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A Man Escaped, 1956
“I’d rather people feel a film before understanding it.” — Robert Bresson
A Man Escaped (Un condamné à mort s'est échappé) is one of the finest prison escape films, masterfully executed with suspense that grips the viewer from start to finish. Few films have made me feel so strongly for the characters.
Bresson’s minimalist masterpiece tells the story of a French Resistance fighter imprisoned by the Nazis, based on the real-life memoir of André Devigny, a prisoner in Montluc prison in Lyon in 1943. This notorious prison was used by the Gestapo to detain and punish captured resistance members and Jews. Significantly, Bresson himself had been a prisoner during World War II.
“I was able to call on my experience as a prisoner of war. My impressions, my sensations, how I felt interacting with my German guards and jailers—I tried to put it all in the film.” – Robert Bresson.
Bresson is inventive, precise, and uncompromising. His use of fragmented frames and tightly focused shots suspends time, creating incredible tension. There is no soundtrack, only concise manipulation of sound with the imagery. There are no acclaimed actors, choosing realism over performance. Every scene is essential, characterized by simplicity and economy, yet delivering profound ideas and emotions. No wonder that A Man Escaped still remains a pinnacle of French cinema. Jean-Luc Godard once said of Bresson: "He is to French cinema what Dostoyevsky is to the Russian novel."
You might wonder, why should we watch a film released 68 years ago? I believe, in any art form, you must study the masters of the past if you want to further your understanding in your own time. The more you allow yourself to watch and enjoy the works of the old masters, the more inspiration you will have to draw from. At the same time, for all the aspiring filmmakers, it’s important to have interests beyond the artform of cinema or you will just continue to make derivative work.
The "movie brats" of the 70s—Spielberg, Coppola, Scorsese, De Palma—studied films from the 30s, 40s, and 50s before they could produce the groundbreaking work they did. In a career spanning more than 40 years, Bresson completed only 13 feature films, yet each one is an artistic triumph. Of all his films, A Man Escaped should be required viewing for film students and cinephiles alike.
#robert bresson#a man escaped#Un condamné à mort s'est échappé#cinema#film#bnw film#film stills#film review#art#french cinema#prison film#movie review#movie brats#jean luc godard#André devigny
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I’m not even a charli xcx fan but I felt compelled to make this
#dinner in america#i can’t stop thinking bout this movie#indie film#?#gaslight gatekeep girlblog#this is a girlblog#girlblogging#brat summer#charli xcx#lyrics#music#rock#indie#kyle gallner
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Shout out to dysfunctional teenage friend groups from 80s movies, gotta be one of my favorite genders
#i need me some friends like that#the breakfast club#stand by me#the outsiders 1983#the outsiders#gordie lachance#chris chambers#teddy duchamp#allison reynolds#john bender#claire standish#andrew clark#ponyboy curtis#johnny cade#dally winston#dallas winston#sodapop curtis#two bit mathews#80s#80s movies#1980s#dead poets society#dead poets#dead poets fandom#dead poets society fandom#dps fandom#dps boys#dps#st elmo's fire#the brat pack
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they worked it out on the remix (in their conjoined bedrooms)
#bonus points if you get the essex joke#i think i’m so funny#had to do it#scott summers#logan howlett#cyclops#wolverine#deadpool and wolverine#x men#x men films#scott summers has never had a brat summer and that’s okay#scogan#scogean#kraig#x men comics#this remix is lowkey their relationship in the movies in a nutshell 😭#but fox i will never forgive what you did to my pookie#justice for scott summers
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you're too pretty to kill (18+, noncon)
deadpool x fem!reader
Summary: deadpool was hired to kidnap and kill reader but reader is just too cute so it puts him in a moral dilemma
Pairing: fem!reader x deadpool
Word Count: 2k
Warnings/Tags: bondage, brat, gun kink, gun play, praise kink
You loved days when you could just rollerblade around the city without so much as a care in the world. The feeling of the warm summer breeze running through your hair. Watching as the lights zipped by like dust lost in the wind. You wish you could do this forever. After all, it was your peace, your one true happy place.
Until it wasn’t.
Out of nowhere, you felt an arm wrap around your waist and a leather glove holding a handkerchief cover your nose and mouth.
You tried your best to fight whoever your assailant was back, pulling on his wrist in a desperate attempt to rip it off your face. But before you knew it, you felt your vision blur and your head begin to spin. It felt like the world was melting right before your very eyes.
