#great nana wanetta

[imtryingandtired]

Thanksgiving at the Thrombeys

Harlan raising a glass: happy thanksgiving everyone-

Richard: nothing happy about it when the Dems have stolen yet another election-

Ransom: did you even go to vote this year? Or are you still on the DL after the FBI came to the house asking where you were January 6th-

Walt butting in: Ransom your parents didn’t raise you right-

Ransom: and your kid can’t wait to dump you in a nursing home to make you someone else’s problem!

Joni cutting in: oh it’s been so long since we’ve last seen each other-

Wanetta: which one of you is lesbian…?

Ransom: uh no one here I don’t think..?

Wanetta, sad: oh..

Jacob texting on his phone: Megs bisexual for attention.

Meg: Jacobs been selling adderall to his classmates at school

Donna: w h a t-

Ransom: not all that surprised-

Donna worriedly looking over at Linda: hey didn’t you take pain killers like 10 minutes ago?

Linda, pouring herself a full glass: it’s not w o r k i n g-

[georgiapeach30513]

I’m honestly loving all the ransom talk. Knives out is one of the best movies IMO in the last ten years and man there’s so much to unpack with that film. And ransom…what a surprisingly fun but also interesting character.

I also think the only person in his family ransom cares about and wouldn’t hurt is Great nana. That flashback scene where he touches her arm as he’s leaving the party - a tender little clue.

I wish rian johnson hadn’t written him to be the ultimate villain in the end. I think it was too easy to make the guy everyone already hates and thinks is terrible truly that terrible. I wish he hadn’t been the one to switch the meds and marta just did it by accident. He finds out she’s freaking out so he helps her keep her fortune to spite his family - and she ends up sharing the fortune with him and great nana. And the rest of the family is left out cold.

He’s one of the only villain characters I wish got a better arc (I’m not really into villain types normally) but I don’t wish the same for miles bron in glass onion. Chris has an ability to play unsavory characters but virtually make him unhateable to the audience.

It was also very noticeable Lloyd from gray man - he’s awful but the majority of critics and online reviews had ppl cheering his character on and paying everyone else dust. He’s despicable - but ppl couldn’t hate him.

Like you said, he has the ability to make ppl draw to him onscreen. He’s fun to watch no matter he does. That is what acting should be about, right? Making the audience be interested in watching you bring someone to life on screen or stage. I think he also achieves that in Scott pilgrim (I haven’t seen the film but have seen the one Lucas lee clip). The character is so easily written to be hateable but somehow he is fun.

I think there is so much to explore with Ransom. Out of all the characters, including Marta, I feel he was the most nuanced. There is more to him. But also, it was a bit of a game for Ransom. Only two people could beat Harlan at Go.

I do think it was an easy out for Rian to make Ransom be the killer. I’d say several other characters had motive just as much.

I love that part with Ransom and Wanetta!! Not to mention, that’s the only name that she says, is Ransom. I have a feeling she saw Harlan in him. Harlan saw himself in Ransom. So it was a bit lackluster that it was Ransom.

He plays a likable villain well, I think. Could it be the natural charisma that he has? I don’t know. Whatever it is, it is a bit addicting. Lloyd is such an ass, but he was an enjoyable ass Six was a bit boring.

[kindaoffkilter]

K Callan, who plays Great Nana Thrombey, is 83. Christopher Plummer, who plays Nana’s son Harlan, is 90. For some reason, this blew my mind a little. I’d like to add that they DID use age makeup and costume on Callan, and finding someone old enough to be Plummer’s mother was unlikely as he’s 90. On Golden Girls, the character who played the mother (Sophia) to one of the others (Dorothy) was actually a year younger than her “daughter” and also younger than Betty White.

[lettalady]

[ Wanetta ‘Great Nana’ Thrombey ]

[what-is-your-plan-today]

Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

An Advent Calendar of 24 Normal Human Tasks As Performed By A Huge Man Baby.

Day 10: Shop Till You Drop

Warnings: Bad Language words

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N:  Instalment 10 of mine, @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ and @jennmurawski13​ ‘s telling of Ransom’s quest to become a normal human being. This time Ransom takes on a Supermarket…

Series Masterlist. 

“Will you stop!” You sighed, exasperatedly.

“Stop what?” Ransom frowned, tossing another box of Pop Tarts into the trolley he was pushing round the Supermarket

“Loading the trolley full of crap!”

“Why?”

“Because we don’t need it.”

