#rrr behind and beyond

[lucyinroses]

can't believe how good the making-of-rrr documentary is. right back into my obsession. truly a gift. love that the whole shoot is 80% unbelievably complicated, talented hard work and 20% them just grabbing each other with tarak yelling

[enigma-the-mysterious]

Stole this from the RRR discord.

Charan hugging Tarak during the filming of the flogging scene will live in my head rent free forever xD I knew Charan felt extremely bad while filming it. A crew member on the set said how he was constantly apologizing and crying and hugging Tarak because he thought the whip was actually hitting him. Nice to have that on record xD Not that I ever doubted it of course

[toomanyfanficsbruh]

After watching RRR: Behind and Beyond, there's a sense of patriotism and love for the Indian Cinematic Industry that I haven't really truly felt in a while. Even more so in the Telugu Cinematic Industry.

Though the documentary was taken with a light feel, the extra work and effort that you don't see on the final screen is something of the legends. You're telling me that the tiger Bheem fights in his introduction scene was a blue set piece? That Ram fights ~500 people in his introduction scene, in a man-made dust land? That every single scene had a miniaturisation made before they shot it??

I think that, especially with high action films, you kind of guess how much work they put into it, but you don't really UNDERSTAND how MUCH they dedicate to the film. Like, Ram and Tarak were swinging for 20 days when their characters first meet under that bridge. They were in harnesses for 20 days! Shot Naatu Naatu for 12!

Hats off to every single person involved in the film - main characters, side characters, managers, production and editing team, musicians, designers, choreographers and everyone else that I just can't mention in one sentence. Your work is mind blowingly amazing and your dedication shows.

And may I just say, MM Keeravani. You sir, single handedly keep my love for music on a high, every day. I love his work so so much and his love for music just makes me love it more.

And of course, Rajamouli sir. Thank you for bringing your dream to life and bringing another set of tears to my eyes. Your work is wonderful and I love it to bits.

From a Telugu girl who just loves this team,

Love it all and there's just not enough words to describe it. Amazing.

Also, pfft, love Tarak behind the scenes. Really truly, I think we'd be best buddies 😂

[janesurlife]

It's a good time to tell you all that I'm a big movie buff SURPRISE 😁😁 so I feel like it's my duty to tell fellow movie buffs about the behind the scenes documentry of RRR one of the greatest indian movie ever made (yes I will stand by this claim till I die)

This documentary showed the immense work that went into making a film as huge as RRR. Not only that, obviously every movie ever made required a lot of work but what sets RRR apart is the passion and love that SS Rajamouli had for cinema. I have been following him since Vikramarkudu which made me change my views about Ravi Teja cause MY GOD CAN THE GUY ACT...he lived the role of Vikram Rathore. And that's what Rajamouli does... he gets the absolute best out of an actor.

Before RRR, I was never a fan of charan. I have watched a few of his movies and found nothing special but RRR completely changed my opinion. He played the character of Ram so so well. The conviction with which he made the audience believe that even though his actions were "wrong" he is not the wrong man.

And the whole sequence of his introduction 😘😘😘😘 chef's kiss. It was so perfect.

A HUGE APPLAUSE for Senthil for the excellent camerawork and Sabu sir for the production. I understand why Rajamouli keeps these two with him.

Coming to NTR. I did like him even before RRR but after watching this movie AND the behind the scenes preparation, specially for Komuram Bheemudo song HATS OFF to you Tarak.

There are a lot of things I want to say about this movie but maybe I'll try to summarize it with these few sentences.

SSR is a director who doesn't make movies just for the sake of it. every story, every scene, every shot has a vision behind it.... nothing is JUST THERE. He knows how to create magic on screen and he does it everytime he dons the directors hat.

[crossed-worlds]

📼 + Alphonse

Or...I guess early life cause robot

"Come on lil' bro! Focus!" Came the encouraging command from the black and yellow droid behind him. "You got this! Just let it happen!"

The two robots were just outside of the Warp Force HQ, nearby the other members of their respective teams were watching the brothers with their target practice. The battle droid's side of the field already had a decent sized crater, as for the medical one....well....

"Rrr!" Alphonse grunted at the feeling of the Overdrive channeling through his hand, he had a decent orb in his palm but—

There was a crack as the ball of energy burst and sent the medical unit across the field. Making everyone in the area wince from the impact and his brother ran over to make sure he was alright. Unlike most robots...the newly activated medical droid had pain sensors through out his body. There were times when the young robot wished he could cry....this was one of those times.

"Ouch..." Alphonse's eye lights were shut in a straight line from the dents now in his body. He wasnt meant to take on a lot of damage... He then glared up at the sky above him, cursing the Metal Sonic who made him without any defensive programing beyond the Overdrive sheild. "UGH! Why can't I just do it straight away?!"

"That's not how learning works, kid." He could hear the light laugh in his brother's voice. "You're only.....what? A year old? Fighting aint something you came equipped for."

Al huffed and sat up, rubbing his head where he was sure the pain had been chipped on him. "Why are we even doing this? I'm never gonna be capable of fighting! I'm not made for it! I don't even have armor like you do... I'm just a simple medical robot."

"Hey now, don't go talking like that!" Shard offered him a hand and helped the younger droid to his feet. "No little bro of mine is "a simple" robot, we all know this! You got the Overdrive so you've got the arsenal! Just a matter of figuring out how best to use it!"

"You got this Al!" Came the shout from Larry the Lynx over by the bench, getting patched up for what had to be the fifth time he'd come tumbling out of a tree.

"Uh...maybe don't cheer for him Larry with your jinx." Silver sighed as he shook his head at his teammate but couldn't wipe the smile off his face regardless. "The last thing the poor kid needs is another trip to the repair bay!"

"Come on! One more time!" Shard nudged his little brother with a grin, putting his arm around the younger droid in one armed hug. "You got this! Next time one of those wannabes tries messing with ya, I KNOW you'll put 'em in their place! Now come on! Show me what those claws can do!"

"Okay..." Alphonse couldn't help but smile a bit, it was nice to have all his friends believing in him like this.

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Alphonse jolted awake, only to sigh and rub his eyes. Sitting up in his internal world. The space within his gemstone that was more or less like a copy of a ruined Angel Island. In here at least...he was organic. It was...just a memory. Maybe a dream. But... he wiped his eyes that had spiritual tears falling from them... The loss of his brother still hurt, it was easier these days. The pain never really went away though. He never forgot.

His brother was still the bravest man he ever knew.

[enigma-the-mysterious]

Everyone say thank you to Rama Rajamouli for preserving the glory of Charan's hair. She knows what the public (me) wants

Let's all celebrate Rama Rajamouli for her outstanding work on this film.

Excellent. No notes.

[pinkpersonsblog]

Title : Riding With You

Characters : Ram, Bheem

Summary : Ram loves riding on Bheem’s bike.

