#Chris Pereira

[wornoutspines]

Dead Boy Detectives | Teaser

First teaser trailer for DC's #DeadBoyDetectives, a new series part of #TheSandman universe and it will feature a member of the endless. #Netflix

Writers: Neil Gaiman, Matt Wagner (Comics) Creator: Steve Yockey Stars: Max Jenkins, George Rexstrew, Kassius Nelson, Briana Cuoco, Ruth Connell, Jenn Lyon, Caitlin Reilly, Yuyu Kitamura This looks quirky and a bit cheap, however, if the writing and acting are solid this could be very fun and spooky. Coming in 2024 on Netflix If you want to support this site, help by getting me coffee from…

[egobrazil]

Programa Silvio Santos garante muita animação e diversão neste domingo

Ninguém vai querer perder o “Programa Silvio Santos” deste domingo (26). Afinal, o que não vai faltar, em mais uma atração inédita, apresentada por Patricia Abravanel, é muita música, diversão, risada e fofoca, tudo com a presença de vários convidados especiais e um animado auditório. No quadro que já é sucesso, “Cantando em Família”, Patricia recebe os cantores Matheus, ex-Br’oz, Nahim, Lupão e…

[simseez]

Attack of the Doc! (2023) | Full Movie | Olivia Munn | Kevin Pereira | Chris Gore

Fantastic watch.

[graphicpolicy]

Diamond Select Toys coming this Winter: Cobra Kai, D&D, Game of Thrones and More!

Diamond Select Toys coming this Winter: Cobra Kai, D&D, Game of Thrones and More! #DnD #captainamerica #cobrakai #GoT

It’s almost May, which means it’s almost time for the new Previews catalog to arrive, chock-full of new items from Diamond Select Toys and Gentle Giant LTD! This month, it features their first-ever product based on Game of Thrones, as well as items from Cobra Kai, Dungeons & Dragons, Green Hornet, Marvel, Star Wars and The Mandalorian! It’s the best of all worlds! Cobra Kai Resin Bobble Heads A…

[just-merce]

UFC 281 Main Card Preview

UFC 281 Main Card Preview

Embed from Getty Images Tomorrow the UFC invades the Big Apple for UFC 281. Middleweight Champion Israel Adesanya put his title on the line against challenger Alex Pereira. In the co-main event, Carla Esparza meets former Strawweight champion Zhang Weili. The Lightweight title picture will become clearer as Dustin Poirier takes on Michael Chandler. UFC 281 Israel  ‘The Last Stylebender’ Adesanya…

[popentertainment-moviereviews]

THE CREATOR (2023)

Starring John David Washington, Madeleine Yuna Voyles, Gemma Chan, Ken Watanabe, Sturgill Simpson, Allison Janney, Ralph Ineson, Marc Menchaca, Veronica Ngo, Amar Chadha-Patel, Robbie Tann, Michael Esper, Veronica Ngo, Ian Verdun, Daniel Ray Rodriguez, Rad Pereira, Syd Skidmore, Karen Aldridge, Teerawat Mulvilai and Leanna Chea.

Screenplay by Gareth Edwards and Chris Weitz.

Directed by Gareth Edwards.

Distributed by 20th Century Studios. 133 minutes. Rated PG-13.

Artificial Intelligence has been hugely in the news in recent months. Is it simply a tool, or is it potentially dangerous?

Therefore, it’s probably a wise time for this smart and thoughtful sci-fi film to take a hard look at AI – and to look at it from a potentially different viewpoint. This is because in The Creator, AI robots are generally looked at with compassion. In fact, it is the human beings who come off looking bad.

Hmm… Interesting take on it.

Not that it is the most astoundingly original take. Stephen Spielberg’s AI: Artificial Intelligence trod on somewhat similar ground. It also takes more than a few pages from the Avatar playbook, and also a few from Black Panther and several other sci-fi epics. Still, it is a timely subject now, and The Creator is probably a bit better than its occasionally cliched parts.

However, it does create a spectacularly evocative future world which overwhelms some of the movie’s less original storyline impulses. Written by Gareth Edwards (Rogue One) and Chris Weitz (who has come a long way from American Pie), it tells the story of a rogue group of AI robots hiding out to create their own Utopian colony while the army (as represented by a surprisingly hard-ass soldier played against type by Allison Janney) searches the world trying to destroy them. They are in particular looking for the perhaps mythical inventor of the AI, known only as “The Creator.”