“So?” he shrugged “I want it.”

You let out another groan “That’s all it ever boils down to with you isn’t it?”

“What the fuck is eating you today?” he snarked back, folding his arms across his chest. “Or is it more a case of nothing has eaten you, if you get my drift?”

“God you’re a fucking…” you growled and shook your head, “frankly the thought of you going near me at the moment makes me wanna puke. I’m tired. I have back ache and my legs are sore. We came in with a list and it should have taken us twenty minutes tops but oh no, you just keep stopping for a load of shit we don’t need and it's taking us twice as long and I just want to go home!”

The last word broke as you began to sob, the damned hormones flooding your system and Ransom’s eyes flew open in panic. He was used to your little outbursts thanks to his spawn growing inside of you, but this was the first time you’d had one in public.

“Y/N, stop.” He urged you, moving round the trolley towards you. He hesitated, before he opened his arms, clearly not sure if you were going to slap him or not but you didn’t have the energy. Instead you let him pull you to him, pressing your face into his sweater, breathing in his heady scent. His hands gently ran up your back as you fought for control, eventually pulling away as you looked up at him. His large hands cupped your face gently and he pressed his lips to yours, smirking a little “And you say I’m a brat?”

“Fuck off, Ransom.” You pulled away.

“Okay, okay!” he chuckled. “Look, why don’t you-“ he fished into his jeans pocket and handed you the keys to the Merc “-go wait in the car? I’ll finish up.”

“You’re going to finish getting the groceries?”

“Yeah.”

You blinked, before you shrugged “Fine, but don’t forget anything on that list or I swear to God you’ll be couched for a week.”

“Jesus, Y/N.” He plucked the list out of your hand, rolling his eyes “Just go for fucks sake.”

You glared at him once more before you turned on your heel and left him in the middle of the aisle, without so much as a look back. As you left through the exit, you took a deep breath, instantly feeling calmer and you felt a little guilty at your outburst as he hadn’t actually been doing much wrong. He had always been a pain in the ass when it came to shopping and you’d tried so hard to get him to stay at home, but he was insistent that he came to help. You should be grateful really, you knew that, he was only trying to ensure you didn’t do too much but all it resulted in was him getting on your last nerve and an emotional outburst like the one you’d just had.

True to form he’d been a complete fucking tool from the moment you set foot in the shop. Completely ignoring you and piling anything and everything he liked the look of into the trolley, even if you knew half of it would go to waste. But that was him and his damned family all over. More money than fucking sense.

Fuck it, he could deal with it. You were going to take a nap in the comfy passenger seat whilst he finished. And woe betide him try anything when you got home later on that evening, if he so much as made a single amorous advance towards you that night you’d rip his cock off.

****

Ransom watched Y/N stalk off away from him an exhaled, loudly, whilst also giving himself a mental pat on the back for being smart enough to tell her to go and wait in the car. Allowing her to rest whilst he complete the shopping was most certainly going to put him in her good books. And, if he played his cards right and even unloaded the groceries at the other end, he’d most certainly get a bit of bedroom fun later on.

Yup, Ransom Drysdale was a clever bastard.

That said, he did feel a tad guilty. He knew she’d been struggling the last few days with her back and seeing her burst into tears in the middle of Whole Foods had made him realise just how much energy she was using growing their baby. Maybe he had been a bit of a pain in the ass, but he hadn’t meant to be. He just liked what he liked and seeing as money wasn’t an issue why shouldn’t he get it?

He glanced down at the list, there wasn’t that much left on it. So he hastily made his way around the store allowing himself only one little detour for an unlisted item- some Lavender and Camomile bath salts for Y/N which he intended to use later when he drew her a bath to help her relax- and then made his way to the check outs.

This was the bit he hated, with a passion. Unloading and then waging a war with the damned items at the other end whilst he tried to bag them as quickly as the checkout ninja scanned them and slid them down to him. However, as luck would have it, today’s ‘ninja’ was more of a ‘nan-ja’, and to his relief the coffin-dodger took her time, having to bend so close to the screen to see the items her nose might as well have been touching it. This allowed him enough time to bag everything as Y/N did- raw meats separate, then chilled, frozen, fresh and tinned. He paused, as the final bag containing the 3 bottles of his preferred wine and a 4 pack of beer felt a little strained and he pondered double bagging. But decided against it. It was only going in the back of the car from the trolley, he’d just make sure to support it underneath.

