#triptych poster

[borchkinati]

indiana jones trilogy poster for my graphic design class 🐍🔥

[geekynerfherder]

'Somna Triptych' by Tula Lotay.

12" x 22.5" archival pigment print on 290gsm cotton rag paper, in a numbered TIMED Release edition.

On sale until Wednesday April 17 through DSTLRY.

(Image edited for social media)

[voxyldy]

03.08.2024

[Info]

New Compose Coffee posters and behind the scenes of the Compose Coffee commercial

Source: Compose Coffee / Esquire Magazine

[lostjulys]

gdes prof gave us a fucking impossible choice for final project :(

[billielolly]

Sims 3 Build - Artist's Escape

The perfect house for an artsy sim starting the next generation of their family. With a dedicated studio and walls bursting with vibrant colour and paintings, inspiration is sure to strike.

1 bedroom and 1 bathroom on a 25x20 lot.

Watch the speed build: https://youtu.be/lzxIDHL3s5I

Download here:

Patreon (free): https://www.patreon.com/posts/107237091

Exchange: https://www.thesims3.com/assetDetail.html?assetId=9597302

Expansion packs:

Ambitions

University Life

Late Night

Pets

Seasons

Supernatural

Stuff packs:

None

Store content:

Bohemian Garden Set - String of Inspiration (Wall)

Custom content:

mckat - (Default Replacement) Deposted and Destenciled McKracken Single Bed

Qahne - Garage Door on Five

heaven - Slated Roof (Biscayne Blue White Trim)

SIMcredible! - Coastal Living Bookcase

Kerrigan House Designs - Painter Set (Drawers, Reeves and Sons Chest, Book Clutter)

Martassimsbook - Imadako Watercolour Set (Watercolour Open, Painting with Tiltstand, Pallet, Brush and Cloth, Brush and Water, Colour Sample)

Wandering Sims - Flower Clip Pictures

Wandering Sims - 4t3 Ravasheen Look What I Drew Sketches

Martassimsbook - Lorelea Floral Paintings

Martassimsbook - Lorelea Cactus Poster

Martassimsbook - Kerrigan House Designs Lorrania Set Canvas

ArtVitalex - Ullery Paintings

Wandering Sims - Floristic Watercolour Pattern 10

Wandering Sims - Royal Garden Pattern 3

Wandering Sims - Intense Flowers Pattern 7

ArtVitalex - Kiester Mirror

Gosik - Kobe Bathroom Towels 2

Onyxium - Kearny Soap Dispenser

ArtVitalex - Upland Toilet Brush

Martassimsbook - Cowbuild My Home Set Potted Cordyline Palm

ArtVitalex - Downey Living Room (Seat Single, Seat Triple)

Twinsimming - Hipster Teen Bedroom Set (Reliable Rug, Original Launchpad Bed Frame/Bed Pillows/Mattress)

Lulu265 - Eclectic Living Room Coffee Table

Martassimsbook - novvvas Mid Century Modern Living Room (Books 2, Ficus Elastica)

Martassimsbook - Ars-botanica Cup of Pansies

Martassimsbook - novvvas Planties pt3 Monstera Deliciosa

ArtVitalex - Kanazawa Key Bowl

Martassimsbook - SugarOwl Lovely Succulents Paintings

Julietsimscc - Giveaway Gift Paintings (Without Borders)

Martassimsbook - Syboulette Millennial Kitchen Dish Soap

basimcly - Heritage Doors (External Glass Door x1)

Pralinesims - Contemporary Carpet 78

Crowkeeper - The Cryptic Triptych Paintings (Blossoms Abound, Connected)

Mutske - Medium Palm

Martassimsbook - Cowbuild Dahlia and Delpinium Vases

Kerrigan House Designs - Belle Epoque (Stool, Vanity Mirror, Climbing Ivy, Lights, Clutter, Lotion Giftbox, Candle 01, Candle 02)

Martassimsbook - Ravasheen Hang Around Closet Set P1 Shelves

Martassimsbook - Ravasheen Hang Around Closet Set P2 (Dress Belt, Summer Dress, Tunic, Long Sleeve Dress, Shorts)

Martassimsbook - Ravasheen Hang Around Closet Set P3 (Floppy Hat, Ivy Cap, Fedora)