Word count : 533

Ram had been more than a little reluctant the first time Bheem had invited him onto his motorcycle.

He wasn’t quite sure why, because it wasn’t particularly frightening for a man who could fight off a mob. Perhaps he just preferred a horse because it was more reliable than something mechanical. It was funny because it should be the other way around, since Bheem was the one who lived near a forest.

However, the first time he hopped on the bike, he fit so comfortably behind Bheem it was like the space had been left empty for so long just so he could come and fill it. It was like a mold that they both fit perfectly. As soon as they zipped away, he realized he’d been an idiot to ever be apprehensive about something so purely fun.

Sometimes as he rode behind Bheem, Ram’s eyes would water as he realized he’d never felt more alive and at one with the world. A feeling his horse had never really managed to instill in him.

It was so freeing, so rejuvenating…it made his thirty five year old self relive what it was like to be a teenager with minimal worries, at least momentarily. But he often felt that way when he was with Bheem, someone who put him at ease. And also excited him.

Although they never spoke of it beyond Bheem telling him to hold on tightly before hitting the gas, Ram loved holding Bheem close to him as they rode. Sometimes he worried that he held on too tightly, hurting Bheem. Then he’d remember that the man didn’t bruise like a peach as he was extremely resilient. He’d ignore his racing heart as he’d rest his cheek against his friend’s back. No longer caring what he might think. Deep down he knew Bheem wouldn’t care anyway.

He was kind like that.

Ram liked the close proximity of their bodies because it felt as though they were one. It was as though their hearts sang the same tune as they flew into the wind. He had to admit there was no better feeling.

Bheem was the only one who made Ram feel almost submissive, like he wanted to give himself to Bheem and allow him to take care of him. That was how he felt when he rode with him. He no longer was the strongest man in the room—or in this case, on the bike. He, at the very least, had an equal. It felt… nice.

Sometimes the ride was so intoxicating that, after hopping off, Ram would pull Bheem into his arms just because. Like he suddenly felt that his friend could vanish at any moment and he needed to relish his presence right then and there.

But there was also something else.

This was something people did together. Something friends did together. And now he and Bheem were part of that exclusive club as well.

Bheem made him feel so…accepted.

He only wished he could think of a way to ignite the same thrilling passion in his friend. The euphoria so similar to when Bheem had first told him he loved him.

That he’d die for him.

[lokeshbhandarireview2]

Bahubali 2 was the first dubbed movie to cross 500 Crores in Hindi, but beyond that, it will not be wrong to say that it was the Bahubali that has redefined Indian Cinema, so here are Some Must-Watch Movies for Fans of Baahubali

1 RRR- Another movie of SS Rajamouli presents the story of the freedom fight and brotherhood, combined with Insane action and engaging drama, and the Icing on the Cake in the movie is the magnificent presentation of Rajamouli. The movie not only got appreciated in Indian but also got recognized on a global level as a result of the movie receiving an Academy Award for its song “Naatu Naatu” as the best original song. RRR was full of breathtaking scenes and visuals, making R, R, R a big-screen experience

.2 Maghdheera- A period drama movie starring Ram Charan in the lead role, believed to be an inspiration behind Bahubali, having a story that travels across a lifetime. The Rajamauli movie presents a combination of History, action, and romance with a dynamic presence of Ram Charan and Megnaopus presentation of S, S Rajamauli. This movie is a “visual treat.” But beyond that, Maghdheera also kept the foundation of Ram Charan’s stardom on a pan-India level.

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[nickyysharmi]

The Business of Bollywood: What Drives the Industry’s Billion-Dollar Engine

Bollywood produces over 1,500 films annually, making it the largest film-producing industry in the world. Its reach spans across India and into 70+ countries with Indian diaspora communities. Behind the glamour lies a tightly coordinated business engine, from production houses to multiplex chains, music rights, and satellite deals.

Box Office and Beyond While ticket sales remain vital, revenue now also comes from digital rights, merchandising, music streaming, and international distribution. Major blockbusters like Pathaan and RRR have demonstrated how theatrical, OTT, and global box office can combine to drive record-breaking earnings.

Star Power Still Sells Big names like Salman Khan, Alia Bhatt, and Ranveer Singh continue to command massive audiences and drive investment. Their influence extends beyond the screen—into brand endorsements, fashion, and social media. However, the power dynamic is shifting as content-driven films also find commercial success without big stars.

The Rise of Content-First Producers Producers like Dinesh Vijan, Ekta Kapoor, and Aanand L. Rai have prioritized innovative scripts and new talent. Their successes signal a shift from formulaic cinema to storytelling with substance. These new-age producers are also more open to genre experimentation and mid-budget films with high returns.

Regional Crossover and Pan-India Films Movies from South India have begun dominating Bollywood’s box office, ushering in a new era of “pan-India” blockbusters. Dubbed releases and joint promotions have created a more unified national film culture. This has led to increased collaborations and shared audiences, expanding the definition of what constitutes Bollywood.

Technology and Marketing Innovation From VFX and digital editing to AI-generated promos and viral meme marketing, Bollywood is increasingly embracing tech to scale promotion and production. Studios now plan global release calendars, coordinate influencer tie-ins, and use data analytics to forecast audience interest.

Conclusion: More Than Lights, Camera, Action Bollywood is not just an art form—it’s a thriving business ecosystem. As consumer behavior evolves and new technologies emerge, the industry continues to adapt, innovate, and grow in scale and sophistication.

[enigma-the-mysterious]

Lubbhhh

RRR Behind & Beyond みたよ

[enigma-the-mysterious]

New secret Sad Angsting Ram shot unlocked

[reefer-reelz-n-reviews]

Crazy Rich Asians (2018)

Smoking – Disposable Face Melters (Lemonade Kush), regular cheap bud in Horu

Crazy how technology is so advanced now we can communicate all the away around the world with a single click.

I love the opening with all the colors swirling for how the word is being spread. Then how it connects to how the ladies in the church group when their phones go off.

This might be a shorter review. I love this movie and this strand is definitely has me zoning in in on the movie lol.

Needs a coffee refill ☕🤤

I would so be asking what bank he robbed to get us first class seats to another country. Like that’s so crazy.

Constance Wu is so the right person for this role. She plays Rachel so well, plus she’s gorgeous!

I so wish I could just go eat all of that street food. It looks so freaking good!

And my beyond favorite, Awkwafina! I love everything she is in 😍

How can I forget that Ken Jeong is in this! “There are starving children in America, you wanna be skinny like that?” 🤣

How funny that AWK mentions The Little Mermaid in this movie. Wonder if she already knew she was going to be in the new one at this point?

“Damn Rachel. He’s like the Asian Bachelor” ☠️🤭

Love that AWK has a ‘Walk of Shame’ change of clothes in her car 😂

Nico Santos, if you haven’t seen Super Store you really should. Similar character type as this movie. But fancier.

