downtherabbitholewithlucy · 2 years ago
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Pulling back the curtain behind Evan Jealous and Kevin
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leapinarmadillo · 8 days ago
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interesting
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filmcourage · 10 months ago
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Write Your Truth - Writing Class, Answering Your Questions and Writing Exercises
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Watch it on Youtube here.
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antifragi1e · 2 years ago
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am i allowed to be upset
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thebirdandhersong · 2 years ago
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mm I see how it is. BOTH have short energy
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some-film-stuff · 17 days ago
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egsoon · 1 month ago
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羅生門
يمتلئ فيلم “راشومون” بالحركة أثناء فحص طبيعة الحقيقة بدقة ، وربما يكون أفضل فيلم على الإطلاق للتحقيق في فلسفة العدالة. من خلال الاستخدام البارع للكاميرا وذكريات الماضي ، يكشف كوروساوا عن تعقيدات الطبيعة البشرية حيث يسرد أربعة أشخاص روايات مختلفة لقصة قتل رجل واغتصاب زوجته.
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edwardshundredyearoldspunk · 5 months ago
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my toxic trait is that I kinda get why dylan o'brien’s character dropped sadie sink's character's hand in the all too well short film. I mean toxic as in genuinely this is my actual toxic trait in relationships. poor girl was trying to hold her boyfriend's hand and all I could think was, "wow that actually reads a little clingy to me. I would probably do the drop-and-pat too to be honest. like girl, he's catching up with his friends, he hasn't seen them in ages, they're in their thirties do you have any idea how hard it is to get an entire friend group of thirty year olds in one room?" and that's why I have never been able to be in a relationship despite wanting to. because I related to the jake gyllenhaal character in the all too well short film. it's also probably why I'm not going to heaven
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raskoolz · 5 months ago
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IN THIS WORLD - MONDO GROSSO
Now let's be in love さあだから愛になりましょう
Embrace the dry world 乾いた世界を抱いて
read your wishes 希望を読み取って
From a frivolous screen 軽薄な画面より
Wet your skin intimately 親密に肌を濡らして
Warm up your freedom 自由を温めて
I just want to be happy 幸せでありたいだけの
Because they are strange creatures 微妙な生物達だから
Let your five senses dance 五感を踊らせて
From a frivolous scene 軽薄な場面より
Touch your dreams intimately 親密に夢を触って
Forgive me with those eyes その目で許して
Now let's become the sea さあだから海になりましょう
Crying for the dry world 乾いた世界を泣いて
swallowing despair 絶望を飲み込んで
Now let's be in love さあだから愛になりましょう
Embrace the dry world 乾いた世界を抱いて
read your wishes 希望を読み取って
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downtherabbitholewithlucy · 2 years ago
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Give KEVIN the romance and enlightenment he deserves dammit!
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jesus-revolution-history · 6 months ago
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breakingthethinblueline · 8 months ago
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In a split second decision - can YOU figure out if a weapon is REAL or FAKE if one is pulled on you? What would you do?
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jadenvargen · 8 months ago
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free online james baldwin stories, essays, videos, and other resources
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James baldwin online archive with his articles and photo archives.
---NOVELS---
Giovanni's room"When David meets the sensual Giovanni in a bohemian bar, he is swept into a passionate love affair. But his girlfriend's return to Paris destroys everything. Unable to admit to the truth, David pretends the liaison never happened - while Giovanni's life descends into tragedy. This book introduces love's fascinating possibilities and extremities."
Go Tell It On The Mountain"(...)Baldwin's first major work, a semi-autobiographical novel that has established itself as an American classic. With lyrical precision, psychological directness, resonating symbolic power, and a rage that is at once unrelenting and compassionate, Baldwin chronicles a fourteen-year-old boy's discovery of the terms of his identity as the stepson of the minister of a storefront Pentecostal church in Harlem one Saturday in March of 1935. Baldwin's rendering of his protagonist's spiritual, sexual, and moral struggle of self-invention opened new possibilities in the American language and in the way Americans understand themselves."
+bonus: film adaptation on youtube. (if you’re a giancarlo esposito fan, you’ll be delighted to see him in an early preacher role)
Another Country and Going to Meet the Man Another country: "James Baldwin's masterly story of desire, hatred and violence opens with the unforgettable character of Rufus Scott, a scavenging Harlem jazz musician adrift in New York. Self-destructive, bad and brilliant, he draws us into a Bohemian underworld pulsing with heat, music and sex, where desperate and dangerous characters betray, love and test each other to the limit." Going to meet the Man: " collection of eight short stories by American writer James Baldwin. The book, dedicated "for Beauford Delaney", covers many topics related to anti-Black racism in American society, as well as African-American–Jewish relations, childhood, the creative process, criminal justice, drug addiction, family relationships, jazz, lynching, sexuality, and white supremacy."