The center of the story is Joshua (John David Washington), a disabled soldier who has been working undercover with the army to track down the robots. However, after he befriends a robot community and falls for one of their lot (Gemma Chan), he seems to have a change of heart. When he is given the responsibility of caring for a young AI girl (Madeleine Yuna Voyles) who is integral to robot survival, he travels the world trying to keep her safe as his old friends and co-workers track them down.

But is he really betraying his mission, or is he simply double crossing the robots?

Like I said, it’s hardly the most original film idea ever. (A cynic might suggest it could have been written by AI, but that is hardly fair.)

However, the spectacular visuals that make up this dystopian world definitely make The Creator worth seeing. Edwards has a keen visual eye and creates one of the more impressive future worlds in recent memory, and immersing yourself in that world is the type of experience that the movies are created for. Doubly so if you get to see the film in IMAX.

Jay S. Jacobs

Copyright ©2023 PopEntertainment.com. All rights reserved. Posted: September 29, 2023.

[fashionbooksmilano]

Ice cold. A Hip-Hop Jewelry History

Vikki Tobak 

Text by Slick Rick, ASAP Ferg, LL COOL J, Kevin”Coach K”Lee, Pierre “P” Thomas

Taschen, Cologne 2022 ,388 pages, Hardcover, English edition with German and French translation as download, 25 x 34 cm, ISBN  9783836584975

euro 80,00

email if you want to buy booksinprogressmilano@yahoo.it

“Ice Cold: A Hip-Hop jewelry history" presents the bling culture of rappers and their jewelry. Using 40 years of iconic imagery and compelling stories, this visual history shines a light on the world of hip-hop, where mega stars from Run-DMC to Tupac and Jay-Z to Migos and Cardi B flash brilliant custom pieces to show status and personal style.  Ice Cold is a treasure trove of dazzling, inspirational style, featuring the work of leading photographers, including Wolfgang Tillmans, Janette Beckman, Jamel Shabazz, Timothy White, Gillian Laub, David LaChapelle, Danny Clinch, Chris Buck, Mike Miller, Phil Knott, Raven B. Varona, Al Pereira, Albert Watson and many more.

24/04/23

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[theanticool]

So it begins. The lineup for the first PFL vs Bellator card and where it is happening (Riyadh, go figure) is here. And yes, it is a PPV.

Main card (ESPN+ PPV at 3 p.m. ET):

Renan Ferreira vs. Ryan Bader - PFL HW Champion vs Bellator HW Champ

Impa Kasanganay vs. Johnny Eblen - PFL LHW Champ vs Bellator MW champ

Magomed Magomedkerimov vs. Jason Jackson - PFL WW champ vs Bellator WW Champ

Jesus Pinedo vs. Patricio Pitbull - PFL FW champ vs Bellator FW champ

Bruno Cappelozza vs. Vadim Nemkov

Thiago Santos vs. Yoel Romero

Clay Collard vs. AJ McKee

Prelims (ESPN News/ESPN+ at 12:30 p.m. ET):

Gabriel Braga vs. Aaron Pico

Biaggio Ali Walsh vs. Chris Morris

Claressa Shields vs. Kelsey DeSantis

Abdullah Al-Qahtani vs. Edukondal Rao

Malik Basahel vs. Vinicius Pereira

So, who's idea is it to have four potentially 25 minute fights on the same card? I get you wanted to load up the PPV but this is going to be torture if they all go 25 minutes (and they might).

[arconinternet]

Something Is Awful (Website/Hoax, Richard Kyanka/Dr. David Thorpe/Kevin Pereira/Chris Putnam, 2005)

When a writer for notorious comedy website Something Awful got a TV interview on G4's Attack of the Show, the website's owner instructed him to prevent people joining the site as a result by making it seem terrible... and to give the wrong URL, which led to a phony site, which you can view on the Wayback Machine here.

You can watch the interview here, and read a little about its history in a contemporary NeoGAF forum thread here.

You can learn a LOT more about Something Awful from the podcast I'm From the Internet.

[nuagederose]

Dark Roots of Earth | Chapter Nine: What a Time to Be Alive

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Christine was by herself for a bit once she had returned home to her apartment, even though she had been greeted by the sweet aroma of a pie baking from right across the hallway. She couldn’t stop thinking about Alex back in the parking lot, and she debated as to whether she shared the whole thing with the three of them once they showed up at her place later that evening.

