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classichorrorblog · 1 year
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The Burning (1981)
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badmovieihave · 1 year
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Bad movie I have Dances with Wolves 1990
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slimewalk · 2 years
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adamwatchesmovies · 1 year
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The Burning (1981)
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Every film genre is worth exploring but of course, it’s best to prioritize the groundbreaking, innovative and defining examples. If you wish to explore the slasher genre, have already memorized Halloween, have hammered out a definitive ranking for all of the Friday the 13th films and want something less "out there" than A Nightmare on Elm Street, then you're in the right mood for The Burning. With iconic imagery, high levels of suspense, plus everything you want from a movie about a killer in the woods, it’ll leave horror fans pleased.
5 years ago at Camp Blackfoot, a prank gone wrong gave the caretaker suffering horrific burns. Once released from the hospital, Cropsy (Lou David) sets out to punish the campers of Camp Stonewater, whose teenagers are all too similar to those who disfigured him.
If you scoff at the idea of young adults being cut to ribbons as entertainment and think gore only belongs in war movies - and even then, only to make a point about how wrong violence is - you’ve got no business watching The Burning. Even if you embrace the genre, the day-for-night scenes and occasionally dated character interactions (or maybe that's just how things were back then) will still make you cringe. You get over it thanks to the ample visceral thrills. Cropsy’s signature weapon is a pair of garden shears/hedge clippers. While a knife might slip quietly between your ribs and a machete will embed itself into your skull, this tool’s specialty is to sever, which is a whole lot of unsettling. To avoid repetition, the film’s body count showcases multiple ways to slay: impalements, stabbings, slashings, etc. If you want blood and gore, this movie’s got plenty without overindulging. You get enough to be shocked but the objective isn’t to gross out.
Plot-wise, everything follows a believable logic. Cropsy used to work at a camp. He knows how things operate, when campers will become isolated and how to cover up his crimes. His murders go undetected for as long as they do because he's careful. There are a lot of campers in the film and they all have their individual stories going on. Sally (Carrick Glenn) holds a grudge against Alfred (Brian Backer) after he tries to scare her in the shower. He says he was just trying to get back at her boyfriend, Glazer (Larry Joshua) who has been mercilessly bullying him. Karen (Carolyn Houlihan) is being pressured to have sex with Eddy (Ned Eisenberg). They have an argument and meanwhile, Cropsy is watching. You get a feeling the killer is always just outside of view, waiting for the right opportunity to strike. The multitude of possible victims, along with the casual sexism of the late ‘70s/early ‘80s makes it difficult to pinpoint who is “good enough” to survive and who will be “punished” by Cropsy. When something goes wrong, everyone assumes it’s the kids trying to pulll pranks or over engaging in teenage drama. No one could suspect the truth but you know and you’re nervously watching, wondering what’s coming next.
The Burning deviates enough from the formula to keep things interesting but also retains what made the genre so popular in its heyday. The gore, makeup and special effects are impressive. The sight of those shears gleaming in the summer light as Cropsy prepares to sink them into his next victim's flesh is hard to forget. It's not reinventing the wheel, it might be tasteless and occasionally dated but what clenches it as a good movie is the conclusion. We get a terrific, final scare; a thematically appropriate final note that makes you eager to revisit The Burning again. (On Blu-ray, November 13, 2020)
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hawkmoon269 · 15 days
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The Joshua Tree Tour 2017, São Paulo, Brazil 🇧🇷 [X]
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killingfrankie · 1 month
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i can’t stay silent anymore. high school musical: the musical: the series produced BANGER AFTER BANGER AFTER BANGER.
truth, justice and sings in our key? BANGER. born to be brave? BANGER. wondering? BANGER. a billion sorry’s? BANGER. i think i kinda you know? BANGER. the rose song? BANGER. right place? BANGER. 1-2-3? BANGER. red means love? granted? BANGERS. second chance? rising? here i come? ALL BANGERS. call it what you want? BANGERRRRR.
and tbh i sometimes (most of the time) think the hsmtmts cast outdid the OG cast😶‍🌫️😬
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kellymagovern · 8 months
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U2 - "Where the Streets Have No Name" [x]
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kemetic-dreams · 1 year
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Bose Ikard (ca. 1840s–1929) was an African American cowboy who participated in the pioneering cattle drives on what became known as the Goodnight–Loving Trail, after the American Civil War and through 1869. Aspects of his life inspired the fictional character Joshua Deets, the African-American cowboy in Larry McMurtry‘s novel Lonesome Dove.
