#steven schneider

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[refinedstorage]

Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989)

[lyssahumana]

[abs0luteb4stard]

W A T C H I N G

[palepigeon]

Familiar; Like someone I used to be?

alternative title; a cat hisses at a dog because of voices in their head.

If there's one thing Critter hated more than anything, it's pity.

Which kind of sucks, because that's all she gets from people in the suitcase.

Especially Sonetto.

It could be seen as her simply trying to be as helpful as possible - That's kind of her thing, after all- such a loyal puppy. But there's something more to it than that when it comes to Critter, and while they have no idea what exactly it is; they get the feeling it has to do with their appearance.

.. Not just that they're shorter and overall much smaller that her, either. Though that's another mystery. Why the hell do they look so.. Small? Like they barely eat anything but whatever is left after being split amongst 11 siblings. It's not like they didn't take care of themselves before this new.. Form. Quite the opposite! They were a very healthy carbuncle! Also, they don't have siblings!

It's only when they wandered into the suitcase and ran into Sonetto and Vertin that things changed. Fairytales were wrong; all it took to turn a critter into a human was a good thrashing. No true loves kiss needed. Who would've guessed?

..As much as she teases Sonetto over that incident, it's not like they don't understand why she did what she did - Once again, a loyal puppy protecting the one it's devoted to. Anyone would react that way to a large, unknown carbuncle standing in their way.

Regardless, Critter has made it very clear that looks can be very deceiving. They've said it many times;

’ As sweet as it is that you wish to be my knight in shining armor, you should know I can handle my own in a fight, old woman. ‘

..Old woman? Where did that come from? Why did she say that? Ugh, trying to remember where she gets all these nicknames and smug remarks makes her head hurt. Let alone trying to remember where she got several scars from, scattered along her torso - but oddly concentrated on the left side of her chest.

When did she ever get shot? With her own gun, no less!

..How does she know she got shot? Also, she doesn't even have a gun!

Despite that, it's almost muscle memory when they reach for it, expecting to find a pistol placed securely in a holster strapped to her thigh, barely hidden under red feathers, only to find nothing. It sucks, really. But she supposes if anyone were to have her gun, she'd want it to be Vertin.

..Wait, did VERTIN shoot her?!

“ Oh, mio dio.. “

Critter cradles their head in their hands, deciding to completely ignore the fact that she’s speaking a language she's never even heard again - sliding her hands upwards to tangle her fingers in her light orange hair.

Everything hurts. They can hear their pulse thrumming in their ears, from the heart that they only recently learned is definitely on the wrong side of their rib cage. A health evaluation by the Foundation confirmed that.

And everyone seemed so upset about that.

Vertin especially. What, were they disappointed that they shot the wrong side or something? .. No. No, that's not it. She told Vertin to aim for that side, if it ever came to that. But Critter never told Vertin this, so where did they get all this from? A dream? It feels more like a memory. So certain that it happened - as certain as Critter is that Vertin didn't mean it; Didn't have a choice. Vertin cares about her. Vertin will never forget her. .. Who the hell is she talking about? A voice echoes in the back of her mind, as if the mere memory of that unusual heartbeat on the right summoned it - the memory of bullets, feathers, and bitter oranges. The whole thing nearly gives her a heart attack and snaps her wandering thoughts back on track, if only for a little bit.

‘ ..Can you hear me yet, little critter? ‘

What.

‘ It’d be rather cruel if you were simply ignoring me this whole time. ‘

WHAT?

Oh, oh they are absolutely freaking out. Have they finally lost their mind? Is the splitting headache they have right now just the feeling of their mind completely disintegrating? Why are they having a literal crisis in the kitchen right now??? They just wanted to have an orange, man! Actually, speaking of wanting an orange - Is that cannibalism??

Okay, no - That's not important. Why does that voice sound so familiar? It's soft, smooth - almost flirty - with a heavy accent.

Before they can even think about responding to this oddly familiar voice in their head, they see an equally familiar sight. God, it's just one thing after another, isn't it?

Sonetto, who apparently saw them in distress and came over to help, kneeling down in front of them - looking at them with the same pitiful and concerned expression she always does.