All she knew was Chuck and Valentina planned on joining her; as she opened her living room window to let the warm breeze filter in, she hoped that Eric could walk on down the block to the party.

It had been so long since she had had a slumber party: her mind had all but slipped away through her twenties, but the memory of her last party still held true in the back of her mind. If only she could have taken pictures of it and wrote it all down, then she knew that she could recall it in full detail.

It didn’t even feel that long ago when she thought about it, either.

It was back when Chris was still alive and she had considered inviting him along with the whole occasion. Her, him, and Ann, all under one roof with her parents and while it was pouring rain outside there in New York.

She fixed her ponytail and turned her attention back to the short hallway on the other side of the room. There was that box in her closet, however. Something tucked away in the bottom of the box could possibly tip her off, and she knew they wouldn’t be there for at the very least another hour or so.

Christine ambled down the hallway to her bedroom, and she remembered where she had left the box from before. The slight mementos that hearkened back to Chris as well as Ann. Though the long lost papers and things had faded with the passing of time, she still remembered some of the games that she and Ann would play together, especially on their last sleepover.

It was so distant to think about, as if she thought about it in the form of an old watercolor painting that hung up on the wall of her parents’ house. The fact that Christine had sat right due across from her in the bedroom and they were talking about all the things that didn’t matter anymore. The fact that she had had colored her hair a bright fiery red and left it as short as that of a young boy who wasn’t her fallen love.

It made sense to her that her memory had faded out with time: she had dyed her hair bright red, “candy apple red” as her father had called it, as a breaking through into a new era for herself after Chris. 

Life after death.

And yet, why she had let go of the short red hair escaped her mind. There had to have been a viable reason and yet her memory escaped her once she had hit eighteen years old and the Pereiras decided to move well out of the city and to a world of peace and quiet.

There was a faded old photograph at the very bottom of the box, right underneath an old note from Ann at some point in handwriting that she could scarcely read anymore given the pencil had faded out. It was of Christine herself with the short red hair and Ann in her wire-rimmed glasses and bright white sun hat as if she belonged to the 4H Club.

Then it hit her.

Ann had joined the 4H Club before they had met—

“Christine?” Eric’s voice floated in from the front door. Quickly, she put the photograph under the corner of her mattress closest to her, and she tucked the box back into her closet before she headed on back to the front door. After another quick adjustment of her ponytail, she opened the door to find Eric, Chuck, and Valentina huddled together as if they had been traveling together for quite some time.

“It smells divine in here,” Chuck said to her without hesitation.

“Doesn’t it?” Christine showed him a smile. “Come on in, boys and girls.”

It was so strange having several people in her apartment with her, and said people were not her parents or grandparents, either. But she was more than happy to host that party for the evening, and she wished that Alex was there with them with a bottle of wine and a handful of flutes for each one of them. Five people in that apartment with a bottle of lush red wine from Paso Robles or a spot on the Mediterranean and she knew that they would have a good time within a matter of seconds.

“So where are you going to sleep?” she asked Chuck as she handed him a glass of ginger ale.

“Leave that up to me,” he vowed to her with a wink. “Do you have a guest room?”

“Nah, it’s just my bedroom and this couch and chair here,” she told him with a gesture to the couch as well as the recliner tucked in the corner closest to her. “I’ve taken plenty of naps on this couch, though.”

“And that chair’s really comfy, too,” Eric added as Christine doubled back to the kitchen to give him something to drink. She had cracked open a new can of ginger ale for him next, when she could feel him right behind her. He lingered closer to her head, such that she could smell his cologne. His smooth black hair swept against her shoulder and he looked on at the glass right before her.

“What’re you doing?” she asked him.

“I just keep thinking about that moment we had out in California,” he confessed to her, albeit rather sheepishly. “When we kissed.”

“Of course you keep thinking about it,” she teased him as she poured the ginger ale into the glass. As far as she knew, Chuck and Valentina were looking in on them. The thought alone was enough to make her squirm in that spot before the counter.

“I can’t,” she said with a shake of her head, and she inched away from him. “I don’t want to cheat on Alex.”

“But he’s cheating on his fiancée with you, though,” Eric pointed out, nonplussed.