Next thing you knew, you woke up to a sea of black. You could feel a piece of fabric cloaking your vision and tied securely behind your head. You tried to move your hand to hoist yourself up, only to find that both your hands were roped together behind your back. You tried to scream into the void, only to find that your mouth was sealed with a piece of tape.
“Mmfffhn!” you managed to sputter out, leaning against what felt like a cold, concrete wall. In fact, it was quite chilly wherever you were. Was it a basement? Warehouse? Regardless, you were shivering from head to toe. The tiny crop top and mini skirt you threw on this morning before going rollerblading was just not cutting it, unfortunately.
You quickly snapped your head in the direction of what sounded like heavy footsteps and… clapping?
“Well, well, well,” a sly voice rumbled from the opposite end of the room. “Now what do we have here?”
The unknown person gradually made his way over toward you, knelt before you, and removed your blindfold and gag.
You looked up, only to lock eyes with what you could only describe as two white ellipses, narrowing ever so slightly amidst the shadows. Your eyes eventually adjusted to the darkness.
“Such a shame,” your captor sighed to himself. “You’re so pretty too. As in, way prettier than most of my other victims. Normally my clients pay me big bucks to knock out assholes with beer bellies, bad breath, and a name on the registry but you.” He made a rectangle with his thumbs and index fingers as if to take your photograph. “You are perfect.”
“Wh-what are you going to do with me..?” you stammered, almost too afraid to ask. You never took your eyes off of him. He was tall, lanky, even. Dressed in all red and black. You took note of the gun in his holster and the two massive swords strapped behind his back.
“Oh, nothing to write home about,” he assured, ruffling up your hair like you two were childhood best friends. “Well, I guess if you are really dying to know. Someone important wants you dead. So I guess you could say, I, being one of if not the most popular hitmen on the black market, was hired to.. Uh, what’s the word, kill you! Yeahhhh, that sounds about right.”
“I don’t understand,” you muttered to yourself. “All my life, I can’t think of a single thing I did that could possibly warrant this, I mean.. why me?”
“Oh how tragic,” Wade remarked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear while a tear slowly rolled down your cheek. “I mean, who in their right mind would want to kill someone like you? You are the literal picture perfect definition of the girl next door who wouldn’t hurt a flea. It would take a psychopath to even dream of such a thing!”
You glared at him while he carried on his little performance. “Don’t mock me.”
“Oh.” Deadpool stopped mid-sentence as he lifted up your chin with the tip of his index finger. “So it’s going to be like that, then.”
He leaned back slowly, only to gingerly remove his pistol from its holster.
“Tell me, Y/N..” he whispered softly. “Have you ever held a gun before?”
“I.. no..” you replied, gasping as he pressed the cold barrel against your cheek.
“Would you say you’ve ever, oh I don’t know, felt it on your skin?” he teased, dragging it across your neck and collarbone. He took notice of how you swallowed the lump in your throat nervously, and the way your lip quivered ever so slightly.
“Or what about in your mouth..” his voice suddenly took a dark turn as he shoved the front of the handgun in between your lips, forcing it into the back of your throat.
You felt your blood run cold. At first, it all felt like some sort of a game. Like one sick, twisted joke. But now, it suddenly became real.
Wade was absolutely giddy, watching your soft, plump lips part open and accept the icy metal. He liked seeing how your pink tongue was forced still and how you squirmed like a helpless animal he had total control over. And the adorable little noises you made when your mouth was full. It delighted him in a way even he couldn’t explain.
“Would you say you’ve ever.. choked on one?” he said, barely being able to contain his laughter. Without another word, he pushed the pistol even deeper, causing it to squeeze against your uvula, eliciting your gag reflex.
“Whghnnn..” you muffled out, trying your best to mentally distance yourself as far away from this entire ordeal as possible. Your mind was racing at a pace you couldn’t keep up with. You were trying to formulate a plan, something, anything to have him show you mercy.
“Wow, you really are so good at this,” Wade mumbled, not relenting at all as he continued to shove the gun further down your throat. “Definitely better than I thought. Hey, do you like practice or something? Because God, you are a natural! If I weren’t about to kill you right now, I’d hire you on the spot.”
You rolled your eyes at the innuendo.
Realizing he wasn’t getting any further reaction from you, Deadpool slowly removed the pistol from your lips, watching with glee as a string of saliva connected your tongue from the tip of the barrel.
He then proceeded to drag the side of the handgun across your chest, over your bare stomach, and finally, resting on the waistband of your skirt.