Julietsimscc - CWB Unicorn Head

Martassimsbook - Cowbuild Follower Gift Set 1 Chicken Aloe Vera Pot

Kerrigan House Designs - Vintage Set Lamp

Wandering Sims - Wall Art Collection 5

Wandering Sims - Kids Wall Art 10

Martassimsbook - pqSim4 Stationary Haul Set Notebook with Pens

Martassimbook - PsychicPeanutKitty December Clutter Pencil Holder

pyszny16 - Kilburn Bedroom Calendar

Martassimsbook - Pinkboxdesign Kitchen Clutter Set Utensils

ArtVitalex - Mayorka Ceiling Spot Lamp

[szollibisz]

Thought I'd post some portfolio work because why not

This was for a specific assignment, of illustrating the same poem five different ways. I chose East Europe Triptych by Tóth Krisztina. You can read the full poem and the english translation here.

The first piece was inspired by old 70s hungarian cartoons and 50s posters. I focused on the general vibe of traveling through Hungary by train, which I find myself doing more and more nowadays.

2. My second piece was a digitally drawn zine. This time, instead of heavily interpreting a twisting the text, I took direct images from the second part of the poem and drew them, and then put them together in an accordion zine, with traditionally collaged covers.

3. For the third one I wanted to focus on the poem's theme of belonging and connection, but using the simplest visuals to convey them. I decided to make 5 posters all illustrating different aspects of connecting with another person, place or feeling, using the idea of overlapping shapes and colors, as well as some text.

4. I knew I wanted to make a collage, and I wanted to use some religious imagery in one of the pieces. I know it's not a very prominent theme in the text, but my entire life I've lived in a country where christianity and catholicism dictate many facets of life. I can't imagine a hungary or eastern europe without it. I treated this piece sort of like an altar, and the character as the virgin mary. The trash around her is sort of a messed up mandorla.

5. I wanted to do something completely outside my comfort zone, and since jewelry is a big symbol in the poem I chose to make some earrings. They were modeled after car parts, since in the last stanza it was used alongside the jewelry as a metaphor.

[rel124c41]

NOW PLAYING ‘EVERYBODY LOVES A CLOWN’ BY GARY LEWIS & THE PLAYBOYS. floyd leech

The truest mark of a jester is not in his ability to make others laugh, but in his capacity to find humor in his own pain.

tags: unrequited love, hurt no comfort, character study, friendship, wishful thinking, angst, floyd is in his stańczyk era, complicated relationships

word count: 2,282

The game is in the first quarter. There are twelve minutes on the clock.

Floyd does not know where to start his confession to you.

As he plays, he tries to come up with ideas of love confessions: a dance, a letter, a bite, or a gentle touch? Planning however puts a damper on the sweetness of what should be a romantic fantasy. Not that Floyd allows the turmoil to show, he plays perfectly. Each move of his is effortless, on the court and when playing with you.

He has been trying for a while to confess. Cowardness ties him up like seaweed.

If anyone were to rival Floyd’s energy, it would be you. You are eudaimonia incarnate. Flourishing with happiness and good spirit, you are a wonderful yet unexpected addition to Night Raven College. Where even Floyd falls into tepid moods of anger or sadness, you stay afloat. Somehow, someway, you are always happy.

Dribbling at practice, Crabby once joked that you were made of sugar, spice, and everything nice. Floyd yearns to know what a combination like that would taste on his tongue in a mating bite, sealing you two in marriage.

The Coral Sea is a triptych of shadow black, unwelcoming black, and cold black. You jump into his world, exploding with the color your soul carries. Through grimacing eyesight, he watches the gaiety of you bounce around even if it is blinding. You are the pinkest of pinks. You are the brightest orange that would rival sunkist shrimps. You are as yellow as the sun or a sky of stars, all consuming.

If shooting stars could fall into anyone’s eyes, they would fall into yours. Making little homes of fluctuating solar energy and the thumping glow of hydrogen and helium. The only eyes worthy of having stars in them.

He can feel the heat of those blazing stars on his neck as Sea Snake passes the basketball to him at midcourt line.

You sit in the bleachers with a handmade poster in your hands. To keep himself happy, Floyd deludes himself with the image of you making it alone. Without anyone handing you certain markers or glue for the glitter, you wrote WIN WIN WIN FLOYD in big, bubble letters for him and him alone. In his mind, you did not ask for the green colored pencil from anyone’s hand to shade in the caricature eel’s skin and you did not hyena-laugh when you accidentally got glitter on someone’s cheek or clothes.

