#movie ripoffs

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

[glitchesartstudio]

These three

[laugtherhyena]

The sad thing about the minecraft movie is that even if they listen to the outcry and change the designs i doubt that will actually make it good because a good art direction isn't enough save a movie if the story and writing is ass

[heckyeahponyscans]

This is the video that inspired the Jaws post, a 60 year old orca absolutely wrecking a great white shark

[imperaptorfuriosa]

bruce campbell and chase masterson promo photos for terminal invasion (2002)

[autumnteawithfriends]

Movies I will defend from the “It’s a ripoff of (X)!!” Until the day I die

[tangirlisfangirl]

the movie was good but like. cmon guys.

[whimsicalcotton]

About "101 quick fluffy/soft/comfort prompts for brief fic snippets" how about 23 and 24 with amberpricefield

ended up setting these both somewhere vaguely in the polluted marrrow universe bc i couldn't help myself. hope that's okay lol

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23: Healing/Nursing Back to Health/Tending Wounds

“It's really not a big deal, y’know.”

Rachel stares down at Max, taking in the gleaming steel of determination that paints her features. 

Max offers only a grumble in reply, apparently unable to be swayed from her work of peeling open another bandage. 

“Nice try, Rach,” Chloe pipes up from beside her. She's got one bandage on her cheek, a couple on her right arm, and several on her left. “But I don't think there's any stopping her at this point.” 

“You, I understand,” Rachel huffs. “The way Trevor tells it, you ate total shit today. I've just got a few paper-cuts.” 

Max wraps another bandage around one of Rachel's fingers with the utmost of focus. “... A few is too much,” she mutters, matter-of-fact. 

“Yeah,” Chloe agrees. “I'm with Max on this one. How did you manage to get so many?”

“I was flipping through my script a lot today,” Rachel whines in return. “I kept forgetting my damn lines, sue me.” 

Max turns Rachel's hand this way and that, keen on scrutinizing every last inch until she's certain she hasn't missed anything. When she's satisfied with one, she moves to the other, well aware that Rachel's being ambidextrous only heightens the possibility of picking up injuries on both. Just as suspected, she finds another little wound attempting to hide from her. 

With that final brightly colored bandage, Max pulls away, sighing. “You have to be more c-careful.”

“Yeah, Rach,” Chloe says, bumping their shoulders together. “You gotta be more careful.” 

“Pretty sure that was directed at you,” Rachel counters, doing nothing to hide her pouting. “You needed, like, twenty. I only have three.”

Chloe opens her mouth to argue but snaps it shut when Max fixes them with a worried sort of glare. Even Rachel falters under its weight.

“Both of you,” Max huffs, brows furrowed. "Please."

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24: Soothing Fear/Panic

“Would it kill the weather guy to get something right for once?” Rachel grumbles, holding her bag closer to her chest and wincing at the sound of the rain splattering against the driveway. 

“Tell me about it,” Chloe huffs, scrambling to jam the keys into the lock and shivering all the while. “Slight chance of drizzle my ass, this is some Noah's Ark shit.” 

When they finally manage to stumble their way through the front door, they share an uneasy glance at the silence that meets them. Rachel struggles to separate herself from Chloe's drenched jacket, double checking to make sure Max's sneakers are still there while she's at it. Chloe hastily shakes her hair out like a dog and scampers off down the hall, not wasting a second calling up the stairs. 

“Max? Hey, Max, we're back. Everything okay?”

Normally, this is about the time when the girl in question would appear at the top of the stairs with that adorably eager expression of hers and greet them with a wave. Today, there's no sight of her. Chloe lets the quiet simmer for another minute or two before her frown deepens and she ventures up into it, Rachel not far behind.  

She finds Max all hunched over herself with her hands over her ears. Eyes screwed shut, muttering in the thin, repetitive cadence that so often indicates a desperate attempt to stave off panic. She doesn't even register when Chloe kneels down by her side. 

Chloe reaches to lay the barest, softest, most barely-there touch she can manage on Max's shoulder, slow and hesitant as she braces for the ensuing flinch. Max, of course, jumps so hard she nearly hits the ceiling, and even after getting a good look at Chloe her eyes are still swirling with unadulterated anxiety. When she pries her hands from her ears, they're shaking. 

“Max, hey, it's okay,” Chloe says, taking the girl's hands in hers and watching the fear in her gaze morph into something more akin to curious anticipation. “You're okay, everything's okay. It's just–” 

Suddenly, everything goes dark. And fuzzy. And blue. 

“Here.”