Eventually the woman, who now he studied her must have been the same age as his fucking Great-Nana Wanetta, scanned the last item which was a bar of Y/N’s favourite chocolate he’d picked up from the stand at the end of the checkout, and turned to him smiling. She read out the total and he passed his card over, looking around as she scanned it and pressed a few buttons. Finally, the ordeal was over and he took his card and receipt before making his way back outside.

Job well done, even if he did say so himself.

He pushed the trolley over the car park, stopping only to hurl abuse at some absolute moron in a Toyota who nearly took him out when he skidded round the corner, and opened the trunk to the car. He loaded the bags, took the trolley back (well, he pushed it to the spare space besides the car because fuck walking over to the Trolley Park, that’s what they paid the simpleton in the hat and hi-viz to do) and made his way to the driver’s door. He dropped in besides his girl and she turned to face him, a smile spreading across her face as he handed her the Hershey’s.

“Feeling better?” he asked.

“Yeah. I’m sorry.”

“Its ok baby.” He smiled at her as she leaned over to give him a soft kiss “Cooking my boy is zapping it outta you huh?”

“Just a tad.” She shrugged “But I shouldn’t have snapped. Thank you for finishing up.”

Ransom shrugged “No big deal.” he gave her another quick kiss before he put the car in reverse and drove towards the parking lot exit, a soft smirk playing on his handsome face

Yup, he was off Santa’s Naughty List for sure.

*****

“Go and put your feet up, I got this.” Ransom assured you as you made your way to the trunk to help unload the shopping.

"You sure?"

“Positive.” He nodded, his arms wrapping around you from behind, large hands sweeping over the front of your jacket, softly caressing your bump. “It won’t take me long to unload and put it all away. Then we can curl up and I’ll order us that pizza you’ve been talking about all day.”

“Extra olives?”

“Whatever you want.” He pressed a kiss to your neck and you bit your lip. You had to admit, that did sound like a damned fine idea. And, to be honest, he was pretty good at unpacking groceries, that was one area he was actually trained in after years of you whipping him into shape.

“Okay.” You tilted your head round to look at him, giving him a quick kiss “Can you keep the mincemeat out for tomorrow’s dinner and the rest of the meat-“

“Can go in the freezer, yeah, I know.” He stepped back, reaching for a bag “I’m not a complete moron.”

“Debatable.” You muttered, ignoring the eye-roll that came your way as you stepped away from him. You headed to the front door, your pace slow as your baby was doing what felt like the tango in your belly. He seemed to be doing that a lot recently, especially when Ransom had touched your bump and spoken to you, almost like he was reacting directly to his Daddy. When you’d told Ransom so the previous night, he’d positively beamed at you with pure unadulterated love on his features, something which you were sure no one but you ever saw. You rubbed your belly, a soft smile on your face, telling your unborn son to quieten down a little, and you’d just unlocked the door when you heard a loud yell, followed by the smashing of glass and a string of expletives from your husband.

“Mother fucking, asshole, bastard crap bag!”

You spun round to see Ransom stood with a carrier bag in his hand, the bottom flapping as it had completely given way. Green and brown glass littered your drive way as a pool of red-wine and beer swam around his expensive chukkas. He screwed the bag up, tossing it into the trunk as he ran a hand through his hair, growling in annoyance.

“How much did you just drop all over the drive way?” you asked and he peeked up at you and grimaced.

“Eighty bucks worth. That was some quality merlot.”

“Well, maybe next time you’ll remember to double bag.” You shook your head, before you nodded to it “Make sure you clean that up. I’d hate to reverse over it and get another flat. Woe betide we have a performance like last time.”

“Oh, I dunno.” He quipped, a smirk spreading across his face “I happen to think the performance last time was pretty good. You certainly didn’t have any complaints once I got you back inside and sat on my face.”

You blinked, before you scoffed and shook your head “Do you know where the brush and dustpan is or should I draw you a map?”

“Fuck you.” He shot back, his eyes narrowed in a glare and you grinned, shrugging.

“Maybe later.” and with that you headed inside leaving him to grieve for his precious alcohol, which had been taken from him far too soon…

[wiypt-writes]

Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

An Advent Calendar of 24 Normal Human Tasks As Performed By A Huge Man Baby.

Day 10: Shop Till You Drop

Warnings: Bad Language words

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N:  Instalment 10 of mine, @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ and @ohthankevans13​ telling of Ransom’s quest to become a normal human being. This time Ransom takes on a Super Market…

Series Masterlist

“Will you stop!” You sighed, exasperatedly.

