#90's thrillers >>>

[nahinsamne]

Is Raat Ki Subah Nahin (1996)

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[silver-trumpets]

"Now he's his protector, rather than his pursuer." - Director Andrew Davis, The Fugitive DVD Commentary

[acinematicworld]

Behind the scenes of The Silence of the Lambs (1991)

[mr-dead-inside]

SE7EN (1995)

[vertigoartgore]

Unknown Soldier TPB cover by cover artist Tim Bradstreet (used for both the 1998 1st edition and the 2014 2nd edition).

[vamptressxo]

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[ameliajackson1958]

Chapter 2: Laters

*Amber's POV*

I woke up the next morning with a loud groan. I opened my eyes slowly and rubbed them carefully with my knuckles to be able to see clearer. Looking to the side I see the clock pointing at 8:15 AM. Who wakes up this early on a Saturday?

All I could think about since yesterday was "first class free". I couldn't contain my curiosity anymore. I need something, anything, to keep my brain busy this year.

I got up from my bed and looked outside my window to the beautiful baby blue painted sky with a few leftover colors from the dawn. Mornings always get you in a mood. I'm more of a night person though. The way the dark indigo in the sky blends perfectly with the shine of the stars and how the moon highlights everything so perfectly. I could stare at the moon for hours and hours and never get tired of it. It's like a big ball of hope, sparkles, and excitement, something my life lacks.

I walked into my bathroom scaring myself in the mirror. Those dark eyes bags my love...oh no. I brushed my teeth and washed my face before going back to my room.

Damn it. I can't circle around this anymore. I'm calling, fuck it.

I grabbed my small purse from the red beanbag next to my bed and took out the ironically red card that hit my foot yesterday. Disconnecting my phone from the charger I sat criss-cross on my bed and dialed in the number. I held the card with a shaky hand, and it sure took me half a minute of deep breaths to be brave enough to press the call button. It rang for a little bit before someone picked up, making my whole being freeze. My heart skipped a beat when I heard one of the most sweetest-sounding voice I ever heard in my entire life.

"Good Morning." said a masculine, soft, and perfectly soothing voice.

"Yes, good morning." I nervously started, "I'd like to request some information on the classes you provide." I tried my most classy language.

"Of course, but may I ask how you got this phone number?" he asked with a very calm voice.

"Well It's a weird story, I was kind of just walking out of a cafe when the wind blew this fancy red card on my foot so I picked it up and-.."

"Ok, that's enough of a story." he interrupted me, thank god, "May I have your full name, city, and age, please?" he asked with a rushed but kind tone.

Damn buddy, wang my social security too?

"Sure, Amber Schneider, eighteen years old, and I live in Queens," I replied anxiously.

After like ten seconds passed I heard a silent hum.

"Uhhh, still there?"

"Yes, I'm still here Ms. Schneider, just jotting down a few notes.

So, Ms. Schneider, tell me what would you like to know?" I heard a chair leaning back, and it might be just me but you know how people sound when they smile and talk at the same time? Smiley talking? Yeah, he sounded like that.

"Well, for starters, what are the classes of?"

Now, to be fair, People, I had no idea what this question would get me into.

"Sex."

What is the Actual fuck!! Is this man serious?

"Sex?!"

"Yes, sex," he said so loud and clear that I choked on air and my heart almost flew out of my damn chest.

"How in the flying fuck would sex be taught?! Pardon my language but Jesus." The urge to hang up washed over me, knowing that this could just be a stupid prank. But I didn't. Why?

I heard him chuckle softly before speaking, "Easy. For example, I'd teach you the basics of mastering seduction tips on how to make your sex life the best it can be, and positions and tactics to accomplish the best orgasm of your life each time you have sex. I also teach beginners how to feel comfortable and in a safe space when performing sex." he explained so professionally that I actually started to believe it.

'Oh my god Amber you dumb bitch stop falling for it.' My mind kept telling me.

"How do these classes work, exactly?" Sure, I play his little game. Because I'm not actually believing it, right?

"Well, for starters, you make an appointment with me, and you have to come on the assigned date and time. I'll take your information and you might have to run some tests in your local hospital. I don't want to be infected by anything. And then, we'll proceed with the first class, which is free. If you happen to not enjoy the experience, the process will immediately be over with." the man spoke with an incredibly soothing voice that distracted me from the fact that this was a sex class.

"Is the class illustrative or practical?" I asked lowly with nervousness in my voice. Somehow letting his serious tone get to me.

"Practical," he said straight up with hardly any emotion in his voice.