The delusion of a reality where you only think about him 24/7 is sugar, spice, and everything nice. That is eudaimonia.

When Floyd scores twice in the first quarter with the aid of Sea Snake, you raise that poster up. Cheers from you are whole-hearted and never half-assed, you put everything into rallying encouragement you hope reaches and motivates Floyd.

You could frown and it would still motivate him.

When he scores for the third time, there are no vocal cheers shining down from the bleachers. Looking at the sea of unimportant guppies, he finds the reason your lips are silent. You are sharing a kiss with Jade, just two short pecks. Something you definitely initiated as Jade is timid with affection.

As he turns back to the court, Floyd imagines his confession would go like this:

“I love ya, Shrimpy.”

You laugh, almost falling off your seat, and say with a happy grin, “That’s a good one, Floyd. Tell another joke!”

The game is in the second quarter. There are twelve minutes on the clock.

Floyd is a clownfish of an eel. Not entirely like Crabby or Sea Otter, but Floyd has been marked as a class clown enough. Loud and boisterous, he is a presence that fertilizes laughter and amusement with ease. Perhaps the amusement is only shared by him, Jade, and Azul mostly, but it is still a jester’s position he has fallen into.

Nothing he says is ever taken seriously unless his words are threats. Unlike Jade, whose words are always heeded and who is taken seriously as a plague.

Floyd can be serious too though! Him and Jade are cut from the same cloth. Why can’t you see the other side of him? Why can’t your bright star eyes comprehend him as something more than a joking jester?

For a while, Floyd was content in that position. Jingling bells, stomping around in oversized shoes, falling over himself to fish that melodious laughter out of your throat. And then one of Jade’s mushroom puns got you snort in the midst of stomach deep laughter. Since then, no matter how many more quarters he plays, Floyd knows he lost.

Pure laughter is pure love in many cultures. And he, trapped in that monk’s cowl and sea anglerfish bells costume, has failed to make you laugh in that same intensity.

As he dribbles and passes the basketball, blocks shots and runs across the court, Floyd unpurposely distracts himself with a vile memory:

A party in Ramshackle. Not as extravagant as Sea Otter’s but still entertaining. As always, Floyd was like a lamp for tiny moths to gather around. Despite his pendulum-ing emotions, his company is enjoyable.

One off stories and jokes were a jester’s speciality. Capturing the attention of your friends and his fellow second years, Floyd keeps the conversation light and draws laughs out of throats like the Sea Witch once did with the little mermaid’s voice. The corner of where he is in Ramshackle is usually the loudest, brimming with comedy. The kind that should have gotten you to come over and ask curious, “What’s so funny?”

Crabby would have dismissed you but Floyd would have reeled you right in. His little Shrimpy, snug under his protective arm, as he recounted another story.

You do not laugh.

You do not look.

You just do not care.

That fucking party in Ramshackle? You spent it giving Jade a tour around the place, showing him the garden you started in the backyard, and chatting with that magnetizing, permanent smile on your lips. Before you two even were dating.

Floyd knows he does not have your total attention. Your attention is always spread in too many directions in his opinion. But sometimes, he wants more than anything for just one period of twenty-four hours where all you think about is him.

You may hold a sign with his name on it but he is not your focus. Star eyes follow the basketball that bounces from player to player; you watch the game fully, but not him.

Who would ever want to see a crying clown?

The game is in the third quarter. There are twelve minutes on the clock.

And Floyd finds himself benched.

Coach pulls him out of the game when five minutes are left in the second quarter. Coach worries about that rapidly declining mood of his in the second quarter. It is a volatile, gambling choice but the Coach thinks it is the correct one. Better to have him refuel and get back into the swing of the game. “Have a Gatorade and take a minute, Leech. No need to dig yourself down.” Floyd doesn’t want to drink his passion fruit Gatorade, he wants a different drink and he wants a peppermint to crush between his sharp teeth.

Elbows on knees and head in hands, Floyd watches the red clock go down number by number. Anger pulses off him like smoke. Fifty-eight. Fifty-seven. Fifty-six. Fifty-five. Stupid fucking Coach. Stupid fucking game. Stupid fucking Gatorade. Forty-nine. Forty –

“Peppermint for your thoughts?”