“ Are - Are you okay?! “ She speaks quickly, frantically. “ I - I was on my way to drop off paperwork for the Timekeeper and - “ Sonetto cuts off her unnecessary explanation of what she was doing beforehand, seeming to understand that they are very much not in the mood for it - much to Critter's relief. They see the aforementioned paperwork hastily set down on the counter nearby.

How sweet. She dropped everything to help. If they weren't so overwhelmed by literally everything that's happening right now, they'd tease about this.

‘ Hm. I didn't know the old woman could put her work down. ‘ That fucking voice again.

“ Yeah, yeah. I think.. I think I'm alright. Losing my mind a little bit, sure - But I'm not dying. “ Critter says as casually as they can manage, without a hint of an accent - waving their hand dismissively.

Wait, why would they speak with an accent?

Sonetto furrows her brows, somehow looking even more concerned for them.

“ You.. You are speaking differently. Are you feeling unwell? Should I get the Timekeeper? “

She asks, slowly - almost hesitantly - reaching a hand up to feel their forehead. Critter flinches away from the touch, and Sonetto retracts her hand immediately as if she'd touched a hot stove.

“ What.. ? This is just how I talk. What are you talking about? “

“ No - I mean.. Usually, you sound much more.. “ Sonetto bites the inside of her cheek, trying to find the right way to explain this. “ U - Um.. Smooth? “

Critter raises their brow, silently urging Sonetto to keep talking.

She continues, albeit a bit nervously. “ I - I mean! More relaxed, almost flirty, sometimes. You talk like.. “

The pieces click in their head, slowly - one by one, until the realization crashes on them like.. Like debris from a wall, closing off the easiest way of escape and forcing them to fight like hell with the mysterious, handsome girl she'd only met a few times before—

What the hell is she talking about?!

They groan, head slumping foward as their headache comes back ten times worse. They can distantly hear Sonetto fussing over them, panicking and asking a million questions on their condition, but they can't focus on her words.

No. She's thinking of another voice's words. Is that why that voice sounded so familiar? Because they speak the same exact way without realizing it? A name pops into their head, and it falls out of their mouth naturally - as if they were saying their own name.

“ ..Schneider. “

Sonetto shuts her mouth immediately, eyes wide and lips pressed into a thin line - like she's afraid of speaking up.

..Ah. That seems to have gotten the dog to stop yapping. “ That's what you were trying to say, right? “ Critter stares at her intensely, eyes narrowed. Looking right through her. “ I talk like Schneider. “

There's a beat of silence.

“ ..How.. How do you know that name.. ? “ Sonetto asks, her voice barely above a whisper and not answering the question at all. Bingo.

“ So I was right. “ Critter huffs out a laugh, almost in disbelief. “ Is that why you treat me so well? Not because you care about me? “ They have no idea where this is coming from - why they even know all this - but they can't help but feel a little.. Betrayed, in a way.

“ I - I do care about you! —“

“ You care about Schneider. Whoever the hell that even is. “ They snap - much more aggressively than they should have - if Sonetto's quiet yelp is anything to go by. “ You care that I look so similar to her; That I’m basically the same person. “

Sonetto opens her mouth to defend herself, but finds herself unable to. Because it's true. If it weren't for that, she isn't sure she would've even noticed them when she walked by.

Another realization dawns on them. “ Is this- Is this her jacket, too?! “ They shout, clutching the oversized coat they've been wearing since they got here. They didn't think there was any thought put into giving them this jacket specifically; It was the quickest thing Vertin could grab to cover the very much not clothed carbuncle-turned-human. At least that's what they assumed. They kind of went unconscious not long after their defeat, so they have no idea.

“ ..I'm - I'm sorry, I — “ “ No, you're not. “ Critter cuts her off again, pinching the bridge of their nose with a huff. “ I'm not - I'm not mad at you, Sonetto. I could never be. “ “ I'm just.. Disappointed, I guess? “

They sigh, standing from their chair on wobbly legs. Sonetto goes to reach out and help, but Critter holds their hand up, stopping her dead in her tracks.

“ Don't. Please. “

She nods solemnly. Has she ever heard them sound so.. Sad before? She's almost reminded of a wet cat left out in the rain. Critter's gaze softens slightly, thankful that Sonetto didn't insist on helping them keep their balance. They manage to find it fairly quickly anyways, taking a deep breath.

Calm down. Don’t have a crisis in front of her. Walk away. She doesn't deserve this. She's just grieving in her own way.