Chloe catches a glimpse of Rachel's triumphant smirk as she pulls the towel from her face. 

“Dry yourself off a bit first. I don't think your wet dog chic is helping much.” Still attempting to dry her own hair, she turns to face Max. “Sorry about that, by the way. I tried to get her to keep her coat on, but you know how she is.” 

“What was I supposed to do?” Chloe asks in a muffled grumble. “It's not like that thing has a hood anyways. Just as well to let you have it before that damn lumberjack shirt of yours started dripping everywhere.” 

“How dare you bring my sense of fashion into this,” Rachel gasps, putting a hand to her chest in hyperbolic offense. “My flannel need not suffer the wrath of your backfired gallantry.” 

“And Max doesn't need to suffer the headache of translating your Shakespeare talk,” Chloe says, rushing to pull the towel back down around her shoulders. 

But Max doesn't seem like she minds. If anything, it looks like she's calmed down a little just listening to them. Most of that petrified fear has wilted from her expression, though when a particularly strong gust of wind draws the rain to patter hard against the window she starts going rigid again. Chloe moves to sit at her side while Rachel flops herself onto the other end of the bed, both inching as close as they can. 

Max makes quick work of turning to bury her face in Chloe's shoulder. “S’Okay,” she murmurs, letting out a sigh of relief. “Good distraction.” 

“So I've been told,” Rachel replies, with just a touch too much pride. “Always happy to be of service. Oh, and speaking of, I've got a movie for you guys to watch. It's a good one this time, promise.”

“Oh god, no,” Chloe groans, holding Max a little closer and absentmindedly running a hand up and down her arm. “That's what you always say before putting on some absolute fucking garbage.”

Rachel gives Chloe a Cheshire grin. “And is absolute fucking garbage not thoroughly distracting?” 

Feeling Max let out a weak puff of laughter at that, Chloe concedes with a one last gripe. “Fine. But if you put on another one of those shitty knock off High School Musical movies, I will kick your ass.” 

Instead of answering the threat as she usually would — a cocky, blithe, “You wouldn't, you couldn't,” — Rachel stays quiet for a suspiciously long time before speaking up again. “... I plead the fifth.” 

“Jesus, Rach, really? Where do you keep finding these things?” 

Rachel hums in consideration. “Trade secret.” 

“What fucking trade?” Chloe scoffs, a familiar cross between incredulous and exasperated. 

They carry on like that the entire time Rachel is rescuing the DVD from her only half soaked bag and fiddling around with the TV. Bickering back and forth about nothing important, pushing each other's buttons just for fun. Chloe says something about how they're supposed to be calming Max down, and Rachel points out the way she's melted into Chloe's side as a means of claiming victory. 

Unbeknownst to them both, Max is listening on with the biggest smile she can muster, hidden just out of sight as she continues ignoring the rain in favor of their voices.

[i-am-trans-gwender]

Something about Hotel Transylvania that bothers me.

Count Orlok from Nosferatu (1922) is a a ripoff of Dracula but ended up being the inspiration for many vampire stories including future Dracula stories. Many vampires look like Orlok and the movie is also where the idea of vampires burning in sunlight originates.

Anyway back on topic. Hotel Transylvania 2 introduces Dracula's dad Vlad who looks like Orlok. This makes him a ripoff of a ripoff of his own son. I understand wanting to homage Nosferatu but it was still a weird choice.

[elevenenthusiast]

I’m begging everyone who LOVES stranger things to watch super 8 this movie is extremely underrated and it’s literally stranger things before stranger things even existed.

[goryhorroor]

I love watching a movie that doesn’t even try hard to cover up the fact that they’re ripping off another movie like the watcher won’t be like “hmm havent I seen this specific famous scene in cinema?”

[wolflover33100aj]

[ Ranting ]

Tired of people saying Indigo Park is a cashgrab, mf it's free!

The only reason why there's merch was because fans wanted it, people were buying bootlegs so the only thing they could think of was to put out official merch and that money is going into the game, I have never made a game before but I assume it's not easy and it costs too, paying the voice actors and people who helped work on it

It's also a passion project

[hotfudgecherryrosy]

i rewatched willys wonderland with a couple friends who havent seen it. apparently sound design is by a guy literally clled "mike schmidt" what are the odds. anyway its still the best worst movie ive seen in my life

[pyroclastic727]

well maybe the world does need shitty media. did you ever consider that?

[iightbringer]

i hate ‘reviewing’ movies but in a violent nature was so disappointing :(

[transistoradio]

Three movie posters with art by George Akimoto.