Stupid fucking Coach, Floyd thinks a second time. As is per tradition, if Floyd ever finds himself on the bench, call in Shrimpy. A small little crustacean that can reverse whirlpools back to sailable water and can make even the hungriest shark swim in the opposite direction of blood.

“It's a penny for ya thoughts,” Floyd grumbles into his hand.

“Nah, I don’t think so!” Is it possible to hear a smile in a voice? Because it feels like you speak in smiles; he imagines an alien language made by grins, one where no words like bad moods or anger exist. “Can’t eat a penny, can you?”

You take a seat by him on the bench. The space is left wide open because no one ever wants to risk being so close to the eel-mer when he is explosive with rage. When you sit, your shoulders bump together and from hip to shin, you two press against one another.

“So, the doctor is in. Doc. Shrimpy.”

Even when you are handing him something, his world minimizes down to the sight of your star eyes. The crunch of a peppermint wrapper in his hand is infinitesimal to the scorch of nuclear fusion and fire.

Still, he pops it in and relishes in the calming breakage of candy in his razor sharp teeth, replying, “I don’t know, just pissed I missed that shot.”

“Yeah, I saw that.” Liar. “I also saw you make two of the cleanest shots of the entire game in the first five minutes of the game.” Floyd hums instead of grumbling. It is the slightest, micro improvement but you still hammer on your past doctor-slash-therapist metaphor. “Say aaah for Doc. Shrimpy!”

This is the hardest part of being a clown. You do sweet, pseudo-romantic things with Floyd and never take it seriously. Everything between the two of you is shrouded under the blanket of comedy. There are zero feelings behind it. Even when you unknowingly partake in eel courtship (opening your mouth wide as you demonstrate your ‘aaah’), it is hollow and satire. And when you learn about his species’ courtship you will really only mean it with intent when you are with Jade.

“Aaah!”

Into his mouth, you pour a drink. His shoulders recoil at bit, premature disgust at the thought of tasting passion fruit which he is not in the mood to drink. Floyd is surprised when the drink starts to fizz in his mouth.

As he savors it, the carbonation and sourness a welcome burn in his throat, you smile and show him the drink you have on hand. “Shit’s good, right?” In front of him, you shake a monstrously bright pink and yellow can with the words Ghost on it. “Sour pink lemonade.”

You take the Ghost you just waterfall into Floyd’s mouth and down your own sip. Be careful, Shrimpy, Floyd thinks. Sharing food and drink is also a part of courtship.

“Gross, Shrimpy. You backwash?”

“Yeah, I did. How does loogie and lemonade taste?”

At that, Floyd snatches up the energy drink from your hands. He downs a much larger sip, going as far as to have some spill around the corner of his mouth. He takes the opportunity too to touch his lips on where yours once were.

Once he robs you of half your lemonade, Floyd brings his wrist to wipe his chin and grins wolfish, “My compliments to the chef! Think Azul’ll add it to the menu?”

You laugh just as Floyd was aiming for, all saccharine and lovely, and joke, “Oh my spit could make a fortune! I can see it now!”

“Shrimpy spit?”

“Oh my God, Shrimpy spit! It has alliteration!”

You two fall into each other, cackling and laughing at the stupidity. When your hair brushes his cheek, Floyd thinks of how easy it would be to find his lips falling to a place more forbidden than the metal rim of an energy drink can.

After you both stop laughing: “Ya gonna feed me some more, Shrimpy?”

“Hm, I don’t know. Mmm, how about this,” you grin, stretching out your sentences teasingly. “I have some takoyaki with your name up there on the bleachers. Jade and I made it yesterday. You can have the rest when you win this game!”

Your star eyes burn him. Floyd melts under their intensity.

The game is in the fourth quarter. There are twelve minutes on the clock.

Everybody loves a clown, so why don’t you?

Has he not been enough? Self-sacrificial to always keep you bright and laughing, giving you his own light, letting you bleed him dry until his skin is sandpaper and his bone rice. This constant fear that he should always try to keep you happy lies in his heart like a nematode worm.

His sugar, spice, and everything nice Shrimpy who does not belong to him.

Standing on the edge of the 3 point line, Floyd, despite his cowardice, sends out the last shot of the game.

