#burnt orange heresy

[cursed-and-haunted]

My biggest complaint about the top heist movies lists is that they include movies that I don't think should be counted as heist movies. Just because a guy breaks into a house and steals something doesn't mean it's a heist. Heist movies have more specific criteria than that. That would be like saying any movie that shows blood is a slasher movie. like come on

[tunasaladonwhite]

[haute-lifestyle-com]

The Boston Celtics became the winningest team in basketball as they steamrolled over the Dallas Mavericks, to capture a record setting 18 Championships, which puts them one up over their chief rival, the Los Angeles Lakers

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Drama  Thriller

[jp-hunsecker]

The Burnt Orange Heresy

The Burnt Orange Heresy #Thriller #MovieReview The Burnt Orange Heresy wants to do for #painting what #RomanPolanski's #TheNinthGate did for #books

The Burnt Orange Heresy feels like it wants to do for painting what The Ninth Gate did for books. The problem is that there were books in Polanski’s film, and not just mere props, but objets d’art in their own right. In contrast, there’s precious little painting in this movie; in fact, there’s literally less than meets the eye. James Figueras (Claes Bang) is nominally an art critic, but sounds…

[nudesnoises]

Elisabeth Debicki in "The Burnt Orange Heresy"

[palmiz]

"Le parole non bastano per ricordare l'immenso Donald Sutherland (1935-2024).

Lo salutiamo con un'immagine dell'ultima delle sue tante presenze alla #BiennaleCinema: nel 2019, sul Red Carpet di "The Burnt Orange Heresy", film di chiusura di #Venezia76."

Cit "biennale Venezia"

[dust-to-dustier]

Sat in a cathedral for an hour yesterday. Wasn't fun but the building was beautiful. Anyway here's one of my longest poems:

(Forewarning: uhhh... it's set in a Cathedral? So religion and religious guilt the whole way through)

ENTRYWAY TO HEAVEN:

The sign on the door

Claims it is the

“Entryway to heaven”.

So I enter, a non-believer

(It is how I will leave)

Fuelled by respect to the dedication 

Of generations who walked these halls-

This building is their Heaven,

So I sit as they sing

And know I am excluded from them

In my disbelief.

They pass me a candle

My hands are warm.

(It bends under my fingers.

My grip is too tight.

It snaps, just a little.

They do not see.)

When we sing,

Their great building-

Their “Heaven”-

Echoes with the voices of hundreds

Yet still it feels empty to me.

So many can sing here

But nothing will fill this great space,

For the glory of the building 

Far outshines their Lord in my eyes.

They preach,

Their words are shining and meaningless,

Full of dedication and fervour I cannot share-

I grip my candle a little more.

A man comes along with a lighter-

His robes denote this Heaven as his home,

And the little fire starter looks strange 

In his “holy hands”.

My grandfather lights my candle,

And we sit together,

A little bubble of cynicism and heresy.

Now all is aglow in little flames,

Each person holds their own light

And together we sing songs 

Which feel wrong to me-

I do not share the care of the choir boy,

The dedication of priest,

The belief of the bishop-

And in this “Heaven”

I feel it is seen.

I stand in “The Home of the Lord”,

Clutching my broken candle,

And I pretend.

Sing like I believe, just a little while,

Just for now,

Whilst this little flame burns in my hands.

Sing like I cannot feel the eyes,

Sing like I have not long turned my back,

Sing like here is my Heaven too.

The candle melts away slowly-

So too does my patience,

Ticking away slowly in this meaningless place,

And I stare as it burns

The words of the speakers meaning nothing

In the face of this precious light,

Little fire blown by a breeze I cannot see,

Reaching towards me,

Flickering gently, 

Enthralling.

Peace is found in this Heaven,

Shelter and relief from the deceit 

Of my facade.

Burning blue becomes bright orange,

Static but moving.

In this Heaven,

This work of art,

This building that houses history,

I care for nothing more than this candle.

But we are singing again,

And more do I praise a child born

Far too long ago for me to understand 

The dedication of the people around me-

Something in me 

Aches for their strength of belief,

Their faith,

Which seems to shield them from so much,

But it is not mine to have,

And so I leave it to others

With fires in their hearts

Stronger than mine-

My incomprehension distracts 

From the fact

That the candle has gone out.

I sit with burnt wick and melted wax

In a Heaven that is not mine

And I tremble,

Isolated in a crowd

Singing for a man who may have once walked

In some other great Heaven-

But not this one,

Where I sing his name and praises

With sorrow of someone who cannot believe 

Not now.

And so I sing and I shake and I ache

And I sit alone in this crowd,

With burnt wick and broken, melted candle,

Aware of how empty this Heaven seems

For all that it is full.