She sighed through her nose at that, and she handed him his glass. He sipped on it and she wondered what was going through his mind right then. She peered back at the living room to find Chuck and Valentina talking to each other, and thus, not paying any attention to what was going on between the two of them there.

“Do you—nevermind,” Eric quipped with a shake of his head and a wave of his hand.

“What?” She knitted her eyebrows at him.

“I was going to ask you…” He cleared his throat and shifted his weight there right next to her; he held the glass before his belt buckle as if he anticipated something major. “Do you like… just not like me or something?”

“Of course I like you,” she assured him, and she could hear the pain in his voice as well. “I like you as my best friend.” She ran her hand down his back towards the belt of his pants. Eric turned his head for a look at her. He locked eyes with her. Christine could feel herself nibbling on her bottom lip right then, something that she only reserved for Alex.

Maybe she had room in her heart for two.

“Of course… I like you,” she repeated to him, that time in a lower tone of voice. Eric sipped on his ginger ale again, and he never took his gaze off her once more. For a second, she thought he was going to do something drastic, something like back there in California. She knew that Alex knew about it, but she also had her worries about it.

“We have pie!” Chuck proclaimed right then, and Christine ducked away from Eric right then to meet up with Wendy at the door there. A big pie, fresh out of the oven, and with the warm aroma to boot as well.

“We sure do,” Eric said in a low voice, and one that sounded as though he breathed it right into Christine’s ear. She smirked at him as a result, but she knew what had happened back there.

Wendy was more than happy to help serve up the slices of pie for all four of them; Christine knew that the only thing missing was the scoop of ice cream to accompany it. Once they were alone in the apartment, she took her spot on the couch right next to Valentina, who sat next to Chuck; Eric stayed on the floor, cross-legged, on the other side of the coffee table.

“Come on, let’s do something,” Valentina insisted as she took a bite of pie. “I don’t wanna just sit around here all night.”

“Okay, what would you like to do?” Chuck asked her with a straight face.

“I could paint you guys,” Christine suggested right then.

“Like… all together or as individual portraits?” Eric asked her as he took a bite of pie.

“Whichever you guys would like,” she said. “I’d have to make a quick trip a couple of blocks over to the art shop for some canvases, but it could be something that I could do for you guys, and ultimately the four of us.”

“We should all go together,” Valentina suggested. “I have my car with me so we can all go together.”

“Yeah, I don’t really wanna stay here alone,” Chuck confessed.

“I’m not gonna take us all the way out to Long Island to visit Chris,” Valentina assured the three of them. “We’re just going to go to that art place in question and then come on back and hang out some more.”

“You better not,” Eric cracked to her.

Christine leaned back in the couch with her piece of pie. She wasn’t even going to ask Eric why he was sitting on the floor before the coffee table and not in the recliner, especially after what had happened in her kitchen.

Once they had finished their slices of pie, Christine picked up her keys and her purse, and she led them out to the street where Valentina had parked her car. She tucked herself into the front seat next to her, while Chuck and Eric took to the back. Christine couldn’t help but think back to that night when Nelly took them all the way out to Long Island to visit Chris in the snow; even with the explanations, she still could hardly shake the memory from her mind when she thought about it.

It was only a few blocks up, and yet Christine felt as though they were going on an adventure of sorts, especially when she thought about her prize at the end of it all, and especially with the summery veil of darkness over them. She was eager to look for canvases, in particular those cream-colored ones that held the paint well. Valentina was near the front window, right near the craft kits, while Chuck and Eric had disappeared elsewhere into the shop. But Christine picked out a pack of six cream canvases and a set of gouache paints, and she headed on up to the cash register for checkout. Valentina joined her with a beading kit tucked under her arm and a concerned look on her face; Christine followed her gaze to see the woman who walked towards the front window, right where Valentina was, albeit with a fist balled down by her side. Christine then returned to Valentina, totally puzzled: something about her was familiar, even with her back to them, and even as she continued to walk on down the aisle in the opposite direction. Something about her haunted Christine, especially when she recognized that short straight hair from earlier in the day.

“Sabrina told you she saw Alex’s fiancée in the class, right?” Christine asked her in a low voice.

“Yeah, she did,” Valentina replied. “I got the weirdest chill up my spine when I saw that woman over there.”

“Yeah, I did, too,” Christine replied.