The basketball glides across the rim like a ship caught in a whirlpool, once. Then a second time, it makes its circular route around the open mouth of victory, leaning capriciously. With a suicidal fall, the basketball falls to the right. It bounces double on the ground before rolling away out of Floyd’s reach. Over the white tape of the endline, the orange ball is now out of the court, signaling the end.

Though under typical circumstances that losing shot should usher him into despair, a smile grows on Floyd’s face. It is only broken when he starts to laugh, his own joy singular in the groans and moans of his teammates.

He turns towards the bleachers, knowing you are expecting a miserable frown; he waves happily at you when your worried eyes fall onto him. You are out of his court. But … eels mate for life which means … Floyd gets to keep you in his life, just a bit out of reach, as he dreams of your love, not knowin’ where to start.

The game ends in the fourth quarter. There are no minutes left.

[w-248]

((Some season 7 theories and predictions))

((Now I'm raging like an erupting volcano because procreate deleted my fanart I'm throwing some theories about what was the season and what we should expect last episode. Again, I tagged things if you want to be spoiler free.))

((One theories about the 3 characters behind Rick for the poster promo is each of them represent a lesson Rick needed to learn to face whatever happens last episode.))

((I also think they prepared the poster to give some hints. See in drawn in finger some things I think I got:))

(( First let's talk about the 3 main characters behind Rick))

((From what I gathered, each of them were a lesson Rick had to learn to order to allow himself to progress. It seems from right to left the order of lessons fit but usually for American/European standard you would read left to right for older to future, so I wonder if this reverse order has a meaning? Like some from the past and some from the future?))

((The lessons I think Rick had to learn are:

Poopybutthole: Rick needs to care better about people he already cherishs (I think?)

Prime: revenge is not and shouldn't be a fullfilling ending for your life. Or at least revenge doesn't resolve everything.

Bigfoot: because some being aren't as intelligent as you want them to be or as you vision intelligence doesn't mean they aren't intelligent and you shouldn't underestimate them or treat them poorly.

((Note Prime is the biggest one, so I think the most important lesson Rick needs to learn is this one.))

((Not how the 3 are shaped like a triptych? Often used to represent a story on 3 parts which can be used as represent the narrative: the beginning, the present and the end. In christianity when they represent jesus he ends up sacrifying himself for the well being of others.))

((Also thought, from what I remember christian triptychs often represent the most important in the middle while the ones on the sides are details.))

((I also like they look like ghosts. It makes me think of the christmas tale where Scrooge being an horrible person is visited by 3 ghosts showing the past, the present and the future. Still theories, but I like the fact in the poster they don't look present or even real!))

((Now those lessons are learned, Rick needs to jump in the unknown - not a concept hole, a real hole- and oh damn, related to Morty maybe? I'm so excited.))

[polish-art-tournament]

What was/is your favorite match up in terms of the two pieces of art interacting/playing off eachother so far? My personal favorite is the Children's crusade by Witold Wojtkiewicz and Men praying by Władysław Jarocki.

that is a good one, i agree! i also like copernicus vs galactic girl in poll 67 of the paintings round and (idk maybe controversially) i was very pleased with the dead hares/disembodied breasts matchup from poll 34 of paintings. the two triptychs from paintings poll 65 look great next to each other too imo... besides those i am enormously satisfied with basically everything from the posters round (it is perfect), and from the sculptures: kozłowska/kosałka for the elevated ordinary/globalisation combo, godebski/bloch for the dramatic poses reaching for each other, and of course the mermaid vs the dragon

[suchamiracle-does-exist]

Dear @faisonsunreve thanks for the tag. This was definitely a time taking task but so much fun to do. A true time travel to your watching history. To my surprise there are three French films and three Tom Hanks films included. 😄

A few comments about certain choices.

Favorite film of all time: The Thief of Bagdad (1940): The jewel of the film is Conrad Veidt’s insane Jaffar dressed up with the turban.

Best script: Some Like It Hot (1959): The story about two antihero musicians trying to make a living and avoiding gangsters by dressing as women and joining a female band and traveling to Miami is still unique to watch.

Favorite poster: The Empire Strikes Back (1980): Memories from the childhood. Darth Vader’s perhaps a little too epic posture promises you an emotional adventure and that promise will be fulfilled.

