just the adjustment. Living on her own (she’d moved out of the family home asap), getting used to adulthood, stuff like that. And besides, it’s not like anyone expected Molly Mavich to be a rocket scientist or anything. 

And she fell in love (of course she did, Molly was never seen without a boyfriend) with a guy that had a great reputation in town. Barbie and Ken, they called them. He left fingerprint bruises on her arms and once threw her against a wall so hard she lost consciousness. And if there was one thing still preserved, it was the fight or flight instinct. She left him that night, retreating back to her apartment, promising herself she’d bar the windows and keep to herself before she let something––or someone––attack her again. 

The town passed their judgement in whispers and passive aggressive social media posts: maybe she was that kind of girl, breaking that poor boy’s heart like that. She was always just a gold digger anyway. Dumb bitch. 

It would be stupid to say that Mystery Inc saved her, because there wasn’t anything to save. And she was raised on too many girl power films to say that Nolan Jules saved her, but the truth was that this past Christmas she was happy. The real kind, no faking whatsoever. Like stupid, yell it from the tree tops happy. Like pack up all her stuff and move to Montana happy. 

And then it all blew away in a doctor’s office, and Molly thought it would have been easier if Nolan had been angry, or didn’t care. But he was crushed, and now he wasn’t going to get his promotion, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that this was Molly’s fault. 

‘What are you doing with your life?’

She’d sat on the floor in Nolan’s kitchen and called her mom, partially in the hope of some comfort but realistically it was probably to remind her why she didn’t call her mom more often. She stared at the ring on her hand, numb, and wondered when Nolan was going to ask for it back. What was she going to do? Well, get married and have a baby. Go back to school. But now? 

Her mom’s voice hung in the air, and Molly answered honestly, because the truth always caught up with you one way or another. 

“I don’t know. Jesus. I don’t know.”