“Stop what?” Ransom frowned, tossing another box of Pop Tarts into the trolley he was pushing round the Supermarket

“Loading the trolley full of crap!”

“Why?”

“Because we don’t need it.”

“So?” he shrugged “I want it.”

You let out another groan “That’s all it ever boils down to with you isn’t it?”

“What the fuck is eating you today?” he snarked back, folding his arms across his chest. “Or is more a case of nothing has eaten you, if you get my drift?”

“God you’re a fucking…” you growled and shook your head, “frankly the thought of you going near me at the moment makes me wanna puke. I’m tired. I have back ache and my legs are sore. We came in with a list and it should have taken us twenty minutes tops but oh no, you just keep stopping for a load of shit we don’t need and its taking us twice as long and I just want to go home!”

The last word broke as you began to sob, the damned hormones flooding your system and Ransom’s eyes flew open in panic. He was used to your little outbursts thanks to his spawn growing inside of you, but this was the first time you’d had one in public.

“Y/N, stop.” He urged you, moving round the trolley towards you. He hesitated, before he opened his arms, clearly not sure if you were going to slap him or not but you didn’t have the energy. Instead you let him pull you to him, pressing your face into his sweater, breathing in his heady scent. His hands gently ran up your back as you fought for control, eventually pulling away as you looked up at him. His large hands cupped your face gently and he pressed his lips to yours, smirking a little “And you say I’m a brat?”

“Fuck off, Ransom.” You pulled away.

“Okay, okay!” he chuckled. “Look, why don’t you-“ he fished into his jeans pocket and handed you the keys to the Merc “-go wait in the car? I’ll finish up.”

“You’re going to finish getting the groceries?”

“Yeah.”

You blinked, before you shrugged “Fine, but don’t forget anything on that list or I swear to God you’ll be couched for a week.”

“Jesus, Y/N.” He plucked the list out of your hand, rolling his eyes “Just go for fucks sake.”

You glared at him once more before you turned on your heel and left him in the middle of the aisle, without so much as a look back. As you left through the exit, you took a deep breath, instantly feeling calmer and you felt a little guilty at your outburst as he hadn’t actually been doing much wrong. He had always been a pain in the ass when it came to shopping and you’d tried so hard to get him to stay at home, but he was insistent that he came to help. You should be grateful really, you knew that, he was only trying to ensure you didn’t do too much but all it resulted in was him getting on your last nerve and an emotional outburst like the one you’d just had.

True to form he’d been a complete fucking tool from the moment you set foot in the shop. Completely ignoring you and piling anything and everything he liked the look of into the trolley, even if you knew half of it would go to waste. But that was him and his damned family all over. More money than fucking sense.

Fuck it, he could deal with it. You were going to take a nap in the comfy passenger seat whilst he finished. And woe betide him try anything when you got home later on that evening, if he so much as made a single amorous advance towards you that night you’d rip his cock off.

**** Ransom watched Y/N stalk off away from him an exhaled, loudly, whilst also giving himself a mental pat on the back for being smart enough to tell her to go and wait in the car. Allowing her to rest whilst he complete the shopping was most certainly going to put him in her good books. And, if he played his cards right and even unloaded the groceries at the other end, he’d most certainly get a bit of bedroom fun later on.

Yup, Ransom Drysdale was a clever bastard.

That said, he did feel a tad guilty. He knew she’d been struggling the last few days with her back and seeing her burst into tears in the middle of Whole Foods had made him realise just how much energy she was using growing their baby. Maybe he had been a bit of a pain in the ass, but he hadn’t meant to be. He just liked what he liked and seeing as money wasn’t an issue why shouldn’t he get it?

He glanced down at the list, there wasn’t that much left on it. So, he hastily made his way around the store allowing himself only one little detour for an unlisted item- some Lavender and Camomile bath salts for Y/N which he intended to use later when he drew her a bath to help her relax- and then made his way to the check outs.

This was the bit he hated, with a passion. Unloading and then waging a war with the damned items at the other end whilst he tried to bag them as quickly as the checkout ninja scanned them and slid them down to him. However, as luck would have it, today’s ‘ninja’ was more of a ‘nan-ja’, and to his relief the coffin-dodger took her time, having to bend so close to the screen to see the items her nose might as well have been touching it. This allowed him enough time to bag everything as Y/N did- raw meats separate, then chilled, frozen, fresh and tinned. He paused, as the final bag containing the 3 bottles of his preferred wine and a 4 pack of beer felt a little strained and he pondered double bagging. But decided against it. It was only going in the back of the car from the trolley, he’d just make sure to support it underneath.