"I’ll watch it some day": Napoléon (1927): @missholson and I were introduced to this 6-hour biopic of Napoleon and we were stunned by the shots of the twenty-minute triptych sequence, where widescreen panorama is made by projecting multiple-image montages simultaneously on three screens. Blu-ray is waiting on the shelf.

Big personal impact: Elvis (2022): I wasn’t prepared for the narrative where female gaze and male vulnerability are allowed and validated.

You like, but everyone hates: Angels & Demons (2009): Don’t know today’s reception but when it was released the film was heavily criticized by the critics and the audience. I like both this and The Da Vinci Code (2006), but having more convincing characters, plot and hold for the entirety makes it better than the first one.

Underrated: The Ninth Gate (1999): Polanski is a very contradictory director for his sexual abuse charges, therefore it feels shameful to admit liking his films or considering his films to be valued. Many find Gate as a dull thriller. The film doesn’t rely on jump scares or gore but the mystery around the occult books and the things you can’t see. 

"Why do I like this?": Bachelor Party (1984): This is my favourite question of them all. I discussed with @faisonsunreve about on what basis you should answer this and does it reveal your true movie taste. The 80’s crazy comedy is a silly and out-dated genre and that is why the films of this era fascinate me. Bachelor Party is full of lame humor and over-the-top characters. Yet the storyline is versatile and entertaining. Young Tom Hanks embodies the past. 

Great soundtrack: La Cage aux Folles (1978): Ennio Morricone has said first he has to understand the film, the images, the story and the director’s intentions before starting to compose. I would like to know his study for Folles, because the soundtrack has such a humorous, characteristic and warm sound. 

That cinematography: Furiant (2015): I was balancing between Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy (2011) and La double vie de Véronique (1991), but this short film stands out with the way the rural landscapes, the dimly lit rooms and the unspoken moments are visualized (and edited) by the producer, director, writer, cinematographer and editor Ondřej Hudeček.

Criminally overlooked: Angélique film series (1964-68): Yes, you could put almost any Conrad Veidt film here, however I chose this. I have been fond of Angélique films since I was a child. These spectacles tell the story of Angélique in the time of King Louis XIV of France. Romance, adventure, scheming with breathtaking soundtrack and costume design, beautiful Michèle Mercier in the leading role and the flashy way of speaking French offer us an exquisite interpretation from the 60’s. 

Favorite active director: Peter Strickland: I have seen only The Duke of Burgundy (2014) and Flux Gourmet (2022), nevertheless his style of using the aesthetics of Italian genre films and the intimacy he creates is just heartwarming.

Anyone who wants to make their own version, please do and let me know. 📼📀📦🔦

[fj0t0lf]

Wall Decorations at 36 Yogananda, pt. 2

photos from Sec 5 - Back-up Scene 1 (CFS 1200705354, 10 Assorted Files)

65 // Florentine serving tray // gold foil version of Nova Totivs Terrarvm Orbis by Hendrik Hondius II

94 // The End of Dinner by Jules-Alexandre Grün

100 // Clos de la Roche by Lebecca Peterson

119 // Tulipe by Fabrice de Villeneuve // Narcisse by Fabrice de Villeneuve

122 // Water Lilies (1907) by Claude Monet

147 // Savigny by Pamela Gladding

266 // Pikmin 1 poster // The Matrix poster // Armored Vehicles - Past to Present poster by George Bradford

331 // Lilium Candidum by Pierre-Joseph Redouté

412 // Calima Bird wall decor triptych

582 // Les Misérables US Premiere poster

595 // Hotel Bonaparte poster by Emily Adams

666 // Brouilly by Pamela Gladding

[donnatroyprincessofthemyscira]

ComicList: DC Comics New Releases for Wednesday, September 6, 2023

Batman #137 (Cover A Jorge Jimenez)(Batman Catwoman The Gotham War), $4.99

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Batman #137 (Cover E Pablo Villalobos Hispanic Heritage Month Card Stock Variant)(Batman Catwoman The Gotham War), $5.99

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Batman Adventures Omnibus HC, $150.00

Batman Justice Buster Volume 1 TP, $9.99

Batman Under The Red Hood The Deluxe Edition HC, $49.99

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[chernobog13]

Poster for The Demon of Mount Oe (1960).

This is one of the first - if not THE first - monster films from Daiei Film. It's based on an old Japanese tale wherein a band of samurai must battle a shape-changing creature that's terrorizing a village.