Damn Jimmy O. Yang basically killed a girl firing a massive rocket launcher looking thing. She stands behind it like a dumb ass and gets flung back and a sound like she hit metal. Good thing they are in international waters.

Had to have a lasagna snack! Roomie makes such good food 🤤

I love how almost all the songs in this movie are in Mandarin!

And of course, like any good RomCom a happy ending!

Toke on 😶‍🌫️

-RRR

[aching-tummies]

(Not exactly sure if I'm really doing this right but here we go.) If I was your partner... I'd take you someplace nice and encourage you to eat whatever you want. After a large meal I'd be the one to drive home, as your complaining of an upset stomach. Wanting a reaction, I'd take you down the secluded, bumpy road to see what happens.

A/N: Thanks for the lovely ask! I kind of deviated a little, incorporating some of what's been going on in my life lately (new job, stresses causing me to skip meals, the craving for pasta, etc.) The beginnings of this do delve into spiraling about weight(loss) and body image stuff a little...so if that's a trigger for people then this is your warning.

It’s been more than two years since we indulged in dine-in service at a place with non-disposable cutlery. I’ve been craving pasta for even longer than that. Creamy, garlic-y, non-reheated pasta served on a plate and twirled around a metal fork.

We haven’t taken any opportunities to celebrate for the last two years. Birthdays, holidays, promotions at work or major advancements in our career adventures—we’ve barely done anything more than acknowledge them as we both go to pick up extra shifts wherever it is that we have been working. Honestly, we’ve seen so little of each other that it wouldn’t surprise either of us if the other snuck in a job-change in the last two years. That all changes tonight.

A nearby pasta place is offering dine-in service. We booked a reservation for tonight—all you have to do is pick me up from work and we can head on over.

I’m the one that managed to sneak in a job-change in the craziness. Fast-food to office intern. I’m barely handling things. I’ve been beyond exhausted because the change happened suddenly. The office place demanded that I start with them on a whim (despite my only condition on hiring being the time to give my fast-food job the proper two week notice). Due to their abrupt “start now or we will move ahead with other candidates” ultimatum, I’ve been pulling 44+ hour weeks juggling two jobs located on opposite ends of the city.

Tonight is a celebration. Dine-in service by itself is already something to celebrate in my books, but you’re insisting that tonight is for me because I finally finished my dues to the fast-food place. The hellish four weeks of juggling is over. No more calls at midnight from me begging you to pick me up from some random quadrant of the city because I nodded off on the last bus home. No more days where I make it home from my office job only to get an urgent call from the fast-food place begging/demanding that I show up because someone cut work. No more packed weeks with no days off or time to even pack myself lunch. Hopefully no more nights where you have to peel me off of the floor because making it home was all I managed before passing out from exhaustion.

I’ve got an hour before you’re set to come pick me up from my office job. I can’t help but smile as I count down the minutes while working on editing some funding proposal that was shoved at me a couple of minutes ago.

My stomach grumbles at me and I clam up. I blush as I look around to ensure nobody heard it. The office is basically empty. All the other staff seem to have gone off to lunch. That’s something I’m going to have to get used to: the fact that there doesn’t seem to be a set schedule here…people head out to lunch whenever. As a petrified newbie, I haven’t had the guts to just take off whenever. The number of shifts where I’ve stayed here for a full eight hours and then navigated an hour and a half of transit transfers only to come home ravenous is pretty high.

Welp, if a stomach growls and nobody is here to hear it then I guess it doesn’t make a sound. I’ve got an hour left before you come to pick me up and we’re basically just two hours away from satisfying my years long pasta craving. Going out to hunt for food now would only spoil my appetite.

“I AM HERE!”

I giggle at the reference and accompanying gif you’ve sent to announce your arrival. I pack up my area and get up, saying ‘bye’ to Jerry on my way out. The second I walk out that door will mark the start of my days off for the week, something I haven’t had in over a month.

“Hi, sweetie!” I chirp as I open the passenger door and bend over to set down my bag.

As I settle in, folding myself into the car, the movements dislodge a deep rumble from my tummy. I freeze, arm still reaching out to close the door. You snicker at me with your left arm perched on your open window, fingers close to your face and highlighting that charming grin of yours that I love so much.

“Oi, close the door and we can get going.”

I do just that. With the door closed, you carefully back out of the parking space and off we go. We don’t get very far. Ah, the joys of rush hour. No use honking, Karen, you’re not ‘stuck in traffic’—you are traffic and there’s no manager for you to speak to here, moron!

I adjust my seat a little, leaning back and allowing myself to relax. I’ve done it. Tomorrow is a day off. And so is the next day. My first true weekend in over three years and my first days off in over three weeks. I can feel the tension ebbing out of me. My shoulders untense, leaving behind a distinct soreness.

My shoulders aren’t the only thing to stop tensing. Apparently, my abdominals decided to join in as well.

Grrr…RRRR…blr.br…rrr.

I blush and sit up, arms wrapping around my stomach as it continues to snarl at me. The growls come with the sharp pains of hunger pangs and I wince, hugging my tummy and pressing my arms against the pain. The grumbles are quickly drowned out by your laughter.

“Man, no wonder you say your coworkers don’t talk to you here. If I heard that coming from a newbie I’d be scared of ‘em too.”

“S-Shut up!” I don’t want to admit that my tummy has been growling very loudly at the office. I’ve skipped more lunches than I’ve eaten in my time here. I lean back in the seat again, arms crossed over my chest as I look away from you, pouting. I’m hungry enough that my stomach really hurts, I’m a panicking newbie at work that doesn’t know the ropes or what’s expected of them, and here you are teasing me.

Your right hand reaches over but instead of stopping on the shift stick it continues further until your palm finds my stomach. The gentle pressure and the warmth of your palm nudging right over where my stomach joins my intestines aids in the relaxation of my tensed muscles and brings forth another loud grumble from my guts. You move your hand slightly, patting and rubbing my flat tummy absentmindedly as you keep the rest of you focused on traffic.

“You’ve lost weight.”

“Y-Yeah…” I don’t want to admit that I’m happy about it. My waistband was loose enough to fall to my thighs before I put my belt on this morning. I love it but you and I both know weight and eating are sore subjects for me. I bite my tongue to keep from asking whether or not you think the weight loss is a good thing or not. Your tone was flat—it was an observation. The fact that I’ve been too busy and stressed out to have time to eat (or digest properly when I do) has led to the rapid shedding of pounds. Not just in the last three or four weeks, but for a long time yet. The reasons for the weight loss aren’t good…but I really do like the results, so I don’t want to hear it from you…good or bad…I don’t want to hear it. Thankfully, you don’t push the issue. Traffic picks up and you remove your hand from my stomach and put it back on the wheel.