Eventually the woman, who now he studied her must have been the same age as his fucking Great-Nana Wanetta, scanned the last item which was a bar of Y/N’s favourite chocolate he’d picked up from the stand at the end of the checkout, and turned to him smiling. She read out the total and he passed his card over, looking around as she scanned it and pressed a few buttons. Finally, the ordeal was over and he took his card and receipt before making his way back outside.

Job well done, even if he did say so himself.

He pushed the trolley over the car park, stopping only to hurl abuse at some absolute moron in a Toyota who nearly took him out when he skidded round the corner, and opened the trunk to the car. He loaded the bags, took the trolley back (well, he pushed it to the spare space besides he car because fuck walking over to the Trolley Park, that’s what they paid the simpleton in the hat and hi-viz to do) and made his way to the driver’s door. He dropped in besides his girl and she turned to face him, a smile spreading across her face as he handed her the Hershey’s.

“Feeling better?” he asked.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“Its ok baby.” He smiled at her as she leaned over to give him a soft kiss “Cooking my boy is zapping it outta you huh?”

“Just a tad.” She shrugged “But I shouldn’t have snapped. Thank you for finishing up.”

Ransom shrugged “No big deal.” he gave he another quick kiss before he put the car in reverse and drove towards the parking lot exit, a soft smirk playing on his handsome face

Yup, he was off Santa’s Naughty List for sure.

***** “Go and put your feet up, I got this.” Ransom assured you as you made your way to the trunk to help unload the shopping.

“Sure?”

“Positive.” He nodded, his arms wrapping around you from behind, large hands sweeping over the front of your jacket, softly caressing your bump. “It won’t take me long to unload and put it all away. Then we can curl up and I’ll order us that pizza you’ve been talking about all day.”

He pressed a kiss to your neck and you bit your lip. You had to admit, that did sound like a damned fine idea. And, to be honest, he was pretty good at unpacking groceries, that was one area he was actually trained in after years of you whipping him into shape.

“Okay.” You tilted your head round to look at him, giving him a quick kiss “Can you keep the mincemeat out for tomorrow’s dinner and the rest of the meat-“

“Can go in the freezer, yeah, I know.” He stepped back, reaching for a bag “I’m not a complete moron.”

“Debatable.” You muttered, ignoring the eye-roll that came your way as you turned around. You headed to the front door, your pace slow as your baby was doing what felt like the tango in your belly. He seemed to be doing that a lot recently, and you were convinced he was reacting to Ransom’s voice, something which you’d told him the previous night making him positively beam at you with pure unadulterated love on his features, something which you were sure no one but you saw. You rubbed your belly, a soft smile on your face, telling your unborn son to quieten down a little, and you’d just unlocked the door when you heard a loud yell, followed by the smashing of glass and a string of expletives from your husband.

“Mother fucking, asshole, bastard crap bag!”

You spun round to see Ransom stood with a carrier bag in his hand, the bottom flapping as it had completely given way. Green and brown glass littered your drive way as a pool of red-wine and beer swam around his expensive chukkas. He screwed the bag up, tossing it into the trunk as he ran a hand through his hair, growling in annoyance.

“How much did you just drop all over the drive way?” you asked and he peeked up at you and grimaced.

“Eighty bucks worth. That was some quality merlot.”

“Well, maybe next time you’ll remember to double bag.” You shook your head, before you nodded to it “Make sure you clean that up. I’d hate to reverse over it and get another flat. Woe betide we have a performance like last time.”

“Oh, I dunno.” He quipped, a smirk spreading across his face “I happen to think the performance last time was pretty good. You certainly didn’t have any complaints once I got you back inside and sat on my face.”

You blinked, before you scoffed and shook your head “Do you know where the brush and dustpan is or should I draw you a map?”

“Fuck you.” He shot back, his eyes narrowed in a glare and you grinned, shrugging.