“It was like that feeling of dread you can’t really shake when you walk into a place that’s abandoned, or a place with some ‘history.’” Valentina formed quotation marks with her fingers. “There’s a lot of places in Romania that are like that.”

“I would imagine some places in Ukraine, too,” Christine added, to which Valentina nodded her head at that as she stepped up to the register first. She took her wallet out of her jeans pocket and paid with a crisp, brand-new twenty-dollar bill, and she hastily pocketed the change.

“Without question,” she said once she returned to Christine, “like the Black Sea gives you that feeling. There are places, like near Kharkiv and Crimea, that give you this feeling that there are bloodied fingerprints all around the place. Bloodied fingerprints and impaled heads and hands. There’s a sensation that you just walked into forbidden territory of some sort…” Her voice trailed off as the two of them watched her leave the room and return out to the darkness.

Christine shifted her weight and reached behind her to fix her ponytail once again before she stepped up for checkout. Valentina closed her eyes and let out a low whistle. Christine handed the cashier some money, and then dropped a bit of her change back into the donation jar next to the register itself. She wondered what lay with Captain Howdy to be in a little art shop such as that, and then storm on out of there as if she had a short fuse. Christine slung her purse back over her shoulder and held the bag of paints and canvases down by her knees, and Valentina pursed her lips right then.

“I feel like that could have been her,” she told her in a low voice. “I have never seen her before, but I do have my feelings, though. I didn’t get a good look at her face, you know, just to not be rude or anything like that, but I did see her engagement ring on her left hand, though. There are millions of women in this city, and I bet you most of them are engaged to be married as we speak, but the fact that we keep seeing her in the same places does make you wonder, though.” She fetched up a sigh.

“What’d you get, by the way?” Christine asked her.

“A little beading kit,” Valentina replied. “Something to do at least until school starts again. There’s only so many books to read and so many times I can go down to the library or the bookstore or somewhere for new books.”

“And there’s only so many things to do before you should pick a new hobby,” Christine pointed out.

“That, too!”

The two of them took a glimpse behind them to find that Chuck and Eric had gone off into the shop for something and they hadn’t returned to the front doors again. But then the two of them glanced at one another. Christine thought about Alex, and she knew that one of those canvases in her bag would have to be all for him.

“Cannot believe Sabrina saw her,” she said as they stepped out of the way there at the front door. “You know what I can’t believe was she didn’t even recognize me.”

“She never saw you,” Valentina assured her. “But it makes you wonder how she felt looking at you, though, like if she had that same feeling from you. That same ‘gut’ feeling. You know, like when you see someone and you aren’t sure as to what to make of them.”

“Yeah, it does. I don’t mind being disliked, but now that you mention it, though…”

“Sabrina said she threw you guys a dirty look, right?” Valentina followed up.

“Yeah,” Christine replied as she adjusted the handles of the bag. “Chuck and I were just talking to each other, and Sabrina said she glared at us all the while. For all we know, it could’ve just been that and it was a coincidence.”

“She did give me a dirty look, though, when she was across the street,” Valentina told her. “No idea if she saw you but it was when I was right near the front window.”

“And, are you sure it was her, too?” Christine filled in.

“I felt it,” Valentina said. “Short skinny little woman with short smooth hair and these side-swept bangs over her face like some hipster. Like I said, I also saw that ring on her left finger, too, à la an engagement ring. Something about her gave me a weird feeling, so… what’s your nickname for her, Captain Hook?”

“Captain Howdy. Because she relentlessly haunts Alex like a demon.”

“I’m going to start calling her ‘franjuri nebuni’, Romanian for ‘lunatic fringe’.”

Christine smiled at her. “I like that! What is it in Ukrainian?”

“In Ukrainian, it’s ‘lunatychna bakhroma’,” she replied. “I like the Romanian one better.”

“I do, too,” Christine said with a nod of her head. “You could say it in Romanian and write it in Ukrainian the next time we go to Alex’s place.”

“Kinda hide it under the veil of Cyrillic?” Valentina chuckled with an adjusting of her hat.

“Hey, girls, we going or what?” Chuck called out to them from the front door of the shop. The two girls glanced at each other with their eyebrows raised.

“We’re certainly going,” Christine called after them as she hoisted her bag over her shoulder. 

Though the wedding was postponed until Christmas and Hanukkah, she knew that there was a plan for all the days in between. The time to lay down the roots of it all.