My stomach continues to gripe and snarl as we make our way through the city at a crawl. I no longer have work to distract me and your impromptu massage has definitely woken the beast in my guts. ‘Starving’ doesn’t even begin to cover how my stomach feels. I’m starting to feel the other effects of the lack of food too. Light-headedness, feeling cold, and a limpness in my limbs. I want to press my arms into my stomach to quell some of the ache and the noises but I just can’t seem to summon the strength to put enough pressure on it. I wish you had kept your hand on my tummy. As much as your touch intensified the hunger, the pressure of your hand on my stomach was kind of comforting. Ugh…this is all wrong. We’ve been together long enough to know that both of us are into tummy stuff. Any other opportunity we’d be all over each other right now. Your mention of the weight I’ve lost and the silence that has followed since is filling me with anxiety. Under normal circumstances you’d have parked the car somewhere to tease my hungry tummy into oblivion. The fact that we’re currently driving in silence when there’s a golden kink opportunity in the palm of our hands is worrisome to me. Suddenly I don’t feel so good about the weight I’ve lost. I like it. It made me look totally bomb in my new office clothes. Buttons don’t strain even when I bend over or stretch. I spend the rest of the car ride lost in my anxieties. I’m not at an unhealthy weight. Sure, losing it is a testament of the stress I’ve been under lately…but it’s not like I’ve been intentionally skipping meals or fixating on some unachievable body image or something. This isn’t about the weight or anything, it was just a happy consequence of the hectic times I’ve gone through.

We arrive at the restaurant and you get out, expecting me to follow. I’ve managed to work myself into a ball of anxiety in the passenger seat and I don’t move. You pause on the sidewalk when you see me still strapped inside the car. You walk over and open the passenger door.

“Babe?” You see me petrified and chewing on my lip—a tell-tale sign I’m fighting some internal battle. “What’s wrong?” You cup my cheek with your hand, thumb going to pull my lower lip away from my teeth.

“Huh? Wha?” My gaze sharpens as I’m brought back to reality. I didn’t even realize we’ve arrived.

“What’re you thinking about?”

“Uhm…w-well…y-you said…n-nevermind.” I unbuckle the seatbelt and step out of the car. You frown as you think back on what I meant about you having said something.

“Oh, about the weight loss?” I freeze. Bingo. “Babe—I didn’t mean anything by it, honest. Just an observation.” You scratch at the back of your head. “You’ve been under a lot of stress lately and gosh knows neither of us has had time to cook or pack lunches. I was just thinking that maybe we should work on that together. Going hungry so often sounds like a dream, kink-wise…but neither of us has had time for that lately. I was going to suggest creating a mealplan or something together, maybe bringing out the slow cooker and freezing some stuff so that we can just grab and go for work going forward.” I stumble over and rest my head on your shoulder, giving a slight nod.

I’m overwhelmed. One thing you said sent me spiraling and you just pulled me out of it.

“Ugh…don’t do that again.”

You smirk. “I won’t. Rather than think yourself into a hole over that, you should really think about what it is you want to eat. We’re ordering off the full menu tonight.”

My eyes widen. The full menu has more selection but it’s way more expensive. Every time we’ve come here in the past, we have always ordered off the specials menu—the discounted, half-size portions that they offer. You smile seeing my stunned reaction.

“Birthdays, holidays—and Sweets, you got a job! You got a job where you don’t have to deal with the dreaded ‘customer’. I’m proud of you, Sweets. This…this is supposed to be a celebration…right? For all the celebrating we haven’t been able to do in…damn, how long has it been—” Your rambling is cut off when I seal your lips with mine. I step back with a grin, watching the dumbfounded, wide-eyed expression pass over to you ‘cuz I’m usually the no-kissy-touchy type.

“Chicken parm with garlic, angel-hair pasta in cream sauce.” I know exactly what I want to order. I’ve known it for over two years. That dish has been taunting me in my dreams for over two years. When I chew on my pillow in my sleep ‘cuz I skipped dinner in lieu of sleep I’m dreaming about that dish. The last time I had it from here was with my parents—long before I met you—for a birthday when I was still in grade school. My stomach growls, punctuating my declaration. The sound shocks you out of your reverie and you slide an arm around my waist, resting your palm against my stomach as you feel all the empty rumbles reverberating beneath your palm.

“Alright. Guess we better walk in before they give away our table…or before you decide it’s quicker just to eat me here in the parking lot.”

Ugh…how am I already full? There’s still so much food on the plate. So, so much. Urrgh…

My stomach silently gripes at me. A sickly, sticky feeling is blooming in my guts. I’m sated but there is still far too much food on my plate. The full menu is more expensive, but they fill the plate up more and often use bigger plates. I’ve forgotten just how big, and my tummy is suffering. Two years is a long time to go without something and I’ve gone without fulfilling my craving for pasta in cream sauce for over two years, maybe even three. That’s a long time…long enough for my stomach to forget how to handle cream sauce, apparently.

I’ve only swallowed about a fifth of my plate and my stomach already feels heavy. The warm bread to start and the bites of chicken parmesan cutlet went down alright. They lined my stomach comfortably and my digestive tract knew exactly how to handle them. The first couple of bites of pasta were cushioned by the bread and chicken. When that lining dissolved away and more of the pasta came into contact with my gastric juices, I realized there was a problem.

My stomach pounced on the bites of bread and the water and cola I chased it down with. I could practically feel my duodenum yawning wide to suck in the masticated bread, my intestines just as hungry for it as I have been all day. When it had to contend with the cream sauce things started to slow down. I can feel a backlog of stuff sitting in my stomach, refusing to be broken down further into a form that will comfortably move onto my intestines. I’m chewing a lot more, my mouth creating more saliva. I feel sick. My stomach doesn’t hurt, yet, but it’s definitely going to as it fights with the creamy, oily pasta.

“Ooh…they’ve got tiramisu here.” You’re eyeing the dessert menu. “It’s your favorite, right?”

“Yeah…but it’s expensive and this is a lotta food.”

“We’re supposed to be celebrating, Sweets. We’ll take whatever you don’t finish to-go. Leftovers are a Godsend, remember? C’mon, let’s live a little.”

I feel a weight settle in my stomach as you flag down a passing wait-staff and order a tiramisu. To share, thank God. My stomach churns in vain, serving only to churn up the mess of creamy pasta and chicken without moving it along further in the digestive process. The sphincter to my duodenum is squeezed tight, refusing passage to the foreign cream and oil mix that it doesn’t seem to recognize.

I managed to finish just under half of my plate before the dessert arrived. I decided to throw in the towel and asked for the rest to be packed up to-go. I put on a smile as we share the dessert and hope it’s not as shaky as my guts feel. The dessert is delicious. Rich, flavorful, and perfect. If only I didn’t have to feel it sickeningly sliding down my esophagus, plopping down heavily into a stomach crammed much too full with indigestible pasta. As my stomach clenches and churns things around the creamy tiramisu is going to get incorporated with the rest of the mess. It’s going to make it thicker and creamier…as if it wasn’t already too thick and too creamy for my duodenum to open up and allow it to wreak havoc in my intestines. As sick as my overstuffed stomach feels, I am a little grateful that my duodenum is being a stubborn prick.