“Maybe later.” and with that you headed inside leaving him to grieve for his precious alcohol, which had been taken from him far too soon…

[likeahorribledream]

Everytime I rewatch K.O. I notice new details. In the fam interviews Ran is shown storming out, handing a piece of cake to great nana wanetta b4 leaving in Linda’s story. In Walt’s flashback (&other times it’s shown) it just shows him leaving & her sitting there w/ or w/out cake already. I’d like to believe he gave her the cake. He may be the black sheep of the family, arrogant and selfish, but even tho he and Harlan had heated arguments, I think he respected him(playing Go, being his assistant

Pt2: they had a love/hate relationship but Ran respected him I think. And Great Nana was probs the only other person in his life to give him any ounce of GENUINE love and affection. I wld think he’s got a secret soft spot 4 her under that tough exterior. & idk 4 sure but she’s probs only rich cuz of Harlan’s success. She probs gave him a childhood filled w/ love, fun & hugs. Seeing how Ran was cast aside by his own parents (making him the “black sheep”) she probs tried providing what he lacked-

Pt3: In anyway she could. Idk I’m rambling & blowing up your inbox but it’s an observation I made awhile ago and had to share it w/someone😬 What do you think about my theories? Im not trying to make him softer than he is, but I truly believe Harlan and Wanetta were the only people who saw him for all he was and all he could be- his potential. All of this to say, I think he stopped on his way out, had a lil convo w/ her and cut her some cake. 🥺 What’s your opinion? 😊

Hi!! I'm so excited for this. Ok so, I'm a firm believer that Ransom is a bad person because of his family and how they treated him. You can tell his attitude comes from his family and not necessarily from him. Just by the way they all attack him and just stands there and laughs it off like it's no big deal because he's used to being attacked and insulted. Personally in my stories I always make Ransom into a softie because I sincerely think that deep down that's what he is.

I think that Harlan cutting him off was a big betrayal because like you said, they had a bond and he probably felt like Harlan thought he was trash like the rest of his family. That was the last push he needed and he tilted.

Now, I'm not psychiatrist so maybe I'm all wrong and he's just a sociopath 😂 but in my heart I believe that Ransom has some good in him. I mean clearly mental issues run into his family, Walt is very agressive.

If you want to talk more about soft Ransom, feel free to DM me anytime 💁🏼‍♀️

[bearholdingashark]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Knives Out (2019) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Benoit Blanc/Marta Cabrera Characters: Lieutenant Elliott (Knives Out), Trooper Wagner (Knives Out), Meg Thrombey, Joni Thrombey, Great Nana Wanetta Thrombey, Alice Cabrera, Marta Cabrera's Mother, Marta Cabrera, Benoit Blanc (Knives Out) Additional Tags: POV Outsider Summary:

The news of Benoit and Marta's engagement breaks and everyone has an opinion.

[iamsamball93]

Knives Out (2019) - Film Review (SPOILER-FREE)

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“The movie highlight of my year”

SPOILER FREE (Spoiler version found here)

From the opening shot of Knives Out (which filled me with We Have Always Lived In A Castle vibes, having re-watched it two days prior) it whiffed of entitlement, mystery and the need to delve into the heart of the mansion. The clever nature of director Rian Johnson’s approach to murder mystery fiction, segues beautifully into a revitalised genre that takes hints of Agatha Christie and a much loved family boardgame (Leiutenant Elliott says it himself), combines it spectacularly with the incorrigible Thrombey’s and great comedic lines, and produces a current storytelling to further mass appeal of a once-overplayed narrative.

Lieutenant Elliott (Lakeith Stanfield) makes it clear from the get-go that good old Harlan Thrombey (Christopher Plummer), father to three obnoxious spoon-fed and entitled ‘I’ve worked my way from the bottom to the top’ adults, committed suicide on the very evening of his eighty-fifth birthday, shortly after a bust up with spoiled grandson Ransom (Chris Evans), influencer and lifestyle guru daughter-in-law Joni (Toni Collette), too-big-for-his-boots son Walt (Michael Shannon) and cheating son-in-law Richard (Don Johnson). Enter CSI: KFC himself, Benoit Blanc, the witty Kentucky Poirot-esque detective who has all the charm I never imagined Daniel Craig to have, and that in itself was worth the ticket price alone. From the trailer I was mildly disturbed by his portrayal of the accent, but as the film proceeded, I was sort of drawn in in ways I don’t even want to disclose or even give a second thought to – that and the disturbance of his random piano key tinkling to speed everyone’s storytelling along.