[thegroovywitch]

The year 1967 began a new chapter in the life of 18 year old West Bromwich born vocalist Robert Plant. The previous 2 years with his 1st professional band called "Listen" was a good learning experience for Robert, both on and off the stage. Their only CBS Records single A-side release titled 'You'd Better Run' had missed the record charts and Rob left this mod-styled band when CBS decided to take him on as a solo artist. Unfortunately, his proposed career as a pop singer came to nothing following the release of 2 failed singles.

As one of the most significant groups in West Midlands rock music history, "The Band of Joy" have a complex story with changing line-ups, having at one time 2 versions of the group active at the same time! Formed during the so-called "Summer of Love" in 1967, the band was to include vocalist Robert Plant and drummer John Bonham who both went on to international stardom with Led Zeppelin later. The origins of the "Band of Joy" can be traced back to an early 1960s group from West Bromwich called 'The Stringbeats' of which guitarist Vernon Pereira and keyboard player Chris Brown were members. The Stringbeats were popular locally with a sound and talented multi-racial lineup similar to "The Equals". They were eventually offered a recording contract on Polydor Records but the group fell apart at the prospect of turning "fully professional" and relocating to London.

[byneddiedingo]

Brandon De Wilde, Jean Arthur, Van Heflin, and Alan Ladd in Shane (George Stevens, 1953)

Cast: Alan Ladd, Jean Arthur, Van Heflin, Brandon De Wilde, Jack Palance, Ben Johnson, Edgar Buchanan, Emile Meyer, Elisha Cook Jr. Screenplay: A.B. Guthrie Jr., based on a novel by Jack Schafer. Cinematography: Loyal Griggs. Art direction: Hal Pereira, Walter H. Tyler. Film editing: William Hornbeck, Tom McAdoo. Music: Victor Young. 

The sexual tension between Shane (Alan Ladd) and Marian Starrett (Jean Arthur) is key to the texture and motivation of George Stevens's Shane. It's obvious from the moment when she watches him, shirtless and glistening with sweat, help her rather dull (and fully clad) husband, Joe (Van Helflin), uproot a tree stump, and it plays like a low bass note throughout the film, until it becomes the main reason why Shane feels he has to move on at the end. After all, he has just humiliated Joe by knocking him unconscious and taking on the role Joe assumes is his rightful one, thereby reducing him in the eyes of his wife and son, Joey (Brandon De Wilde). It also doesn't escape the notice of the bad guys, one of whom taunts Shane with the fact that Joe has a pretty wife. (The filters used on some of Arthur's closeups are a giveaway: She was 50 when she made Shane, her last film, but she's plausible as a character 10 or 15 years younger.) It's to Stevens's credit that he plays all of this as low-key as he does. It would have been much too easy to move the eternal triangle to the center of the film's structure. Shane is an intelligent film, though to my mind it gets a little heavy-handed with the introduction of the black-hatted Wilson (Jack Palance) as the potential nemesis to the knight errant Shane. As fine as Palance's performance is, I wish his character had been given a more complex backstory than just "hired gun out of Cheyenne." Otherwise, the screenplay by A.B. Guthrie Jr. does a fair job of not making its villains too deep-dyed: The chief tormenter of the sodbusters, the cattleman Rufus Ryker (Emile Meyer), is given a speech justifying himself as having gotten there first and settled the land -- we haven't yet reached the point in historical consciousness where the claims of the Native Americans are taken seriously. And Shane's first opponent, Chris Calloway (Ben Johnson), eventually has a change of heart -- not an entirely convincing one to my mind, considering Calloway's behavior in his first encounter with Shane -- and warns Shane that Joe's appointment with Ryker is a trap. Stevens uses Jackson Hole, Wyoming, almost as effectively as John Ford used Monument Valley, and Loyal Griggs won a well-deserved Oscar for his cinematography, even if Paramount's decision to trim the original images at top and bottom to make the film appear to have been shot in a widescreen process resulted in some oddly cropped compositions. Shane is undeniably a classic, but I think it takes itself a little too seriously: The great Western directors, like Ford and Howard Hawks, knew the value of a little comic relief, but in Shane even Edgar Buchanan plays it straight.

[ramandjafari]

Ashnikko - Worms from Raman Djafari on Vimeo.