If the creamy mess had passed into my intestines, I’d be doubled over in the bathroom right now, rubbing futilely at my revolting intestines. I know what dairy does to my guts. It doesn’t usually happen, just when I’m stressed or it’s close to that time of the month. It’s nasty and it hurts bad enough that I honestly think hell is enduring those cramping intestines for eternity.

We finish the tiramisu. You offer me the lion’s share, but I refuse and push it back to you with a mention on my stomach being really full. I bring my hands to my stomach and I catch the way your eyes smolder at the sight. Good. Yes. Get us home quickly, darling.

You pay for the meal, and we are off. I clutch my tummy behind my bag as we walk out to the car. Every step sends aftershocks into my guts and it’s really upsetting things in my stomach.

As I settle in the passenger seat, I notice the buttons on my blouse are a little bit strained around my stomach. Horror sets in and I quickly fumble to get the buttons undone. I don’t want to ruin my shirt and the sight of the straining buttons triggers something nasty in my mind. I calm down a little once the buttons are undone and I rub my tummy under the cover of my bag, palms running up and down the dark undershirt that is draped snugly over my full belly.

“It’s still early. Want to really paint the town red and see if we can catch a movie somewhere?”

I swallow back a sickly belch to answer your question, my questing hands churning up the mess in my guts and dislodging air pockets.

“Umph…n-no…let’s go home.”

“Sweets, you okay?” Your voice is laced with concern. Surely you can hear the sickly squelching from my guts. Do I have to spell it out for you?

“Hmm? No,” I blush as I fidget and grapple with whether or not to come clean. I’m shy about this kind of stuff—you’re my partner though and have been for a long time—we’re both into tummy stuff—we haven’t done anything on this front in a very long time. Making my decision, I move my back over to the floor, resting it against my shins and I lean back, allowing you full view of my distended tummy with my blouse undone. “I just…uhm…m-my tummy’s kinda…upset…I just really want to get home.” My stomach burbles sickly throughout our conversation. I have both my hands on the rounded curve of it, rubbing at tender spots with my thumbs.

Your eyes widen at the sight of my belly rounding out my undershirt. You start the car and pull out of our stall. Instead of righting the car onto the road you keep backing into a more secluded spot on the far end of the lot. This one is obscured by an overgrown bush or tree on the passenger side.

I haven’t even bothered with getting my seatbelt on. I was too caught up in my indigestion to think of it despite it normally being a habit. To be fair, I don’t think the seatbelt is a good idea with my tummy so bloated and sore.

“What are you—”

You unbuckle your seatbelt and turn in your seat, giving me your full attention. My seat is still reclined a little further than normal from the drive over. Gently, you put a hand on my shoulder, indicating for me not to sit up. Your eyes briefly meet mine and convey your plan before they go back to fixating on my belly.

I relax my arms, letting them rest at my sides as you slide a hand over the crest of my bloated gut. I bite back a groan as the slight pressure of your hand increases the pressure in my intestines. My stomach is packed full with an indigestible mass of creamy pasta. My duodenum is not allowing any of that entry into my intestines so they sit, bloated with air. The ingredients for a very upset tummy are inside of me…they just need a bit of a push to act as a catalyst.

The push comes in the form of a literal push as you place both hands, one on each side of my tummy, and squeeze. I bite back a mewl of pain until the pressure relents and you are sliding your hands all over my taut tummy.

“Oh my…you really are full.”

“Ugh…haven’t…haven’t eaten so much in a long time.” I groan as your hands churn up the mess in my guts. You know what you’re doing. You felt the firmness in my upper left and you know that everything is sitting heavy in my stomach. You focus your massage on my left, on the area where my duodenum is. You rub and nudge and coax at the area, intent on getting the sphincters to unclench and allow my meal to continue to digest.

“Oh…ah!” I can’t help but cry out a little as I feel my duodenum flood with the lumpy mess. A rumbling, wet burble indicates when the sphincter finally gives up and allows the mess in my stomach passage. My stomach acid wasn’t enough to break down the creamy, oily pasta so it’s entering my intestines relatively undigested.

After ten minutes of you massaging my belly, (in)digestion is in full swing. My intestines are filling up with the ache-inducing mass and the straining pressure that started in my stomach has now spread all over my abdomen. You reach over and pull down my seat belt, buckling it before reaching over to get my seat back into an upright position. My stomach cramps sharply with the change in orientation and my mewl of pain is cut off by a harsh belch. You pat my tummy almost teasingly as you right yourself in your seat and start the car.

I don’t bother to keep track of where we are heading. You could be taking me to the movies, intent on letting my indigestion stew for a couple of hours, or you could be driving us home. I don’t care. I can’t care because every ounce of me is focused on the sharp pains exploding all over my guts as the car hits every bump in the road. Damned city not bothering to spend money to fix the thousands of pot-holes in our roads. My stomach is just as vocal as I am about the indigestion.

You brake sharply, causing the seatbelt to dig into my tummy and tear a sharp gasp of pain from me. I see the road ahead of us…it’s not a road at all but literally the worst road in our city. This stretch of road is famous even outside of our city for just how bumpy and nasty it is. People scrape the undercarriage of their cars if they aren’t careful in avoiding the potholes that litter this thing like craters on the moon. People have lost pieces of their cars and done massive damage to their vehicles by driving down this road. People around here know to avoid this road. The alternative is a ten minute detour to take the safer, newer road and everyone agrees that ten minutes more is better than damaging their car on this road so it is always empty.

“Darling, no—”

You floor it, going down the secluded road at a high speed. We hit every bump and hole in the thing (that won’t damage the car)…you used to come down this thing often and you’re a master at navigating it to avoid damage to the vehicle. Damage to my tummy, on the other hand.

My stomach gives off aborted grumbles and gripes, each one interrupted as we hit another bump in the road. My tummy sloshes and churns. Digestion had stalled without your hands pushing everything along, but this new form of “massage” in the form of a very bumpy ride is kick starting things all over again…in the wrong direction. Stuff swirls inside of my stomach and I swear that it’s filling up rather than emptying. The pressure is building in my stomach. I’d like to believe it’s the air from my intestines, but I’m sure we managed to get most of that out with your massage in the parking lot.

"Ugh…ouch…ah—ow! Ungh…my tummy…urp…my tummy…ulp…” I can’t help it. Belches and protests roll through my throat, unchecked. It’s better than the alternative of something solid, I guess. The road has increased the upset tenfold as I clutch my stomach in both hands. The road has dialed the cramping pains up to eleven and many more aches and tender spots have erupted thanks to the bumpy ride. We’re about halfway through the road when I feel something solid tickling at my esophagus.