The show-stealer, by far, isn’t one of the big Hollywood names, but rather Ana de Armas, Harlan’s sweet nurse Marta who finds herself amidst the murder of her friend, and fast finds herself as Blanc’s trusty sidekick, probably largely due to her somewhat bizarre condition of vomiting on cue after she tells a lie. It would appear that the girl who everyone refers to as ‘one of the family’ really is an outcast to the Thrombey’s, does anyone even know where she’s actually from or are they taking stabs in the dark? And what’s with Richard handing her a used plate like she’s a maid? Jamie Lee Curtis is definitely a smashing contender though.

The one term that swirled around my mind for the duration of the two-hour feature was, clever. Pop-culture references instantly detected by super nerd Trooper Wagner (he seems like a closet Tumblr user), initially squashing the foreign stereotype of Marta being ‘the help’ the moment she steps up to the Thrombey home and greeted by Harlan’s grand-daughter Meg (Katharine Langford), and the moment you think you understand the direction of the well depicted plot, another twist weaves it way in and you’re left feeling clueless once again with no choice but to follow the proverbial yellow brick road until you find clarity. Numerous plot devices are not messily blended, but carefully placed to only enhance the viewing pleasure and not detract or make one lose focus and question intention.

If I may digress momentarily, and externalise my internal fascination with a certain Bostonian actor, my attention was diverted on numerous occasions by the length of Chris Evans’ eyelashes, they’re not for the fainthearted, that cable knit jumper, and goodness me, that soft, murder blue sweater that was most certainly intent on finishing me off rather than make me vilify him even further. Oh Ransom, you do make it difficult to detest.

Upon a somewhat rushed second viewing, my thoughts only seemed to be greatly enhanced by dear old nana Wanetta, who I’m certain lived to an unknown, and irrelevant, age just to witness the true criminal escape down the mansion’s trellis, only so she could watch them finally have their comeuppance and experience the hard ships of life – from a prison cell. I too would be so cunning and petty.

Throughout the twists and turns and final theatrical reveal, the most surprising element to the whole tale is not the fact we find out the killer slap bang in the middle of the film, it’s the heart the story really depicts. Sure the family are all full of rich, white privilege, but I left the movie theatre with a lot of love in my heart for a few characters and an absurd amount of anger for others considering it was a comedic whodunnit.

I’m sorry, Agatha Christie who? I only know Rian Johnson.

[ransomheld]

tag drop 2 - people.

[hepbern82]

Faux Fur Scarf, Tweed Jacket, Shoes, Paisley Dress, Glasses, Beret, Hat Brooch, Necklace

Great Nana is a magpie funball. What’s she doing? No one knows? Has she eaten? Yes, she ate everything. She’s just sneaky about it. What on earth is she wearing? Everything. She wanders in the background, mostly ignored, and by far the most interesting person in any room. Nana is also adorable and hilarious. Played by K Callan, she steals every bit she’s in.

Lady Cosplay: Great Nana Wanetta from Knives Out Faux Fur Scarf, Tweed Jacket, Shoes, Paisley Dress, Glasses, Beret

[ao3feed-benoitxmarta]

DC's Knives Out Drabbles

by darnedchild

A collection of Knives Out!verse 100 or 200 word drabbles or one shot fics that are 1000 words or less. Part 1 is a Table of Contents so you don't have to flip through all the chapters to find a specific drabble.

Words: 239, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Knives Out (2019)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Benoit Blanc (Knives Out), Marta Cabrera, Harlan Thrombey, Linda Drysdale, Thrombey Family (Knives Out), Great Nana Wanetta Thrombey, Meg Thrombey

Relationships: Benoit Blanc/Marta Cabrera, Marta Cabrera & Harlan Thrombey

Additional Tags: Alice (Marta's Sister), Will add new tags as needed, Drabbles

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/25112269

[iamsamball93]

Knives Out (2019) - Film Review (SPOILERS)

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

“The movie highlight of my year”

SPOILERS AHEAD (Spoiler-free version found here)

From the opening shot of Knives Out (which filled me with We Have Always Lived In A Castle vibes, having re-watched it two days prior) it whiffed of entitlement, mystery and the need to delve into the heart of the mansion. The clever nature of director Rian Johnson’s approach to murder mystery fiction, segues beautifully into a revitalised genre that takes hints of Agatha Christie and a much loved family boardgame (Leiutenant Elliott says it himself), combines it spectacularly with the incorrigible Thrombey’s and great comedic lines, and produces a current storytelling to further mass appeal of a once-overplayed narrative.

