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[nerds-yearbook]

Appendix M on film

Bernard Lee - Dr No (1962), From Russia With Love (1963), Goldfinger (1964), Thunderball (1965), You Only Live Twice (1967), On Her Majesty's Secret Service (1969), Diamonds Are Forever (1971), Live and Let Die (1973), The Man With a Golden Gun (1974), The Spy Who Loved Me (1977), Moonraker (1979)

John Huston (McTarry/M) - Casino Royale (1967)

Edward Fox - Never Say Never Again (1983)

Geoffrey Keen (as Minister of Defence) - For Your Eyes Only (1981)

Robert Brown - Octopussy (1983), A View to a Kill (1985), The Living Daylights (1987) Licence to Kill (1989)

Judi Dench - GoldenEye (1995), Tomorrow Never Dies (1997), The World is Not Enough (1999), Die Another Day (2002), Casino Royale (2006), Quantum of Solace (2008), Skyfall (2012)

Ralph Fiennes - Skyfall (2012), Spectre (2015), No Time to Die (2021)

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Yield to the Night (1956) J. Lee Thompson

January 1st 2024

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The Spy Who Loved Me Lewis Gilbert. 1977

Naval Base Faslane, Helensburgh G84 0EH, UK See in map

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[ozu-teapot]

The Scapegoat | Robert Hamer | 1959

Pamela Brown, Geoffrey Keen, Annabel Bartlett, Alec Guinness

[sasa-chan]

Moonraker (1979)

Starring:

Roger Moore, Lois Chiles, Michael Lonsdale, Richard Kiel, Corinne Cléry, Geoffrey Keen

Directed By:

Lewis Gilbert

Genre:

Action/Sci-fi

Rating:

PG

Run Time:

2 Hours 6 Minutes

Release Date:

26 June 1979 (United Kingdom)

29 June 1979 (United States)

10 October 1979 (France)

Synopsis:

Agent 007 (Roger Moore) blasts into orbit in this action-packed adventure that takes him to Venice, Rio De Janeiro and outer space. When Bond investigates the hijacking of an American space shuttle, he and beautiful CIA agent Holly Goodhead (Lois Chiles) are soon locked in a life-or-death struggle against Hugo Drax (Michael Lonsdale), a power-mad industrialist whose horrific scheme may destroy all human life on earth!

[angelstills]

Taste the Blood of Dracula (1970)

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Take a peek into the "real life" Black Museum at Scotland Yard with HORRORS OF THE BLACK MUSEUM (1959), from director Arthur Crabtree and starring Michael Gough!

Filmed in *hypnovista,* this unique British/American production showcases sadism and true crime instead of something supernatural.

Context setting 00:00; Synopsis 25:28; Discussion 39:23; Ranking 54:02

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New review! Van Johnson spins a web of intriguing in Web of Evidence! Read my review of this Brit crime flick here:

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Taste The Blood Of Dracula |Episode 383

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Taste The Blood Of Dracula |Episode 383

Jim looks back on the sequel to Hammer’s “Dracula Has Risen From The Grave,” – “Taste The Blood Of Dracula, ” starring Christopher Lee, Geoffrey Keen, Ralph Bates, Linda Hayden, Anthony Higgins, Peter Sallis, John Carson, Isla Blair, Martin Jarvis, Gwen Watford Roy Kinnear and Michael Ripper. Three wealthy London men seek thrills and cross paths with Count Draculs resulting in murder and mayhem. Find out more on this Halloween episode of MONSTER ATTACK!, The Podcast Dedicated To Old Monster Movies

[nerds-yearbook]

At the end of The Spy Who Loved Me, after the credits, it said that "James Bond will return in For Your Eyes Only". When Star Wars: A New Hope became a blockbuster, EON productions switched gears and on June 29, 1979, Moonraker was released in theaters. EON invested more money than any of their previous Bond adventures by a significant amount. The movie had the bad guy's laire being a space station, the abduction of space shuttles (something still in the testing stages during production), and the climatic battle being fought in open space with lasers. It also marked Bernard Lee's last appearance as M. It was also noteworthy for being one of the few times where the Henchman (in this case Jaws) appeared in more than one movie. ("Moonraker" flm, event)

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Taste the Blood of Dracula (1970)

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ℐ𝓃 𝒶 𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒦𝑒𝓃𝓎𝒶, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 ℬ𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝗚𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲 𝗔𝗱𝗮𝗺𝘀𝗼𝗻 (𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬) 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝒻𝑒, 𝗝𝗼𝘆 𝗔𝗱𝗮𝗺𝘀𝗼𝗻 (𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐌𝐜𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚) 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻 3 𝑜𝓇𝓅𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒸𝓊𝒷𝓈. ℒ𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓊𝒷𝓈 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝒾𝑔 𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝓁𝒶𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝒸𝓊𝒷𝓈 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝓏𝑜𝑜 ��𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒩𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈, 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒶𝓈 𝗘𝗹𝘀𝗮 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹. 𝗠𝗿. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗔𝗱𝗮𝗺𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝗘𝗹𝘀𝗮, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓅𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓂𝓅𝑒𝒹𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒷𝓎 𝓋𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶𝑔𝑒. 𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗻 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗹 (𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐧), 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝑔𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝗔𝗱𝗮𝗺𝘀𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒾𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝗘𝗹𝘀𝗮 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈𝓉 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓈, 𝑜𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝒹. ℐ 𝒶𝓂 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎'𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓇𝑔𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓑𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓂. 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓂 ℐ 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒.