“Ugh—Babe—STOP!” I reach up and slap a hand over my mouth, fearing that we’re about to see my dinner come back out.

You slam on the brakes and the pressure from the seatbelt is what does it. My mouth fills with the sour mess of barely-digested pasta.

“Ugh…urk…” I swallow back the bile. It’s nasty, but there’s no receptacle and I don’t want to stink up the car. Luckily, this wasn’t a true vomiting session triggered internally—it was basically regurgitation brought on by external factors—like the seatbelt putting too much pressure on my over-packed tummy. My stomach snarls violently at the return of the sickly concoction.

You watch my struggle, fascinated. Reaching over, you put a hand on my palm, a hand that is quickly slapped away as I give you the fiercest glare I can muster.

“None of that until you get me home, darling.”

You grin, exaggerating taking your foot off of the brake pedal. I realize my poor phrasing a moment too late.

“As you command, Sweets.”

“Darling, no—”

[oswlld]

Sooooo im sure there’s other/better things to do but instead, I have composed this Watchlist that I am sure will never be finished, under the cut. Pls feel free to also send recs for movies/shows for me to check out!

[REVISED 01/02/25]

all listed media are subject to change, depending on my mood honestly —

SHOWS - in no particular order

1899 (2024, MULTI) Dark (GER) Life’s a Glitch: with Julien Bam (2024, GER) See You in My 19th Life (KOR) Marry My Husband (KOR) All the Love You Wish For (KOR, TBA) Triage (THAI) House of Ninjas (JPN) First Love: Kieta Hatsukoi (JPN) Choona (HINDI) The Greatest Robbery of Brazil’s Central Bank (BRZ) Nobody’s Looking (BRZ) Black Sails (ENG) Our Universe (ENG) Life in Color (ENG) Abbott Elementary (ENG)** **= upon bestie’s request

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MOVIES - in no particular order

Robot Dreams (ENG, PLEX) Where the Wild Things Are (ENG, PLEX) O Brother, Where Art Thou? (ENG) The Parades (JPN) Sorry to Bother You (ENG) Clue (2PLEX) My Big Fat Greek Wedding Rewatch (ENG, PLEX)** Cities of Last Things (TAIW) Falling In Love Like in Movies (INDO) Chandigarh Kare Aashiqui (HINDI) Sesham Mike-Il Fathima (MALAYALAM) Vjeran Tomic: The Spider-man of Paris (FRA) The Persian Version (IST) Beyond the Universe (BRZ) The Tragedy of Macbeth (ENG, PLEX) The Creator (ENG) Suzume (JPN) **= upon bestie’s request

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Completed: LIZIQI Luca Behind the Try Gunpowder Milkshake Disney Insider Cosmos Possible Worlds The Mitchells vs the Machines Fantastic Mr Fox Muppet Haunted Mansion Star Wars: Visions What If…? Behind the Attractions Encanto Hawkeye Space Sweepers Chef’s Table Bad Buddy Wolfwalkers Make Happy Eternals Lupin Song Exploder Ali Wong Special Semantic Error Maya and the Three Tick, Tick… Boom! Turning Red Flee Street Food Latin America Among the Stars Twenty Five Twenty One Driving Home 2 U Killing Eve La Casa de Papel (DNF) Breaking Boundaries Doctor Who Special The Artist Breakfast, Lunch, & Dinner Cutie Pie (DNF) To My Star Making Fun Now You See Me HUMAN The World Within Moon Knight Blueming Sound of Magic Reset Bullsh*t Sucker Punch MARVEL Assembled Series Star Wars: Forces of Destiny BLACKPINK Kieta Hatsukoi Sketchbook Midnight in Paris Obi-Wan Color Rush Plus and Minus Badhaai Do To My Star 2 First Kill KinnPorsche Ms Marvel Newsies: the Musical Old Fashion Cupcake Mirai Lightyear Sense8 Rewatch Sandman Extraordinary Attorney Woo WWDitS s4 Hannah Gadsby: Douglas Everything Everywhere All at Once Lord of the Rings Rewatch Vice Versa Parent Trap Rewatch She/Hulk Alice in Borderland Doctor Who: The Power of the Doctor Glitch Sleep with Me Werewolf by Night Cherry Magic Cherry Magic: The Movie Bad Buddy Rewatch Andor Disenchanted Knives Out: Glass Onion Midnight at the Pera Palace Roman Holiday Doom at Your Service The Guardian Pinocchio Klaus Vice Versa Rewatch Heartstopper Our Great National Parks Fire of Love RRR A Trip to Infinity My Year of Dicks Le Pupille Puss in Boots: Last Wish National Treasure: Edge of History Gap the Series Wakanda Forever The 1619 Project My School President The Martha Mitchell Effect Bardo, False Chronicle of a Handful of Truths Run for the Money Night Ride The Sea Beast The Boy, the Mole, the Fox, and the Horse Tár An Ostrich Told Me the World is Fake and I Think I Believe It Summer of Soul Stranger at the Gate Marcel the Shell with Shoes On Ice Merchants Haulout The Flying Sailor Elephant Whisperer Somebody Feed Phil Vincenzo Midnight Museum Paper Girls Mandalorian s3 The Wandering Earth Art & Tech Bird in Hand All Those Sensations in My Belly How My Grandmother Became a Chair Udahnut Zivot Bombay Rose Latin History for Morons The Day of Becoming You Wet Hidari Mao’s Mango Cut King of the Sea Star Wars: Visions (s2) Our Skyy 2 (VV + MSP + BB) Across the Spiderverse Mr Pete & The Iron Horse BJ’s Mobile Gift Shop Kukeri Keys to the City My Tooth, Your Love Voices Rising: Music of Wakanda Forever Show Me Love The Half of It The Eighth Sense Kabe Koji Secret Invasion (DNF) Glove Chicken Stories Goodnight Henry La Plongeuse The Tobos Dial Tone Salvation Has No Name Hysteresis Soft Animals Cat and Moth The Little Mermaid Our Beloved Summer Drifting Home I Told Sunset About You Ball People Well Wishes My Love, Your Love Meow or Never Stranding Stay Mountain Myrna the Monster Under the Skin I Lost My Body Barbie Lupin, p3 Wendell & Wild Haunted Mansion Secrets in the Hot Spring Over the Garden Wall A Time Called You (DNF,) Once Upon a Crime The Oskars Fantasy ONI Black Holes Doctor Who Specials The Holiday Interview with the Vampire, s1 Schitt’s Creek The Good Place Rewatch Flavorful Origins Chevalier Last Twilight Moving (KOR) BlacKKKlansman (ENG) High on the Hog (ENG) African Folktales (MULTI) Sky Ladder: The Art of Cai Guo-Qiang (MULTI) Over the Moon (CMN, DNF) The Barber of Little Rock (ENG) Your Name Engraved Herein (TAIW) Pachyderme (FRA) The Last Repair Shop (ENG) Perfect Days (JPN) Invincible (FCAN) Bobi Wine: The People’s President (Multi) The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar (ENG) Nimona (ENG) Ninety-Five Senses (ENG) Rustin (ENG) Ridder Lykke (DAN) 20 Days in Mariupol (ENG) Elemental (ENG) El Conde (MULTI) Poor Things (ENG) The Holdovers (ENG) Era’s Tour Movie (ENG) American Symphony (ENG) Four Daughters (ARAB) Society of the Snow (SPA) Oppenheimer (ENG) Yellow Door: ’90’s Lo-Fi Film Club (KOR) Always a Witch (SPA, DNF) Pedro (SPA) 23.5 Degrees (DNF) Murderville (ENG) Polite Society (ENG) Devil’s Plan (KOR) Doctor Who (ENG) Cinderella, Brandy (ENG) KB Somebody Feed Phil, s7 (ENG) The Boy and the Heron (2024, JPN) OSCAR Attack on Titan (JPN, DNF) Three Body (CMN, DNF) Moana 2 (ENG) Wicked (AND the Singalong, ENG)