Ashnikko in a monstertruck and a squad of develish beasts ride towards the sunset to battle the angelic overlord robots.

Credits: director - raman djafari // @ramandjafari executive producer - josef byrne head of production- Alex halley production company: blinkink @blink_ink

producer - jake river parker // @jakeriverparkerfilms animation producer - molly turner // @molly___turner production manager - rowan mackintosh king // @rowanmackintosh production assistant - maddy williams // @melodramaddy

commissioner- sam seager // @seagez

creative director - vasso vu @vassovu manager - george shepherd // @shepherdgeorge day to day manager - hannah browne // @hannahbr0wne

storyboards - raman djafari storyboards - mysie pereira // @mysiepereira animatic editor - Isabel gomez concept artist - Camille perrin

cg character design - raman djafari cg background design - raman djafari cg lighting, camera & layout - raman djafari cg character animation & rigging - dominic lutz // @domolutz cg character animation & rigging - harry bhalerao // @harrybhal cg character animation & rigging - barney abrahams // @_yenrab cg character animation & rigging - nate die // @spish.tv cg artist - sandrine gimenez // @sandrine_gimenez cg artist - klaas harm deboer cg artist - michael marczewski additional lighting - balasz simon // @notbalasz

vfx lead - john malcolm moore // @johnmalcolmmoore compositor - andrew khosravani // @andrew_khosravani compositor - vladislav enshin compositor - caroline terrago

1st ad - julia pavliuk // @ula__la dop - hunter daly // @hunterdalydp 1st ac - rupert hornstein // @ruperthornstein1966 2nd ac - nicola braid ac (prep day) - Joe mcdonald cam operator - tanmoye khan // @tanmoyekhan_dop dit - rosie taylor // @rosie_taylor_

gaffer - laurent arnaud // @sparkswars spark - johnjoe besagni // @jayjaybuzz spark - kieran brown // @k_brown_gaffer desk op - hudson daly // @hudson_daly led tech - pavel stici

vfx supervisor - john malcolm moore // @johnmalcolmmoore

production runner - leda contopanagos // @leda.echo production runner - krishita desai // @krishitadesai production runner - tom gonzalez // @mr_tamborine_man_ production runner - tom willows // @tomwillows_mash

art director - laura little // @laulit art assistant - jaclyn pappalardo // @jaclynpappalardo art assistant - chris dent art assistant (prep day) - jack boston oswald // @jackbostonoswald art assistant (prep day) - joshua douglas-warne art assistant (prep day) - Alexander king art assistant (prep day) - thabet kimili

stylist - holly wood // @hollyblowslightly stylist assistant - izzy frost // @iz_designz_

hair designer claire moore @clmorhair hair stylist mee kyung kim porter // @mee.hair.makeup mua - georgia olive // @georgiaolive mua assistant - carly roberts // @carlyroberts_ nails - imarni // @imarninails

bts content - eve mahoney // @evebelieve

edit - rich woolway edit assist - chris hutchings edit producer - Maggie mcdermott grade - coffee & tvt colourist - George neave colour producer - Kathryn tallis sound design - absolute post sound designer - rich Martin additional sound design - Daniel panayi additional sound design - paminos kyriazis sound design producer - Peter winslett

a special thanks to will hooper

[lindenattic]

im tired so someone remind me about this in the morning but the. the team handsome stuff may have just stepped up like three levels. Maybe. because of this instagram post from 2017:

left to right: chris sorenson (bass player, saosin); graham martin (???, grandview music); chris georggin (artist manager?, blink-182); jeff pereira (tour manager, currently angels and airwaves, formerly mcr + circa survive + others); james throgmorton (???, opera ghost management); matt stawski (director???); anthony green (i don’t need to explain him)

the only known TH members in here are anthony and jeff pereira. i don’t know if the presence of the tag means they’re all TH or just… some of them. but at least one of those other guys is TH because anthony definitely didn’t use that tag every time he posted Jeff (which was decently often) . So. There’s something here

[josiebelladonna]

the character of chris pereira (christine’s past and deceased love interest) is based off not one, but two boys i used to know in high school. the one boy got married a couple of years ago and i sometimes wonder if there was something more in between us when i remember how he acted towards me (subtle nuances and things like that). the other passed away before the pandemic: again, in hindsight, i wonder if there was something more between us but he never had the courage to tell me.