To my knowledge, it is the only monster film starring two of Daiei's rising stars: Raizo Ichikawa (Sleepy Eyes of Death series, Shinobi No Mono series) and Shintaro Katsu (Zatoichi himself!). It also stars Kojiro Hongo, who in a few years would get better acquainted with monsters in the Daimajin and Gamera film series.

There are several ukiyo-e paintings based on the original tale, the most famous probably being this triptych by Utagawa Kuniyoshi:

And best of all, I found an English sub-titled version on the Internet Archive here:

So guess what I'm watching tonight?

[voxyldy]

02.18.2024

<HOPE ON THE STREET> Teaser Poster

NEW DOCU SERIES COMING SOON

📅 March 28, 0AM (KST)

📺 Premiere globally | 전세계 동시 공개

Global: Prime Video (@PrimeVideo)

Korea: TVING (@tvingdotcom)

#HOPE_ON_THE_STREET #홉온스 #jhope #제이홉

Source: @bts_bighit

[frenchcurious]

Roy Lichtenstein (1923-1997) As I Opened Fire Poster (triptych), conceived 1966. - source Heritage Auctions.

[msclaritea]

"Biopics of massively famous musicians are rarely very good, often because they stumble at the question of whom exactly they’re being made for. Are you making a movie for the already initiated die-hard fans yearning to see the life and times of their hero reflected back at them in exacting detail? Or is your movie a welcome mat for novices, a breezy jukebox of greatest hits aimed at cultivating new generations of fans, goosing streaming tallies and catalog sales in the process? Most musician biopics never manage to resolve this tension, in part because they’re usually also serving a third master, namely the musician’s estate, which tends to hold its own, very specific ideas about on-screen depiction.

Bob Marley: One Love, the new movie about the late reggae superstar that’s produced by Marley’s widow, Rita, along with some of his children, is a biopic that does seem to know whom it’s for, which isn’t a point in its favor. The film is directed by Reinaldo Marcus Green (King Richard) and stars Kingsley Ben-Adir as Marley, who does his best with the role despite not really looking or sounding much like the real Marley. (Within the past four years Ben-Adir has played Malcolm X, Barack Obama, and Bob Marley, quite the triptych of historical figures.) Lashana Lynch plays Rita and steals the film in every scene she’s in, even if the movie’s script fails to elevate her character past the archetypical suffering-yet-supportive wife of a genius.

Rather than taking a cradle-to-grave approach to Marley’s life, One Love instead focuses on a single period of Marley’s career, his self-imposed exile to England in the aftermath of the 1976 attempt on his life at his home in Kingston, during which time he recorded Exodus, the 1977 LP that marked his full breakthrough into global superstardom. The film opens with the assassination attempt, after which we’re quickly whisked to London, where the film depicts Marley writing most of Exodus’ songs in a cloying series of “eureka!” moments that tend to populate movies of this kind. Snippets of Marley’s classic “Redemption Song” surface as a recurring musical motif in the film, and in one of the last scenes, we see Marley performing the song for his awestruck family in a sappy flourish that’s also anachronistic. (By most accounts, Marley didn’t write “Redemption Song” until 1979.) Periodically we’re treated to a series of flashbacks of the singer’s earlier life, a clichéd device that this movie could have used more of: Brief forays into Marley’s conversion to Rastafarianism are surprisingly well done, and a scene of a teenage Marley and the Wailing Wailers performing “Simmer Down” at Coxsone Dodd’s Studio One is the best moment in the film.

One Love is an inspirational tale about a Great Man who used music to unite the world, one that reduces one of the most consequential and complicated artists of the 20th century to a walking fount of genial aphorisms, the guy who suggested we all get together and feel all right. As such, the film indulges a decadeslong public appetite for a particular imagining of Marley that his estate now seems depressingly eager to feed. It’s been 42 years since Marley died of a rare form of melanoma at age 36, and I’m not sure there’s a musician who’s more literally iconic: Go to any commercial district in any part of the world and within minutes you’ll find an opportunity to buy something bearing Marley’s likeness. In the United States, Marley has been a staple of dorm-room walls for generations: The casual and underinformed co-optation of Marley by American bro culture has even inspired a recurring meme in which Marley’s name is erroneously affixed to an image of Jimi Hendrix.