Pls see tags for more info - thank you!

[bethoftheblvd]

I have sat down to watch a movie 302 times in 2022.

Movies I saw more than once this year

Top Gun: Maverick - 14x

Everything Everywhere All At Once - 5x

Encanto - 4x

Spider-Man: No Way Home, Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, Devotion, Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery - 3x

The Batman, The Lost City, Bullet Train, Nope, Elvis, Ticket to Paradise, Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, The Menu, Guillermo Del Toro’s Pinocchio, Rogue One: A Star Wars Story - 2x

Full list of 2022 below the cut

January - 23

Encanto (2021)

The Harder They Fall (2021)

The Lost Daughter (2021)

Count Me In (2021)

Betty White: First Lady of Television (2018)

Dolly Parton: Here I Am (2019)

This Changes Everything (2018)

Encounter (2021)

Speed Cubers (2020)

The Best of Enemies (2019)

Eternals (2021)

Encanto (2021)

The Comedian (2016)

The Guilty (2021)

Kingsman: The Secret Service (2014)

The Vault (2021)

Spider-Man 3 (2007)

Scream (2022) (theater)

Worth (2020)

Sing 2 (2021) (theater)

Nightmare Alley (2021) (theater)

Home Team (2022)

Bastille Day/The Take (2016)

February - 27

Long Story Short (2021)

Beckett (2021)

Charlie’s Angels (2000)

Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle (2003)

The 355 (2022) (theater)

Almighty Thor (2011)

Kimi (2022)

The King of Staten Island (2020)

The Amazing Spider-Man (2012)

Can You Keep A Secret? (2019)

The Paper Tigers (2020)

Encanto (2021)

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (2001)

King’s Man (2021)

Free Guy (2021)

The Tender Bar (2021)

Our Friend (2021)

Tyler Perry’s A Madea Homecoming (2022)

Heart Shot (2022) (short)

Stand by Me (1986)

Destination Wedding (2018)

Someone Great (2019)

The Amazing Spider-Man 2 (2014)

Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017)

Spencer (2021)

Rim of the World (2019)

Set It Up (2018)

March - 13

Uncharted (2022) (theater)

The Batman (2022) (theater)

Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021) (theater)

The Sandlot (1993)

The Adam Project (2022)

Deidra & Laney Rob a Train (2017)

Turning Red (2022)

Embracing the Panda: Making Turning Red (2022)

Let’s Be Tigers (2022) (short)

X (2022) (theater)

Drive My Car (2021) (theater)

The Lost City (2022) (theater)

Windfall (2022)

April - 28

tick, tick… Boom! (2021)

The Bubble (2022)

Morbius (2022) (theater)

Spider-Man: Far From Home (2019)

I Want You Back (2022)

The Contractor (2022) (theater)

Big Hero 6 (2014)

Dinner Is Served (2021) (short)

American Eid (2021) (short)

Loop (2019) (short)

Smash and Grab (2019) (short)

Selena (1997) (theater)

Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022) (theater)

Motocrossed (2001)

Olivia Rodrigo: driving home 2 u (a SOUR film) (2022)

Tony Hawk: Until the Wheels Fall Off (2022)

Sonic the Hedgehog 2 (2022) (theater)

The Batman (2022)

Encanto (2021)

Jumanji: The Next Level (2019)

Killing Them Softly (2012)

12 Rounds (2009)

The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent (2022) (theater)

The Bad Guys (2022) (theater)

Green Ghost and the Masters of the Stone (2021) (theater)

The Northman (2022) (theater)

Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021)

Perfect Bid: The Contestant Who Knew Too Much (2017)

May - 8

Doctor Strange (2016)

Avengers: Infinity War (2018)

Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022) (theater)

Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022) (theater)

Firestarter (2022) (theater)

Papi Chulo (2018)

Twenty One Pilots: Cinema Experience (2022) (theater)

Jackass 4.5 (2022)

June - 22

RRR (2022) (theater)

Old (2021)

Forever Purge (2021)

The Valet (2022)

Barb & Star Go to Vista Del Mar (2021)

Interceptor (2022)

Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022) (theater)

Top Gun (1986)

Win It All (2017)

Jurassic World Dominion (2022) (theater)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) (theater)

Behind the Try: A Try Guys Documentary (2020)

The Lego Batman Movie (2017) (theater)

Beyond Infinity: Buzz and the Journey to Lightyear (2022)

Like A Boss (2021)

Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022) (theater)

Spiderhead (2022)

Mulan (1998)

Lightyear (2022) (theater)

Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022) (theater)

The Man From Toronto (2022)

Escape from Pretoria (2020)

July - 28

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) (theater)

Minions: The Rise of Gru (2022) (theater)

Thor: Love & Thunder (2022) (theater)

Badhaai Do (2022)

The Rental (2020)

The Princess (2022)

Antlers (2021)

The Lovebirds (2020)

Okja (2017)

Not Since You (2009)

The Blob (1958)

The Big Chill (1983)

The French Dispatch (2021)

Marry Me (2022)

Cleaner (2007)

Hustle (2022)

Paws of Fury: The Legend of Hank (2022) (theater)

The Black Phone (2022) (theater)

Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022)

Good Luck to You, Leo Grande (2022)

The Gray Man (2022)

Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022)

Don’t Make Me Go (2022)

The Truman Show (1998)

Marcel the Shell with Shoes On (2022) (theater)

Candyman (2021)

Too Old for Fairy Tales (2022)

Regular Show: The Movie (2015)

August - 25

Not Okay (2022)

Bullet Train (2022) (theater)

Wedding Season (2022)

Vengeance (2022) (theater)

A West Wing Special to Benefit When We All Vote (2020)

Nope (2022) (theater)

The Pacifier (2005)