“ ..You best get those papers to Vertin. They look important. “ “ Don't - Don't worry about me. I just need a moment. “

Critter mumbles, at least managing to sound much more calm as they make their way to the doorway of the kitchen, lingering there for a moment but refusing to look at Sonetto - who meekly nods and gathers the papers off the table.

For a brief moment, the two of them make eye contact as she hurries past; tail tucked between her legs. They don't say a word as they watch her speed walk down the hallway.

‘ ..That was rather harsh, no? ‘ The voice — Schneider — speaks up again, just when Critter thought they were alone.

“ Silenzio. You are not helping right now. “

[musicmags]

[bullsduckbears]

They not like us

They not like us

They not like us

[who-canceled-roger-rabbit]

It would've been interesting if one of the Indiana Jones sequels after Last Crusade had incorporated more Arthurian elements AND brought back Dr. Elsa Schneider by establishing that the bottomless chasm led to some faerie realm where Elsa was Touched By Vorlons (TV Tropes link) and escaped with some new eldritch powers

Bonus points if the actual Fair Folk hate her, because a) she wounded their pride by slipping out of their clutches, and b) "I may be Unseelie but I'm not a fucking Nazi"

[johnschneiderblog]

Influencer

Lord Huron's front man has been working - as a writer and producer - with a 20-year-old up-and-comer named Stephen Sanchez

Last week Sanchez released his debut album, "Angel Face." In the couple of tracks I've listened to so far, the LH influence is obvious, most notably on “No One Knows”.

That's hardly surprising , considering the answer Sanchez gave to a recent Billboard interviewer:

Q: "Your debut album tells the story of your alter ego, The Troubadour Sanchez. What artists do you admire who also have alter egos?"

A: "Ben Schneider from Lord Huron. He has made outstanding conceptual records with amazing characters. I’ve been inspired by him and his stories since I was in middle school. I am unbelievably honored to have written a few songs with him for the new record. His influence is one of the reasons this record ends in tragedy."

[duranduratulsa]

Up next on my 90's Fest Movie 🎬 🎞 🎥 🎦 📽 marathon...The Dukes Of Hazzard Reunion (1997) on glorious vintage VHS 📼! #tv #television #actionadventure #TheDukesOfHazzard #dukesofhazzard #TheGeneralLee #generallee #JohnSchneider #TomWopat #catherinebach #DenverPyle #ripdenverpyle #BenJones #sonnyshroyer #JamesBest #ripjamesbest #rickhurst #cynthiarothrock #garyhudson #StellaStevens #DonWilliams #vintage #VHS #90s #90sfest #durandurantulsas4thannual90sfest

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Brief Look at Judge Dredd Novels, Cinematic Interlude: Judge Dredd (1995)

We should, perhaps, begin with the obvious.

The biggest problem here is Sylvester Stallone, in manners both gross and subtle. On the one hand, his performance is... well, it's pure Stallone. It's a mind-gratingly stoic and staid performance, with all the mumbling you've come to expect, and on the most obvious of levels it's simply not very good.

But the deeper problem here, and the one that really sinks the film, is one that fandom generally seems to come very close to correctly diagnosing, if only to ever so slightly miss the mark in the way that only science-fiction fandoms really can.

The problem, as John J. Fandom, MD would have you believe, is that the film chose to show Judge Dredd's face, one of the biggest no-nos of 2000 AD. And they are, at least, partially right, but only in the sense that the prominence of Stallone's face is a symptom of the overwhelming amount of distortion that the actor's mere presence inflicts upon the very cinematic grammar of the film.

Witness the first scene in which Dredd is revealed, and you can practically hear the creaks as the generally satirical and sceptical lens in which 2000 AD cast the Judges at its best moments is wrenched into a far more conventional "action movie" template.

This impression certainly isn't helped any by the eventual arrival of Rob Schneider, who was seemingly one of your go-to guys in the nineties for lame action movie buddy comedies.

(Granted, the only other film I've seen from the decade that fits the bill would be Tsui Hark's 1998 JCVD vehicle Knock Off, a rather terrible film that I only ever bothered to watch because Sparks did the theme song. At any rate, it simply wasn't worth it.)