Just Above My Head"Here, in a monumental saga of love and rage, Baldwin goes back to Harlem, to the church of his groundbreaking novel Go Tell It on the Mountain, to the homosexual passion of Giovanni's Room, and to the political fire that enflames his nonfiction work. Here, too, the story of gospel singer Arthur Hall and his family becomes both a journey into another country of the soul and senses--and a living contemporary history of black struggle in this land."
If Beale Street Could Talk"Told through the eyes of Tish, a nineteen-year-old girl, in love with Fonny, a young sculptor who is the father of her child, Baldwin's story mixes the sweet and the sad. Tish and Fonny have pledged to get married, but Fonny is falsely accused of a terrible crime and imprisoned. Their families set out to clear his name, and as they face an uncertain future, the young lovers experience a kaleidoscope of emotions-affection, despair, and hope. In a love story that evokes the blues, where passion and sadness are inevitably intertwined, Baldwin has created two characters so alive and profoundly realized that they are unforgettably ingrained in the American psyche."
also has a film adaptation by moonlight's barry jenkins
Tell Me How Long the Train's been gone At the height of his theatrical career, the actor Leo Proudhammer is nearly felled by a heart attack. As he hovers between life and death, Baldwin shows the choices that have made him enviably famous and terrifyingly vulnerable. For between Leo's childhood on the streets of Harlem and his arrival into the intoxicating world of the theater lies a wilderness of desire and loss, shame and rage. An adored older brother vanishes into prison. There are love affairs with a white woman and a younger black man, each of whom will make irresistible claims on Leo's loyalty. 
---ESSAYS---
Baldwin essay collection. Including most famously: notes of a native son, nobody knows my name, the fire next time, no name in the street, the devil finds work- baldwin on film
--DOCUMENTARIES--
Take this hammer, a tour of san Francisco.
Meeting the man
--DEBATES:--
Debate with Malcolm x, 1963 ( on integration, the nation of islam, and other topics. )
Debate with William Buckley, 1965. ( historic debate in america. )
Heavily moderated debate with Malcolm x, Charles Eric Lincoln, and Samuel Schyle 1961. (Primarily Malcolm X's debate on behalf of the nation of islam, with Baldwin giving occassional inputs.)
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apart from themes obvious in the book's descriptions, a general heads up for themes of incest and sexual assault throughout his works.
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ajepyx · 1 year ago
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DISMISSAL TIME to Screen Virtually at Whistleblower Summit of Film Festival
Our award-winning Dismissal Time will be screening virtually as part of Washington D.C.'s Whistleblower Summit & Film Festival this month!
We have another very special announcement to make: Our award-winning Dismissal Time will be screening virtually as part of Washington D.C.’s Whistleblower Summit & Film Festival this month! Our film will be in the virtual film block beginning 1pm on Sunday, July 23rd and will be available for 72 hrs after the individual release window. The hybrid film screenings and panel presentations will be…
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crazy-only · 4 months ago
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oscar finding his reporter cute ! (fluff)
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pairing: oscar x fem!reader
premis: oscar helps a shy reporter during an interview and ends up crushing on her! short and sweet, fluff!
preface: posting this in honor of him getting 2nd place in austria !! good job oscar <3
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you felt a tap on your shoulder and you spun around, finding a tall guy staring at you. his eyes were bored and a bit annoyed.
“um, can i help you?” you ask politely, checking your watch.
you had already interviewed the drivers that came in third and second place, and you were currently waiting on the first-placing driver to show up.
truth be told, you weren’t really qualified for the job—your sister decided to suddenly honeymoon with her wife and begged for you to replace her. hesitantly, you agreed, dying your hair to match her natural color and hoping your features were similar enough.
the young man scoffed and ran a hand over his face. “woman, you’re joking, yeah?” he asked after rolling his eyes.
honestly, you would’ve assumed this moody guy was the winner as he wore a racing suit, certainly an f1 driver with the after effects of participating in a race apparent, sweat running down his neck leading to the contour of his—
no, y/n! focus! your sister called moments ago saying the winner of the race was extremely ugly, and, according to her words, “you can’t miss him.”
and, as much as you hated to admit it, the fiesty male was far too attractive to fit your sister’s description.
“sorry, i, um, don’t follow?” you say, nervously running your fingers through your hair, microphone in the other hand.
the man looked back to face an older man sporting a mclaren hat, the former muttering something while angrily staring at you.
is this what a red flag feels like before getting torn to shreds by a bull?
“ok, lisa, you’re on air!”
you turn around rapidly at the mention of your sister’s name, searching for the driver you needed to interview.
“um,” you start shyly, looking into the scary camera. “we are still waiting on the pole position winner for the silverstone grand prix—“
there’s laughs amongst the viewers, and you cock your head trying to find their source of amusement.