Lieutenant Elliott (Lakeith Stanfield) makes it clear from the get-go that good old Harlan Thrombey (Christopher Plummer), father to three obnoxious spoon-fed and entitled ‘I’ve worked my way from the bottom to the top’ adults, committed suicide on the very evening of his eighty-fifth birthday, shortly after a bust up with spoiled grandson Ransom, influencer and lifestyle guru daughter-in-law Joni (Toni Collette), too-big-for-his-boots son Walt (Michael Shannon) and cheating son-in-law Richard (Don Johnson). Enter CSI: KFC himself, Benoit Blanc, the witty Kentucky Poirot-esque detective who has all the charm I never imagined Daniel Craig to have, and that in itself was worth the ticket price alone. From the trailer I was mildly disturbed by his portrayal of the accent, but as the film proceeded, I was sort of drawn in in ways I don’t even want to disclose or even give a second thought to – that and the disturbance of his random piano key tinkling to speed everyone’s storytelling along.

The show-stealer, by far, isn’t one of the big Hollywood names, but rather Ana de Armas, Harlan’s sweet nurse Marta who finds herself amidst the murder of her friend, and fast finds herself as Blanc’s trusty sidekick, probably largely due to her somewhat bizarre condition of vomiting on cue after she tells a lie. It would appear that the girl who everyone refers to as ‘one of the family’ really is an outcast to the Thrombey’s, does anyone even know where she’s actually from or are they taking stabs in the dark? And what’s with Richard handing her a used plate like she’s a maid? Jamie Lee Curtis is definitely a smashing contender though.

The one term that swirled around my mind for the duration of the two-hour feature was, clever. Pop-culture references instantly detected by super nerd Trooper Wagner (he seems like a closet Tumblr user), initially squashing the foreign stereotype of Marta being ‘the help’ the moment she steps up to the Thrombey home and greeted by Harlan’s grand-daughter Meg (Katharine Langford), and the moment you think you understand the direction of the well depicted plot, another twist weaves it way in and you’re left feeling clueless once again with no choice but to follow the proverbial yellow brick road until you find clarity. That’s not to mention the murder inception of a murder mystery film, being based on the ‘murder’, of a murder mystery writer. Numerous plot devices are not messily blended, but carefully placed to only enhance the viewing pleasure and not detract or make one lose focus and question intention.

If I may digress momentarily, and externalise my internal fascination with a certain Bostonian actor, my attention was diverted on numerous occasions by the length of Chris Evans’ eyelashes, they’re not for the fainthearted, that cable knit jumper, and goodness me, that soft, murder blue sweater that was most certainly intent on finishing me off rather than make me vilify him even further. Oh Ransom, you do make it difficult to detest.

Upon a somewhat rushed second viewing, my thoughts only seemed to be greatly enhanced by dear old nana Wanetta, who I’m certain lived to an unknown, and irrelevant, age just to witness her truly vile grandson escaping down the mansion’s trellis, and then to watch the trust-fund playboy finally have his comeuppance and face up to a less than privileged lifestyle – from a prison cell. I too would be so cunning and petty.

Throughout the twists and turns and final theatrical reveal, the most surprising element to the whole tale is not the fact we find out the killer slap bang in the middle of the film, nor the victim staging his own suicide and coming up with an elaborate tale to save her skin, it’s the heart the story really depicts. Sure the family are all full of rich, white privilege, but I left the movie theatre with a lot of love in my heart for a few characters and an absurd amount of anger for others considering it was a comedic whodunnit.

Now if you don’t mind, I’m off to make a call to Ana de Armas to see if she’s seeking a lodger to move into the Cabrera Mansion so we can sip expensive coffee from the balcony and laugh at the family’s world bursting into flames. And make Rian Johnson promise me a sequel.

The main murder isn’t really a murder, but a murder sure does take place.

[ao3feed-benoitxmarta]

Let's Give Them Something to Talk About

by Spacecadet72

The news of Benoit and Marta's engagement breaks and everyone has an opinion.

Words: 1693, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Knives Out (2019)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Lieutenant Elliott (Knives Out), Trooper Wagner (Knives Out), Meg Thrombey, Joni Thrombey, Great Nana Wanetta Thrombey, Alice Cabrera, Marta Cabrera's Mother, Marta Cabrera, Benoit Blanc (Knives Out)

Relationships: Benoit Blanc/Marta Cabrera

Additional Tags: POV Outsider

source http://archiveofourown.org/works/22890841