[undiscovered-horizon]

Hi! Can I request a morpheus x reader where Dream reads to his s/o until she falls asleep, cause he knows she loves his voice and since she's been away from the dreaming for awhile, he misses her? Thank you

I had so much fun writing this, thank you!!🌺The poem is "Rondel of Merciless Beauty" by Geoffrey Chaucer

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In some sense, he is being held hostage. With your head on his chest and an arm around his torso, there is no way Morpheus could simply slip away like an autumn leaf drifting on the cold breeze. Of course, those details would be important if there was even a speck of will in him to get away from this entanglement of limbs. That, however, remains inexistent. For the first time in his exceptionally long life, he is enjoying confinement.

Of course, he noticed you have been gone from Dreaming for quite a while. He tends to keep a little too much to himself to openly admit that he misses you or, perhaps, he's being very human in his fear of love turning bitter and sour like a mouthful of old blood. But Morpheus is a king of dreams, not hearts, and that means his affections shall flourish whether he wants them to or not like a defiant vine of wildflowers. 'What could be keeping you up at night?', he wondered and so he embarked on a journey to the Waking World only to find you lying restlessly in your bed. 'You need to rest', he kept saying as though part of him naively hoped you'd finally read between the lines of his half-truths and fulfil his desperate yearning for your company. But even if you did have such power, it wouldn't change much - you would still find it quite impossible to fall asleep. All of those little things, trembling hearts and unspoken confessions, brought you to this flustering moment of intimacy as Morpheus is reading a volume of poetry to you:

Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly; Their beauty shakes me who was once serene; Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen.

His voice is low, somewhat strict-sounding in its huskiness but it doesn't deplete the romanticism of the words he's reading, quite the contrary - they appear all the more raw and sincere. A brighter voice speaking of devotion, praising the love that brought the man to his knees, might appear a little too honeyed to be considered completely inconspicuous. Arsenic, after all, is said to taste sweet.

Morpheus was also once serene - up until the moment he met you. Ever since there seemed to be a ghost haunting his thoughts, a strange sensation that got a hold of him and refuses to let go. Whenever he leaves his thoughts unattended, they quickly take on your shape as though that was their natural state. From a man serene, Morpheus became a man tormented in the sweetest way a mind could be imprisoned like a planet that keeps circling the same sun, running along its unchanged orbit.

With your head lying on his chest, you can feel his voice rumbling underneath his ribs mere seconds before he reads another few words as though those borrowed confessions of world-shattering love do not come from a silver-coated tongue but Dream's very viscera or a dark depth of his old soul that he is yet to uncover; perhaps he is pouring his own yearning into words that do not belong to him. Maybe this is why people love poetry so much - they see their own reflection and hear their own voice between words their hands did not write. Morpheus reads on:

Only your word will heal the injury To my hurt heart, while yet the wound is clean - Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly; Their beauty shakes me who was once serene.

What a wonderful thought it truly is: that one word from you, a mere sigh perhaps, can mend wounds hiding behind his collected demeanour; scars that haven't bled in a long time but were still sore to the touch. And if it was true, if your blessing could seal the festering tears behind his ribs, would you not become part of him until the end of time? Would his heartbeat not echo with yours? Would he not taste you on his tongue with every word he speaks?

Morpheus bends his neck to look at your calm expression. He was a creature of no true shape, the lord of dreams as well as nightmares, the only entity to ever know the horrors and marvels of human thoughts - but he was also home; a beast of sharp teeth that chooses to lick instead of bite. A decision to be vulnerable, is this courage?

"Don't stop," you whisper in a barely audible, tired voice. And he dares not:

Upon my word, I tell you faithfully Through life and after death you are my queen; For with my death the whole truth shall be seen. Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly; Their beauty shakes me who was once serene; Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen.

Your breaths are shallow and rhythmic - you're finally asleep, there's no doubt about that. Morpheus closes the volume and puts it away. His other hand firmly grabs your shoulder, ready to gently push your body off him and let you sleep, but the weight of your head on his chest and the way your arm tightly embraces him makes Morpheus strangely reluctant to take any action. This intimacy, serenity... it feels like a memory of a carefree summer day; an afternoon of lush, red strawberries eaten in the shade of a big tree and washed down with cold, sour lemonade - a memory of a summer that will never happen again, a day in July painted in the most luscious colours of nostalgia and child laughter. Perhaps, he could stay like this for a minute or two...

[ozu-teapot]

The Scapegoat | Robert Hamer | 1959

Alec Guinness, Geoffrey Keen

[mitsua]

Deatables as love poems

Warnings: none Genre: fluff

Series: Obey me! SWD? Words' count: 0.22k

" Lines Depicting Simple Happiness " by Peter Gizzi

'It feels right to notice all the shiny things about you

About you there is nothing I wouldn’t want to know

With you nothing is simple yet nothing is simpler

About you many good things come into relation.'

" Camomile tea " by Katherine Mansfield

'We might be fifty, we might be five,

So snug, so compact, so wise are we!

Under the kitchen-table leg

My knee is pressing against their knee.

Our shutters are shut, the fire is low,

The tap is dripping peacefully;

The saucepan shadows on the wall

Are black and round and plain to see.'

" Rondel of Merciless Beauty " by Geoffrey Chaucer

'Upon my word, I tell you faithfully

Through life and after death you are my queen;

For with my death the whole truth shall be seen.

Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;

Their beauty shakes me who was once serene;

Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen.'

" Love Elegy in the Chinese Garden, with Koi " by Nathan McClain

'Because who hasn’t done that—

loved so intently even after everything

has gone? Love something that has washed

its hands of you? I like to think I’m different now,

that I’m enlightened somehow,

but who am I kidding?'

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