Just Go With It (2011)

Bodies Bodies Bodies (2022) (theater)

DC League of Super-Pets (2022) (theater)

Mack & Rita (2022) (theater)

The Mummy Returns (2001)

The Wedding Guest (2018)

Day Shift (2022)

Inside the Mind of a Cat (2022)

On the Count of Three (2022)

Dick Johnson Is Dead (2020)

Fall (2022) (theater)

Old School (2003)

Elvis (2022) (theater)

Easter Sunday (2022) (theater)

Me Time (2022)

Three Thousand Years of Longing (2022) (theater)

Nope (2022) (theater)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) (theater)

September - 27

The Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Movie (2022)

Spider-Man: No Way Home: More Fun Stuff (2022) (theater)

Honk for Jesus. Save Your Soul. (2022)

The Lost City (2022)

Minions: The Rise of Gru (2022) (theater)

Jaws (1975) (theater)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) (theater)

Elvis (2022)

The Invitation (2022) (theater)

Deep Water (2022)

End of the Road (2022)

Wrath of Man (2021)

Samaritan (2022)

Breaking (2022) (theater)

Barbarian (2022) (theater)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) (theater)

Fresh (2022)

Sex Ed (2014)

See How They Run (2022) (theater)

Pearl (2022) (theater)

Casper (1995) (theater)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) (theater)

The Greatest Beer Run Ever (2022) (theater)

Paw Patrol: The Movie (2021)

Moonage Daydream (2022) (theater)

Bros (2022) (theater)

Lou (2022)

October - 31

Rush Hour (1998)

Rush Hour 2 (2001)

Rush Hour 3 (2007)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) (theater)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) (theater)

Entergalactic (2022)

Werewolf by Night (2022)

Amsterdam (2022) (theater)

Don’t Worry Darling (2022) (theater)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) (theater)

The Redeem Team (2022)

Spirit Halloween: The Movie (2022) (theater)

Jeepers Creepers Reborn (2022) (theater)

Lyle, Lyle, Crocodile (2022) (theater)

Smile (2022) (theater)

Bromates (2022) (theater)

Halloween (1978)

Nosferatu (1922)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) (theater)

The Woman King (2022) (theater)

Halloween II (1981)

Halloween III: Season of the Witch (1982)

Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers (1988)

Stars at Noon (2022) (theater)

Travelin’ Band: Creedence Clearwater Revival at the Royal Albert Hall (2022)

Halloween 5: The Revenge of Michael Myers (1989)

Black Adam (2022) (theater)

Ticket to Paradise (2022) (theater)

Lumpia with a Vengeance (2020) (theater)

It (2017) (theater)

Halloween H20: 20 Years Later (1998)

November - 31

Call Jane (2022) (theater)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022)

The Banshees of Inisherin (2022) (theater)

Armageddon Time (2022) (theater)

Spirited (2022) (theater)

Wendell & Wild (2022)

Weird: The Al Yankovic Story (2022)

Enola Holmes 2 (2022)

Black Panther (2018)

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022) (theater)

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022) (theater)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1990)

Paddington (2014)

Rat Race (2001)

Paddington 2 (2017)

The Menu (2022) (theater)

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018)

Iron Fists and Kung Fu Kicks (2019)

Is That Black Enough for You?!? (2022)

The Good Nurse (2022)

The Last Duel (2021)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022)

She Said (2022) (theater)

Guillermo Del Toro’s Pinocchio (2022) (theater)

Enchanted (2007)

Strange World (2022) (theater)

Devotion (2022) (theater)

Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery (2022) (theater)

The Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special (2022)

Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery (2022) (theater)

The Fabelmans (2022) (theater)

December - 39

Violent Night (2022) (theater)

The Menu (2022) (theater)

Bones and All (2022) (theater)

Elf (2003) (theater)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) (theater)

Devotion (2022) (theater)

Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016)

Ticket to Paradise (2022)

Bullet Train (2022)

Christmas With You (2022)

Sniper: Rogue Mission (2022)

Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016)

The People We Hate at the Wedding (2022)

Something from Tiffany’s (2022)

The Mean One (2022) (theater)

Spoiler Alert (2022) (theater)

Beauty and the Beast: A 30th celebration (2022)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) (theater)

Arthur Christmas (2011)

Who Killed Santa? A Murderville Murder Mystery (2022)

A Bad Moms Christmas (2017)

Love Hard (2022)

Guillermo Del Toro’s Pinocchio (2022)

Devotion (2022) (theater)

Avatar (2009)

Mercy Christmas (2017)

The Guernsey Literary & Potato Peel Pie Society (2018)

The Muppet Christmas Carol (1992)

Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery (2022)

The Outfit (2022)

A Madea Christmas (2013)

How the Grinch Stole Christmas (2000) (theater)

Office Christmas Party (2016)

Bad Santa (2003)

Last Holiday (2006)

The Family Stone (2005)

Roald Dahl’s Matilda the Musical (2022)

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish (2022) (theater)

Babylon (2022) (theater)

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HONEST TAKE on Shahid Kapoor’s Jersey: After watching this in theaters, I can’t for the life of me understand why this movie isn’t being appreciated enough and is earning so little. Before people start brainlessly commenting that the original is on YouTube and I should just watch that instead and this comment section gets flooded with newly converted South film fans as of 2022, let me just establish that I haven’t seen the OG. However, I fully plan to after this BECAUSE of my experience with the Hindi version. I think Bollywood is in its worst creative rut and this new wave of South Indian films redefining how epic films can be, people are taking their frustrations of the past 10 years and just causing good films to fail, and I can’t blame them. You have terrible remakes, the OG content just isn’t good enough, star kids that can’t act in everything being produced, and the same kind of music. However, when you have engaging films like 83 that are fresh in execution/concept, OR a compelling remake of a cult classic South film that’s ACTUALLY done incredibly well with the entire cast putting their heart into, then RRR and KGF super fans trashing Jersey are beyond me. Don’t get me wrong here. But the hate I’ve seen for Shahid and Jersey is unwarranted and kind of disappointing. The man is literally one of the most underrated gems of all time and one of the greatest actors of our time. I’ve always believed he’s had more potential than Ranbir and Ranveer, and quite frankly, he can act circles around them (for me). After Haider, he’s on another level here and I think it’s time we give him his dues. This film just shows what a gem Shahid is. Why is there hate towards him? The father son relationship is great here and left audiences in the room where I was in tears, the music is pretty good, the performances (especially Shahid’s) are beautiful and for a movie that has the legacy of the original behind it, the fact that when viewed a stand-alone film this is so well done and directed by the OG director of Jersey is great. If you’ve seen both or this one, what are your thoughts on it? Thanks for reading my long post . #jersey #shahidkapoor (at Mumbai, Maharashtra) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc56_Z_vtG7_LRY6_N0SST9qjRsyvfi0Wbb4300/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=