And they are still talking,

Preaching, praying,

Teaching their lessons and telling their tales,

Like their words can hold value

(And they do but not to me,

 Never to me,

 No longer)

Like their words mean something here.

But the candle has gone out 

And they are talking no longer-

An instrument plays alone

In this full and empty Heaven

(A Heaven that is not mine,

 Can never be mine)

And I weep here.

The instrument plays-

slightly off,

Out of tune-

Or perhaps it sounds wrong 

Because it is not played for me-

It is played for the people who belong

And this is not my Heaven,

And even the music tells me this,

The tunes mock me,

As I sit alone and fight away the tears-

That for which I weep

Deserves better locations for my grief

Than this Heaven where all I do is lie.

And we are singing again,

And the music sounds right again

For this is not my Heaven

But this music was once home,

But I am still grieving 

For all that is and never was and can never be

For that which will never see this Heaven

And never wants nor needs to,

But I am far from here now,

And every lyric is meaningless

As desperation clings to me-

The injustice of it all,

Fuelled by this empty, empty, empty Heaven

Where the singing holds the power of so many

Yet means less than the voices of the few

Who hold my heart in tender grips now.

I am not holding my broken candle

And they are talking again-

They are so grateful to be here,

To share their love in this great Heaven

Where others have done the same

For generations-

Outlier as I am, 

I sit and the sorrow of these stranger’s injustices,

Their burdens and fears

Adds to my own.

The sign on the door said

It is the “entryway to Heaven”

And I have never wished more it was that easy

But we sing our final song

Voices echoing with the hollowness 

Of people who don’t really mean it-

But I know it is just me,

Choking on tears for matters distant from here.

And the organ plays as my heart twists

And we file out

And I leave,

A non-believer, 

Exiting the Heaven that will never be mine.

[theblackbookofarkera]

Gaba-shan

Gaba-shan is a religious movement that originated in the Kumareshi nation of Boshun about five hundred years ago. It is a derivative of the Kadaqir faith, which worships Kada Qiyaat as the supreme deity. According to Gaba-shan legend, the founder of their faith was Azimir the Burnt, a prophet who descended to earth on a flaming meteorite. However, historical evidence suggests that Gaba-shan was more likely established by Kadaqir merchants who traveled along the Orange Road and interacted with the local cultures.

Gaba-shan shares the belief in Kada Qiyaat as the one true god, but differs from the orthodox Kadaqir doctrine in several aspects. Gaba-shan is influenced by Yazai, Pundashar, and other regional religions, and incorporates elements of ancestor worship, nature spirits, and reincarnation into its theology. Gaba-shan also portrays Kada Qiyaat as a more benevolent and compassionate god, in contrast to the stern and wrathful image of the Kadaqir orthodoxy. These differences have led to accusations of heresy and apostasy from the Kadaqir mainstream, who consider Gaba-shan to be a distortion and corruption of the true faith. Fortunately, the vast distance between the Attasar Caliphate, the center of Kadaqir power, and the kingdom of Boshun, the stronghold of Gaba-shan, has prevented any major conflict or violence between the two sects.

Some scholars have argued that Gaba-shan is not a separate faith, but rather a mystical branch of Kadaqir, representing an evolution and adaptation of the original religion. Gaba-shan clerics are adept in sorcery and can manipulate fire for various purposes, such as healing diseases, purifying souls, and performing rituals. They offer their services to anyone who is worthy of their assistance, regardless of their religious affiliation. Gaba-shan clerics also practice a form of demon binding, in which they exorcise evil spirits from their victims and transfer them into their own bodies. By doing so, they believe that they are not only enhancing their own power, but also giving the demons a chance to redeem themselves.

Gaba-shan is a fascinating example of how religions can diverge and develop over time, influenced by different cultural and historical factors. It is a testament to the diversity and dynamism of the human spiritual quest, and the challenges and opportunities that arise from it.

[patriciavetinari]

Burnt Orange Heresy is one of those movies that is very movie

[cursed-and-haunted]

The Burnt Orange Heresy (dir. Giuseppe Capotondi) was so good. The symbolism! Can we talk about the symbolism?! The flies and the damnation. The fingerprint in the paint being referred to as the mark of Cain. I eat that shit up!

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The Burnt Orange Heresy (2019) - IMDb

Film Noir, Foreign Thrillers, or Foreign Psychological Thrillers.

Never fucked with Hollywood; Thé Black Swan is on my List.

Akiane

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The Burnt Orange Heresy ~ 2019

[natrix-nembrotha]

My gift : The Burnt Orange Heresy

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“If it’s just about telling the truth, anybody could do it.” 💥 The Burnt Orange Heresy At Cinemas Now