“So.. Y/N was it?” Deadpool rambled on, as he played with the pleats of your skirt with his free hand. “Right. You know, I would say I don’t have a lot of weaknesses in this world, wouldn’t you agree? So anyways, after I got mutated and all fucked up from that bastard Francis and became who I am now, there’s very little out there that truly phases me these days. But this..”
He gestured towards your pastel pink miniskirt. “This is something else.”
And with that, he gently lifted up the cloth with the front of his gun to reveal your lacy magenta underwear.
“A thong! Boooold,” he commented, pressing the cold metal of the barrel right up against your labia. “I was wondering if you were wearing something underneath, and this answers the question. God, that’s hot. You know what’s hotter, though? One of my best friends, Logan. There’s just something so je ne sais quoi about that beautiful man. Anyways.”
Your breath hitched. Suddenly, a wave of goosebumps cascaded over your skin, and it was like the world just stopped making sense. Why did this suddenly feel sort of.. good? Minus the incessant yapping and endless sidetracked one-sided conversation, you wanted more. More of whatever this was.
And Wade granted your wish. He pulled the fabric of your thong to the side with his other hand and gently prodded your clit with the tip of his pistol.
He was taken aback when you moaned softly at the sensation.
“Oh?” he said as he raised an eyebrow.
He pressed the gun even harder onto your pink pearl, eliciting another sigh.
“Huh. Color me impressed,” he muttered. “This entire time I thought you were fighting for your life but you are actually enjoying this? You dirty little slut! And here I thought you were prim proper little miss perfect..”
“Why.. why are you stopping?” you breathed, a splash of pink brightening up your cheeks, causing him even more of a surprise. “Just keep.. Keep going.”
And to his own dismay, he obliged.
“How would you feel if I did this?” Wade asked, but before you could even react, he had already shoved the barrel of the gun deep into your cunt.
You tossed your head back in response, moaning helplessly as he pushed the pistol in and out of your swollen pussy.
“Ah, ah~” you cried out, instinctively spreading your legs open to allow him even more access.
“Now that’s a good girl!” he encouraged, taking note of your subtle invitation and pushing it even harder and deeper than he did before. “Wow. You know, this has been truly enlightening, Y/N. I never in a million years would have guessed you of all people would turn out to be a freak! And you, my friend, are the freakiest of the freaks.”
“I-I am not!” you protested, gasping as you felt the cold steel pushing heartlessly against your walls. “I like normal things too.”
“Uh huh,” Wade said as he continued to fuck your insides relentlessly with his gun. “And I am a three-headed sabertooth tiger named Richard. See? We can all tell lies to ourselves! It’s fun.”
You could feel yourself practically melting into his hands, your soul floating into the ceiling until you heard it. The click.
“Well, it has been real Y/N,” Deadpool sighed, his index finger resting comfortably on the trigger. “I mean, I don’t know about you, but I sure as hell had the time of my life! Shit, if we didn’t meet under these circumstances, we absolutely would have hit it off in another reality. As in, I would have fucked you in a multitude of positions in a variety of exotic outdoor locations! Unfortunately, however, the fun and games have to come to an end somehow. I mean, wouldn’t you agree?”
You felt as if your heart was about to both break and jump out of your chest simultaneously.
“B-but..” you tried to reason with him. Not that it was any use, of course. “I really liked this..”
“I know, babe,” Wade cooed, his free hand snaking up and gripping around your throat tightly. “But if I don’t kill you now, I probably never will because you are just too cute. And sometimes I just can’t help myself but make stupid decisions.”
“Please don’t kill me,” you begged, looking up at him.
Wade was just about to pull the trigger until you caught his eye.
“Aw, FUCK!” he shouted, immediately removing the gun from your dripping snatch. “Don’t.. don’t do that.”
“Do what?” you inquired innocently, tilting your head to the side.
“That!” he exclaimed, gesturing towards your face. “Looking up at me with those big, stupid adorable eyes. You know I can’t help myself when you do that.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” you shrugged. “Besides, I thought you had already made up your mind. You sounded pretty sure of yourself after all.”
“You know, you really are a little shit, you know that?” Deadpool fired back, placing his hands on his hips. “God, and this was supposed to be sexy and dangerous, but you totally ruined the atmosphere.”
You smiled to yourself, self-assured in your victory. “Well, does that mean you are going to let me go?”