“—well we are waiting on him to arrive, so sit tight while we try to find him!”
yet, to your horror, the camera stays on, the filming crew motioning for you to continue.
“hey.”
you turn to find the same utterly attractive yet rude driver staring down at you, mouth in a line and arms crossed as if he were the one that should be stressed.
“oh, you again,” you accidentally mutter into the microphone, freezing once you realized what you’ve done. except, the crowd simply laughed.
you cursed under your breath.
they’re laughing at you, y/n. you’re such a dumbass.
“yes,” the young man said sarcastically while tugging the mic towards himself, only helping to raise the volume of the laughs from the stands. “it’s me again.”
you nodded, anxiety burning in your veins, not knowing what to say. this was not as simple as your sister had said it would be.
“while we’re waiting for the grand prix winner,” oscar said, now stealing the mic completely, “why don’t i ask you some questions, reporter?”
crap!
“uh, okay,” you murmur into the mic the driver stretches towards you. for some reason your palms started getting clammy. was it your nerves?
he puts a hand on his hip and pretends to be in a deep state of thinking. “let’s start with an easy question.” he came closer so your bodies were only a pace away.
“who’s your favorite driver?”
uh oh.
“th-that would be, erm, lan?—lando!”
phew. thank god you remembered the name of the last driver you interviewed!
but the driver interviewing you walked away, suddenly a bit angry. then he ran back into frame, looking into the camera. “do you see how i’m treated around here?”
the crowds laughed, and you hid your smile.
was this the same person you met earlier? how was he so. so—so amiable?
“ok ms. reporter, next one: do you have a sister?”
“yes,” you said into the outstretched mic, trying to hide the shakiness in your voice.
then the man brushed his hand against yours just below the vision of the camera, and—was that a smile? did he just smile at you?
your breathing slowed, thankfully feeling a lot more calm.
you continued, saying, “i do. her name is y/n.”
the driver nodded, acting as if he were actually interested. “is she cute?” the man whispered into the mic.
and god, you would’ve thought this was a comedy show thanks to the immense amount of laughing if he weren’t dressed in a sweaty race suit that perfectly hugged his abdominal region and quads—
then you saw him walk slightly out of the frame, waving at you frantically. he mouthed:
ask me about the race!
good idea.
you leaned into the mic the man held, flooded by his addicting scent. “how was your race?”
“ah, thanks for asking,” he said, clearly having a talent for acting. “it was great! i’m really happy with my results. i scored a lot of points for my team, so honestly i couldn’t have asked for more.”
he went on about the technicalities and such of his car, what went wrong and right, what he should improve on; thankfully he talked until the time was out.
“well, there you have it!” you say as the camera crew gave you the cue to stop the interview.
“what’s your name, again?” you whispered to him.
at this point he just leaned into the mic. “it’s oscar piastri.” the crowd went wild, making him smile.
for some reason you got stupidly jealous.
“seems our pole position driver never showed up—“ you started saying, until the camera crew pointed towards a lit screen with words.
“but nonetheless, thank you for tuning in,” you said, and then continued reading the transcript, explaining the time and date for the next race.
once finished, the camera finally shut off, and with a big sigh, you retired your mic and made your way to your car. never again were you doing another favor for your sister.
“good job, y/n,” oscar murmured, having bent down from behind so only you could hear him. “turns out you are cute.”
fuck. how did he find out?
you swept around, hand over mouth in dread.
“oh, come on, it was obvious!” oscar said proudly. “you did not know a single thing about racing—and you look so different from your sister.”
you simply stood in shock. quietly gauging whatever despicable plan he was carrying out.
“do you still not know who i am?” he asked incredulously.
you cocked your head. “you’re a driver. what was it? osc-oscar pastry?”
he handed his heavy helmet over to you.
“there. now you’ll never forget my name again. it’s fucking piastri.” he ran his hands over his face, losing patience.
“ask me who won the race!” oscar finally said, cracking.
“um, we aren’t in the interview anymore?—“
he shook you by the arms, saying, “i won the goddamn race! i got first, y/n!”
“you’re the grand prix winner?! b-but my sister told me you were supposed to be unattractive!”
oscar raised his eyebrows, asking “is that so?” he tilted his head slightly, a cheshire cat’s smile forming.
“does that mean you find me attractive?”
uh oh.
your body was on fire, maybe more anxious than from the interview.
“since you kept staring at my body the whole interview,” oscar said as he smirked down at you, his brown eyes clearly satisfied at your shocked reaction. “take me out and i won’t tell.”
maybe you would do more of your sister’s favors.
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schlock-luster-video · 2 years ago
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On February 27, 2008 The Terrible Truth was riffed on Rifftrax.
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