#vhs copy

[draganwhorror]

So I got one of the rare Ted movies on VHS yesterday! I watched it last night and decided to take some screenshots with my phone (since I can't do anything else with it...yet).

Ted plays Detective Corelli. His partner is a douchebag cop who says some not-so-nice things (this was 1997) and treats Ted's character like crap. Poor guy. Just look at how done he is with everything... 😂😭

[fruitcage]

[josephinepineconey]

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[ileaveclawmarks]

San Francisco Lesbians Vol. 6 VHS

[cathalbravecog]

THE STARDUST ...........!

an art fight attack of stardust sugarsocks, owned by chvnsaw !!

[kirby-the-gorb]

[lizardsfromspace]

Does anyone want to see the most 2010 thing imaginable? No? Well

[contac]

[elusivehoney]

[captainmvf]

It's Big Al!!!!!!!!

[dani-r]

I had a moment of remembrance of my crazy childhood (all lives and childhoods are crazy, of course, but, please, let it be known that I had a really crazy one). This little story is about my first and last attempt at stardom as a child actor on screen. It has some exciting twists! Bear with me, is long-ish, but is one of my favourite “weird dani anecdotes” to tell at parties. Here, for you all, with 5 minute drawings!

My brother’s father (not the same father, but the same mom) had lots of friends from the independent film scene here and one of them needed children of four or five years old for a short film he was directing. So mom, seeing already a histrionic and bombastic nature in her eldest child, saw it as an opportunity to cultivate that inclination.

So she took me to the studio where they were going to film the scene, it was in San Telmo, one of the oldest neighbourhoods of Buenos Aires. I remember it so clearly: looking around, fascinated by the old colonial buildings and asking about the narrow, so narrow streets, and mom telling me that this place was old, hundreds of years old, so the streets are narrow and short, so different from our block. Love at first sight. To this day my favourite place in the city.

We arrive and my next memory is seeing a group of children with their parents. I remember looking at each other with the caution and distrust a priori that you got when you are five and meet another unknown five year olds. The adults there (now I know that they were the production team) gave us kindergarten uniforms. I was… in awe, it was a private school uniform! Like, the green plane colour ones with a big blue pocket. I was, for some hours, a private school kid. I was looking and touching the uniform completely transfixed on that. In hindsight, seeing how private schools are here, I am so, so glad I had public education from 4 to my 30s —we have great free public schools and universities— but at the time, to me it was a sign of a kid “living large”.

They put us all in a room and I don’t have so much of a memory of that except for three things: I was fascinated by the amount of wires and machines in front of me, the fact that a kind-looking woman with glasses was behind the biggest machine (it was a camera) and that mom was not there (we knew, after, that they took all the parents outside the room with the excuse that we could get distracted during the shoot, which, fair. But we will know in the next scene of this story the exact motive, stay tuned, this gets fun).

They put me at the side of a big woman with a trenchcoat and a blond perm that told me to “be calm and look like this:” and made an expression of worry, with her hands together in front of her. I, of course, saw that and put my hands together exactly like hers, and nothing more. In five year old Dani’s defence, I saw the hands! And she told me to look like her! Technically, I was right. So I stayed like that and nobody noticed the duplication of poses.

And then. Silence. I remember the silence. And then, shouts, so many shouts, a big guy, with a leather jacket, comes fast, shouting at us so much and shaking a gun (I was aware, via television and some neighbours, of dangerous dudes with guns). I was confused, and everything was so fast. 

Suddenly that same shouting guy grabs me by the shoulder, manhandles me and I feel the gun on my temple. I remember, crystal clear, to be… confused. Just, utterly confused. Because in front of me were the big cameras, and the people there were exactly the same as before, the same expressions and attitudes, like nothing was happening out of the ordinary. So it felt weird, none of them reacting like the ones behind me. So I just... stood there, in the hands of the noisy guy, with a gun on my head. 

Next thing I remember is my mom being furious. And telling me that what they did was an awful, unethical thing to do and that they were “unas basuras, tremendos hijos de remil puta” [garbage people, fucking sons of bitches]. That they did that to extract an expression of fear out of me, instead of telling me to act. She let them have it, I can tell you.

She never spoke again with the guy, but I asked her for a long time about that “movie I was at” that she got a copy years later and I was able to see it, finaly, when I was ten. It was crazy seeing myself in a moving image (I mean, the next time in my life that I get filmed at will be at 14, filming was expensive before smartphones and nobody in my family owned a home camera or such). I saw myself as a super small child, in a 2 minute scene inside a very pretentious and shitty short film, being used as a hostage. And let me tell you: It was hilarious, priceless, absolutely incredible. Because the scene is ruined by my expression. There is a close up of my face and the gun, and I am… kind of smiling, a confused and completely out of place smile. I am so bemused by all that there is no fear, only confusion. I am smiling with a fucking gun on my temple. A bewildered five year old being manhandled and threatened on camera making a face of "huh?". I ruined everything for them. They had one shot of that, they had to use it. 

The lesson of the story: If you ever film with kids, they are not stupid, but you may be (if you do things like this). Just explain to them about acting, about pretending. Practise if you want a less “play pretend” act and more of a subtle thing. Don’t obscure your intentions, not only because is a shitty thing to do —and this dude was lucky that I was already a weird child, for a less weird child this could have been a traumatic experience— but also because the scene is going to be absolutely fucking ruined and it will be funny as hell. 

Today mom is bringing what we think is the actual vhs with the short film. I am getting next week the equipment to be able to see if she’s right. I wish so hard for it to be that shitty short film, because I will have finally the greatest treasure I desire since there is web 2.0: the best profile picture ever, forever.

[vampryn]

some of the tapes i found at the media shop today~

[audreyii-fic]

holy shit

i just had a realization

what if

(and bear with me here)

i just have one ship

just one

and all of these different books/movies/shows that i love wherein i wind up shipping a new pairing

are just

AUs of that first ship

folks what i'm saying here is that i'm pretty sure i've been shipping Christy and Dark Heart since i was three years old and literally every OTP since then has been their AU

[vanalex]

Nosferatu: The first vampire [1998]

The horror classic, Nosferatu, remastered with a soundtrack by Type-O Negative and hosted by David Carradine.

Source: https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0353816/plotsummary?item=po0993869

[bootyful-seventeen]

I am heavily contemplating on buying myself a dvd player soon and buying all the DVDs for a ton of movies and tv shows I grew up watching cuz I miss the magic of dvds

[deadpanwalking]

You ever wonder why they call me Deadpan Walking? This guy. Not to brag, but in the '90s, my mom's friend worked at the second biggest Russian deli/video store/bookshop/bookie joint in Boston, and he hooked us up with all the latest Gavrilov translations on VHS.