“Yeah, yeah, go fuck yourself,” Wade responded, untying your ropes and smacking you on the ass as you stood up. “Get out of here before I change my mind.”
Before you walked out of the warehouse, you stood on your tippy toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek over his mask. “Thank you.”
“Go, GO!” he yelled, pushing you towards the exit of the dingy building. “And don’t come back.”
And as soon as you came, you were free. The moonlight poured through the cracks of the tree branches outside and lit up your face. The door slammed behind you in a dramatic fashion. And with that, you finally felt yourself settling into another moment of peace.
#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool 3#deadpool movie#deadpool#deadpool x reader#deadpool x y/n#deadpool x you#wolverine#wade wilson#tw noncon#bd/sm brat#daddy's brat#gun kink#gun tw#gun play
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Rewatched Fight Club recently
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#fight club#fight club 1999#illustration#art#my art#drawing#fanart#digital art#sketch#doodle#brat pitt#edward norton#fight club movie#fight club meme
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Hey man, I miss your collar bones
I love the way your skin feels on my collar bones
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#maxley#max x bradley#bradley uppercrust iii#bradley uppercrust the third#pinterest reference#maximilian goof#bradley is a brat#an extremely goofy movie#max goof#goofy movie#goof troop#i almost forgot that i made this sketch two weeks ago#max needs to fuck that attitude out of bradley#Spotify
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photo dump of glen powell 😻
#glen powell#glenpowelledit#twisters#glen powell gifs#twisters movie#tyler owens#fine as fuck#daddy’s brat#this dog has a better pr team than him
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Me? Again?
#me#bisexual#queer#wlw#bi nsft#queer nsft#bd/sm brat#bd/sm pet#wlw post#wlw yearning#bd/sm community#goth gf#alternative goth#goth aesthetic#whorror#wlw nsft#nsft#horror#gore kink#asks#daddy's good girl#gore lover#goth girl#movie#bd/sm daddy#daddy’s babygirl
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this is my 5th rewatch of rwrb now (a round of applause for mental illness everybody!) and I still start howling with laughter when alex orders henry around being all “I’m going to do some very bad things to you” and pretending to shut the door on him when henry’s late, and then it’s like…. hm, so are these “bad things” in the room with us right now?
because what actually happens is that alex gets shoved onto a couch and receives some seriously impressive head LMAO like this man is ALLLL bark and NO bite
#it fucking kills me every time#like who do you think you’re fooling babygirl#you can boss him around like the little brat you are but he was totally the one ravishing you in this situation#and like maybe he also gave head to henry too and henry remained fully clothed but then why didn’t they show any signs of that?#rwrb#firstprince#henlex#red white and royal blue movie#red white and royal blue#red white & royal blue#rwrb movie#alex claremont diaz#henry fox mountchristen windsor
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REMEMBER YOU ARE ONE
no face ver 😬
#the substance#sue#elizabeth sparkle#artists on tumblr#my art#Demi Moore#margaret qualley#im so obsessed with this movie#goodbye brat summer welcome substance autumn
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Lil Kim serving Cuntry in “gang of roses”
#gang of roses#2000s#early 2000s#mcbling#girls next door#2000s fashion#trashy y2k#00s#03#2000s movies#it girl#lil kim#y2kcore#cowboy carter#cowgirl#pink 2000s#2000 fashion#2000s style#cuntry#juicy couture#girlhood#this is a girlblog#feeling cunty#serving#brat
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Chie the Brat (1981) | dir. Isao Takahata
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Creep 2, 2017, dir. Patrick Brice
#horror aesthetic#horror movies#horror quotes#creep 2#creep 2017#he's such a brat#love it#also obligatory wet beast wednesday
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#brat charli xcx#pearl movie#charli xcx#chappell roan#lana del rey#maxxine#x movie#mia goth#girlblogging#lizzy grant#emma roberts#emma stone#this is what makes us girls#aesthetic#i’m just a girl#lana del ray aesthetic#coquette dollete#americana#vintage americana#hell is a teenage girl#girl interrupted#girl interupted syndrome#gaslight gatekeep girlblog#dream girl#60s#gloomy coquette#50s#girl blogger#female manipulator#female hysteria
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If nobody gonna edit Scott from twisters then I will fcking do it
#why nobody had edit him yet? alo editors????#my fyp is flooded with tyler edits but i want the brat sorry#i have the movie on cam but ughh i will try#tiktok#twisters#twisters scott#david corenswet#twisters movie#editors
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