Jesus motherfucking Christ!! This son of a gun teaches women how to have sex by actually having sex with them?!

At this point, my mind was screaming at me to hang up the phone immediately; however, there was a little part of me that strangely trusted him. I don't know whether it was just the sound of his soothing voice or just how he explained everything professionally over the phone, making his words just that more convincing.

The next thing that went through my mind was all the teasing about my virginity at school. I just hated how everyone rubbed the fact that I was still a virgin in my face. Like, come on, I was about to be 19 years old, and still, no dick yet?" this was finally the perfect opportunity to prove them all wrong. Just the thought of this alone was enough to pressure me even though I was scared about it.

'Wait, hold up, Girl, what are you scared of? Dick ain't nothing but a stick of skin, just go for it! Unless my stupid ass is still waiting till marriage I see? I thought to myself.

All these worries started coming left and right. Why am I even making such a big deal about it? It's just two people running their cooties together, for fuck's sake. I can take some more teasing, right? I'll find someone soon. It'll come to me when the time comes. I don't need a stupid class.

"Okay, Can I make an appointment?" I said faceplaming myself afterwards.

This is completely and utterly ridiculous and quite frankly, even stupid that I just agreed to take his class, a sex class. Like I did just tell myself that I didn't need a stupid sex class. Ugh, I know I'm going to regret this later because what in the Actual fuck did I just sign myself up for. Besides, for all I know, he could be a disgusting pervert who just wants sex.

"Of course, Ms. Schneider, let me look at my schedule," he answered, and after a couple of seconds, he talked again.

"How does today at 3:30 PM sound to you?"

"Uh, To, today?"

'Damn, this man sure is eager to get started.'

"Yes, but how do I know that you're not some pervert who just takes random girls to his house with the excuse of teaching them sex?" I inquired in a serious tone.

He chuckled again before talking, "Remember the wind brought my card to you as you said, Ms. Schneider. I didn't come up to you and ask you to be my client. You are the one who made the decision to pick up the phone, dial the number, and agree to take my class; I believe that clearly indicates that you want to learn and that I never forced you to do anything here. At any given time, you can call and cancel, or even right after you meet me, you can get up and leave; it's your choice.

If you wish, you can also bring a police officer with you and check my professional license, Let's not forget that I could also be in danger here. I don't know who you are because I've never seen or met you. You could be a murderer or a pervert yourself that could put me at risk and harm. I won't give you a speech about how serious I am. Because apparently, a man's word isn't worth anything nowadays. You're an adult, which means it's your decision whether to take that risk or not. It's totally up to you."

"Ok, did I just get my ass handed to me by a sex instructor?"

"Fair enough," I replied, admitting my defeat.

"But I will be checking a credential of some fucking sort," I added.

"Very well, I'm pleasantly excited to be meeting you, Ms. Schneider." his smirking voice rang through the phone.

There was momentarily a brief silence before my mouth spit out the dumbest thing.

"Laters." And with that, I immediately hung up the phone.

"Shit! Why did I say that corny ass line and what the fuck have I just done?" I muttered to myself in self-reproach, letting out an irritated sigh as I flopped back onto my bed, concealing my embarrassment by covering my red face.

[tamara-kama]

One of my favorite Sci-Fi/Thriller films ever.. Dark City (1998) has received a 4K with Dolby Atmos remaster on blu-ray!

TBH, the previous standard 7.1 mix sounds great upmixed in the Kama Theatre but it'll be interesting to hear how an actual Dolby Atmos mix might improve upon that!

Soon both The Matrix and this film will be viewable in 4K with Dolby Atmos wherever available!

[mannyblacque]

SE7EN fan made poster

Art by Steven Luros Holliday | Instagram

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Léon: The Professional (1994) written and directed by Luc Besson

[mirobraz]

Kevin Costner as "Robert Haynes" in Perfect World (1993), dir. Clint Eastwood.

[gracesaysyes]

i think about how i’d be if i was often

[forever-yours-things]

VANILLA SKY

dir.Cameron Crowe (2002)

[vertigoartgore]

1999 french poster for Satoshi Kon's Perfect Blue.

[iamcinema]

Every so often, I remember The Last Supper (1996) exists and now that it's finally on Tubi, it's great to get to it. For some reason, I get the title mixed up with Gossip (2000)

There's something so specific about horror movies and thrillers from the 90s that just have that tone and look to them. 20 minutes in and this is such a blast, full of just super of the nose meta-commentary and is just a fun ride. Plus, Ron Perlman as a caricature of a Reagan-Bush era right-winger and Bill Paxton as a virulent bigot is oddly entertaining.