Bose Ikard was born into slavery around 1847 or in 1843 in Summerville, Noxubee County, Mississippi. He lived with his master’s family prior to the Civil War, becoming a ranch hand and cowboy as he grew up in Texas after the Ikards moved from Mississippi to Parker County, Texas. On the post-war cattle drives, Ikard served as a tracker, a cowboy and as Charles Goodnight‘s de facto banker, often carrying thousands of dollars in cash until the money could be deposited. After his last cattle drive in 1869, Ikard settled in Parker County, becoming a farmer and raising a family with his wife Angeline.
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hl-obsessed · 22 days
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ALRIGHT JOSH
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jamlessjj · 2 months
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“Where The Streets Have No Name” opening — piano reduction arranged by me; transcribed from The Joshua Tree recording via dictation
I do not want to talk about how late I stayed up dictating the Streets opening ! ! I believe it has been described as a “wall of sound” which makes sense, as all these individual pitches blend together so seamlessly in the recording it really does just sound like one all-encompassing Noise. This is a great thing in my eyes, as it further proves the point of the Roman numeral analysis I’m working on. Of course, the actual chord progression happening here works to obscure the song’s home key, which ties in with the whole album’s discussion of place and belonging. BUT the voice leading and organization of pitches, the adding and omitting of certain pitches, etc. also play a huge role in the emotional appeal of these chords—individual pitches, too, are obscured. UGH I love it! It made the process of picking out notes one by one and putting them onto a piece of sheet music all the more thrilling.
Consider this a sneak peak of the aforementioned Roman numeral analysis. I wanted to be sure I provide an audio reference of the transcription I’ll be using to analyze Streets, but didn’t want you all to suffer through the crispy MuseScore MIDI piano audio. Besides, I think much of this particular song’s emotional impact comes from the interaction between person and instrument. So, I recorded myself playing it.
I’ve got a few more things to put into MuseScore and some evidence to gather from an essay on TJT, and then I’ll be putting my analysis together!
I should mention: piano is NOT my primary instrument, so if there are any piano primaries watching this, I apologize, haha.
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easthighseblos · 6 months
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forever missing them 🫶🏻
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awesomefringey · 1 year
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I wonder what their conversations looks like LOL
Awww, iHeartRadio knows exactly what they're doing here (*snorts in wOrLds cOLliDe*) and Lloyd and Joshua are both nominated for best tour photographer for the 2023 iHeartRadio Music Awards.
They have both commented on each other's IG profiles in the past, so I love to see that they're actually friends who get drinks and catch up! Wonder about what... 😏
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suspensionbridges · 5 months
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ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄᴀʟ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄᴀʟ: ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ - ʀɪᴄᴋʏ ʙᴏᴡᴇɴ | ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 2
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llovelymoonn · 2 years
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favourite poems of october
joseph brodsky collected poems in english, 1972-1999: “the hawk’s cry in autumn”
natalie diaz it was the animals
ruth stone as real as life
muriel rukeyser the collected poems of muriel rukeyser: “käthe kollwitz”
naomi shihab nye grape leaves: a century of arab american poetry: “making a fist”
larry levis elegy: “elegy with a chimneysweep falling inside it”
emily berry arlene and esme
erika meitner copia: “yizker bukh”
aracelic girmay sister was the wolf
joshua beckham take it: “[dark mornings shown thy mask]”
dana levin you will never get death / out of your system
delmore schwartz summer knowledge: selected poems (1938-1958): “darkling summer, ominous dusk, rumorous rain”
matthew olzmann mountain dew commercial disguised as a love poem
ghazal (@dobaara) my anger and loneliness are lovers
nikki allen search party: names for my mother
ellora sutton (newborn)
emily skaja letter to s, hospital
benjamín naka-hasebe kingsley born year of the uma
hieu minh nguyen litany for the animals who run from me
brandy nālani mcdougall he mele aloha no ka niu
ai vice: new and selected poems: “cuba, 1962″
gig ryan civil twilight
troy osaki o heat we protest
nick carbó andalusian dawn: “directions to my imaginary childhood”
chen chen i’m not a religious person but
sally wen mao oculus: “anna may wong stars as cyborg #86″
srikanth reddy voyager: “book three: 19″
golden & when they come for me (reprise)
natalie scenters-zapico notes on my present: a contrapuntal
evan knoll blood makes the blade holy
jesús papolete meléndez hey yo! yo soy!: 40 years of nuyorician street poetry a bilinguial edition: “of a butterfly in el barrio or a stranger in paradise”
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hawkmoon269 · 2 months
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Good and gorgeous photos of the band.
Save the Yuppies Free Concert, San Francisco, CA, 1987.
🌐 Source: prisionersofrockandrollphotos.com
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