It's not that the juxtaposition of Judge Dredd against this conventional setting couldn't create a perverse frisson, but it would definitely require a much more incisive and self-aware script than William Wisher, Jr. and Steven de Souza were apparently willing to provide. As is, you're left with... well, a conventional action movie, which is probably in the Top 2 Least Interesting Things You Could Ever Do With Judge Dredd.

The other, as it happens, would be to make it a conventional sci-fi film riffing on Star Wars and Joseph Campbell, and oops they did that one too, complete with a James Earl Jones voiceover that makes a point of having him say lines about "forces." The best encapsulation of the sheer strangeness of this experience is the scene in which Max von Sydow's Fargo reveals to Dredd his nature as a clone. After seemingly never shutting up throughout the whole film, Rob Schneider is practically forced to the periphery of the frame for an Atonement with the Father or whatever.

Rather than being as liberating as one would hope "getting less Rob Schneider" would be, it only reinforces the sense that the film is caught between two - three, if you count the tone and aesthetic of the original 2000 AD comics, but all impressions of the film's behind-the-scenes would seem to suggest that you'd be the only one - competing sensibilities, and ultimately ends up doing neither of them particularly well.

Sure, it looks good, with some wonderful set design and special effects, but the reduction of such an interesting world as Judge Dredd down to superficial and facile pleasures - and I include in this remark the utterly extraneous catfight between Diane Lane's Hershey and a rightfully bored Joan Chen, for the record - can't help but sting a little. The biggest saving grace the film has is that it isn't that long, but at that point we'd best stop scraping the bottom of the barrel before we end up with splinters.

And accordingly, we should end with the obvious: The fact that this made nearly nineteen times as much as the contemporary Tank Girl film is the kind of thing that it's hard not to view as anything but a moral abhorrence.

[eddie-redmayne-italian-blog]

The Tony Awards nominee Cabaret Cast photos for NY Times

Eddie Redmayne

“The first show I ever saw was ‘Cats,’ when I was about 7 years old. I was up in the circle, and a cat crawled out of a hole somewhere and gave me the fright of my life. I found it utterly terrifying and completely exhilarating.”

Gayle Rankin

“The thing that drew me to theater was, I was always fascinated by people. I was really quiet as a kid, and so people watching was like my TV. I remember sitting at a Starbucks in Glasgow when I was, like, 12, watching people for hours on end.”

Bebe Neuwirth

“It wasn’t until I saw ‘Pippin,’ when I was 13, that I decided that I was going to be a dancer on Broadway and do that guy’s choreography. I didn’t know I was talking about god [Bob Fosse]. I didn’t know anything. It just resonated so deeply for me — I could feel that movement in my body, and I knew that I was watching an aspect of myself when I saw that.”

Steven Skybell

“I did children’s theater in Lubbock, Tex. My first show was ‘Jack and the Beanstalk.’ I played [a] king — I was already character-typed as the older character even then. And from the time I was 10, I knew I wanted to be an actor. I’ve just slowly been pretending all along the way.”

Photographer Dana Scruggs

https://www.nytimes.com/2024/06/13/theater/tony-nominees-2024-photos.html

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue August 1987

Linda Evangelista wears a gray herringbone suit, by Yves Saint Laurent Rive Gauche. Pocket square, Matsuda, Naomi Misle magenta suede gloves, YSL belt, bracelets, Tambaran Gallery, tights, Isotoner. Hairstyle, Oribe/Oribe at Parachute, make-up Maria de Schneider.

Linda Evangelista porte un tailleur gris à chevrons, par Yves Saint Laurent Rive Gauche. Pochette de costume, Matsuda, gants en daim magenta Naomi Misle, ceinture YSL, bracelets, Tambaran Gallery, collants, Isotoner. Coiffure, Oribe/Oribe, à Parachute, maquillage Maria de Schneider.

Photo Steven Meisel vogue archive

[streamondemand]

Jack Nicholson is 'The Passenger' on MUBI

By the mid-1970s, Jack Nicholson could pretty much pick and choose his projects. He chose to go to Europe to make an existential thriller with Italian auteur Michelangelo Antonioni. In The Passenger (Italy/France, 1975), Nicholson plays David Locke, a burned-out, American-educated British reporter in Africa who impulsively swaps passports with a dead man, a fellow guest in a deserted hotel. To…

[that-bi-fan]

happy 50th birthday Jaws. every character in that movie is queer in some way.