To a certain brand of musical cynic, Marley has become the embodiment of a musician whom people own posters and T-shirts of but don’t actually listen to, which isn’t totally fair to most of the owners of those posters and T-shirts. Some of Marley’s music is still enormously popular: His 1984 greatest hits compilation Legend is currently enjoying its 820th week on the Billboard 200, a position it will likely maintain for the foreseeable future given One Love’s early, strikingly robust box-office projections. The only album that’s spent longer on the chart is Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon.

But in the pop-cultural imagination, Legend has completely eclipsed everything else Marley ever released. The album has sold more than 15 million copies in the United States alone, while no other Marley LP has sold even 1 million stateside. From a purely mathematical standpoint, this would indicate that for many fans, Legend is the first and only Marley album they’ll ever listen to. I’m not sure there’s another greatest hits compilation that has played such an outsize role in the public definition of an artist.

Legend is a fine little collection, but the idea that it’s some sort of one-stop synopsis of Marley’s career is absurd. For starters, 10 of its 14 tracks date from the period of 1977–80, a four-year time frame that represents the height of Marley’s global popularity but is a relatively minuscule cross section of a staggeringly prolific, nearly two-decade-long recording career. (Five of Exodus’ 10 tracks are included on Legend, which I suspect is one reason that One Love is so invested in the album’s significance.)

This period also coincides with a time when Marley’s music seemed to take a step back from revolutionary politics, a tack that may have been driven at least in part by the aforementioned assassination attempt. The Marley canonized on Legend is not the Marley who sang “I feel like bombin’ a church/ Now that you know that the preacher is lyin’ ” or who called for “burnin’ and a-lootin’ tonight … burnin’ all illusion tonight” or declared that “Rasta don’t work for no CIA.” The dominance of Legend in the U.S. is particularly striking when one considers that Marley’s highest-selling album in this country during his lifetime was 1976’s Rastaman Vibration, which peaked at No. 8 on the Billboard 200 and includes such overtly political tracks as “Crazy Baldhead,” “Rat Race,” and “War.” Legend doesn’t include a single track from Rastaman Vibration, instead opting for romantic fare like “Is This Love” and “Waiting in Vain” and feel-good anthems like “One Love/People Get Ready” and “Jamming.” (For an excellent deep dive into the history and legacy of Legend, I recommend this article from the Ringer earlier this week.)

One Day’s Director Has No Regrets About the Movie’s Controversial Ending

Legend’s preeminence has helped turn Marley into the musical equivalent of a tourist destination, at which One Love is just one more cozy attraction. This is worse than a shame, because the real Bob Marley was one of the most remarkable musical talents of the 20th century. As a songwriter, he was so prolific that music seemed to pour out of him, a quality that has sometimes led to a naturalization of his gifts that veers into exoticizing primitivism. (One Love certainly partakes in this.) But rather than being some carefree savant, Marley was a fiercely disciplined and ambitious artist from the very beginning. He wrote and recorded his first single, “Judge Not,” in 1962 at the age of 16, and it remains an astonishing debut, an effortlessly catchy melody sung by a voice that sounds both nervous and supremely confident in a way that only a teenager can manage.

By the time he signed to Island Records in 1972 and began his ascent to international superstardom, Marley had already written a lifetime’s worth of great songs. He had a preternatural ear for hooks and crafted songs that were ready-made hit records, three-minute gems of perfectly crystalized musical ideas. As a singer, his indelible tenor rasp and thrillingly improvisational style were the byproducts of an extraordinarily well-honed sense of intonation and time. And during the 1970s, he fronted what might have been the best band on the face of the earth, grounded in the peerless rhythm section of drummer Carlton Barrett and bassist Aston “Family Man” Barrett, the latter of whom died earlier this month at age 77. (Aston’s son and namesake, an accomplished musician in his own right, plays his father in the film.)

One Love doesn’t know how to begin exploring this artist and his art in any way that even begins to be interesting. Instead it just feeds back the same sanitized and saccharine idea of Bob Marley to the same audience who has been eating that up for generations. It’s a movie about a poster. Over the end credits of One Love, archival performance clips of Marley flash onto the screen, and for a few moments we’re treated to sounds and images that are infinitely more magnetic and thrillingly alive than anything we’ve seen over the preceding 100-ish minutes. That Bob Marley, and the extraordinary body of music he left behind, is still out there for those who go listening for it, but this movie isn’t where you’ll find him."