John Cassavetes on his research process for Opening Night (1977)
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Pamphlet for "Opening Night" Published in 1990
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That one time we get to see Maurice's room, in Opening Night. And he has a photo of Archie, from Husbands on his wall.
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Was trying to look up Kermit's age in the original Muppet Show cause I wanted to know how old he's supposed to be and instead was alerted to the existence of A REAL KERMIT FROG
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ok let's do this!
Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.
thanks to @tinnurin for the tag!
The experience of awakening from stasis depends strongly on the skill of the individual supervising the process. (x)
“Present Mic? Sir?” The doctor looks unhappy, probably because Present Mic wasn’t really listening, but Mic’s been through enough meetings like this to know what he’s going to hear already. (x)
LittleMissSigrid: we’re fucked. (x)
Bard’s been seeing Thranduil for a year and change, and he’s known about Thranduil’s real job for the vast majority of that year, but every time he steps into the romance novel section of a bookstore, he’s shocked all over again by the sheer number of titles with Thranduil’s alias printed on the spines. (x)
There are rules about taking calls from parents on personal cell phones, but the school hasn’t given Shōta a cell phone, and he’s not waiting around at school for parents to make their weekly check-in calls. (x)
The day Bard’s twin sister discovered her soulmate was never going to be the happiest day of Bard’s life, for a whole host of reasons. (x)
“Well, that’s everything sorted out,” the real estate agent says. (x)
Every so often Bard thinks about the pile of his school papers his mother saved, his drawings and homework assignments and report cards. (x)
Hizashi hurries down the steps from the train station, moving just a little too fast for the small hand grasping his to keep up. (x)
The night is cold and dark, and the makeshift tent not nearly enough to keep out the wind and snow; Thorin fumbles for flint and striker in the blackness, cursing the clumsiness of his hands. (x)
tagging @dogblessyoutascha @lonelyheartsmotel @corndog-patrol @rainbowvamp @herawell @pomgore and anybody else who's interested!
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“I'm looking for a way to play this part where age doesn't make any difference. Age isn't interesting. Age is depressing. Age is dull. Age doesn't have anything to do with anything.”
GENA ROWLANDS in OPENING NIGHT
1977, dir. John Cassavetes
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