-I think we’ll go with a little Bohemian Rhapsody, gentlemen.
-Good call!Wayne’s World (1992)
2018: Year in review
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Black Panther’s Critics’ Choice Movie Awards Nominations
Audrey Hepburn’s bio reads like someone’s OC “her mother is a baroness, she collaborated with the resistance during WWII as a teenager and escaped arrest from the Nazis by hiding in an empty basement for a month, she was discovered by a super famous director and won an Oscar for her first movie, she became America’s sweetheart and fashion icon overnight, she’s best friends with Hubert Givenchy and Gregory Peck, she danced with Fred Astaire, she has a pet deer, she speaks five languages, and she completely devotes herself to helping indigent children on personal tours”
The Rocky Horror Picture Show
Directed by Jim Sharman (1975)
remember in goblet of fire when minerva says ‘potter’s a boy, not a piece of meat!’
imagine harry telling her everything after the battle of hogwarts, telling her about how dumbledore raised him like a pig for slaughter, and how he had to die and mcgonagall gets so goddamned mad
she loses control for the first time that harry’s EVER seen and she’s actually yelling, she’s so pissed that harry was seventeen and he had to accept death and dumbledore KNEW he would have to die and NEVER TOLD HIM
and harry’s about to cry because yeah his friends would be devastated if he was gone but NO ONE got this damn pissed that dumbledore had raised him so that he could die at the right time and mcgonagall’s in the middle of a rant and he just shoots up and hugs her and she’s stunned into silence but after a moment she hugs back and it’s great
and then she goes up to her office and starts screaming at dumbledore’s portrait because ‘i don’t care if it had to happen, albus, he is a CHILD-’
This is the Minerva McGonagall content we deserve, and make no mistake, we were robbed
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.
Rebecca (1940) dir. Alfred Hitchcock
The Goblet of Fire! Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament need only write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly! If chosen, there’s no turning back. As from this moment, The Triwizard Tournament has begun.
Audrey Hepburn in Sabrina (1954) dir. Billy Wilder
film scenes that move me to tears [1/?]
The Holiday (2006) dir. Nancy Meyers: ‘An Evening with Arthur Abbott’ (part 1)
They keep writing me about the same thing. But it might be important. It’s not. They want to arrange some kind of tribute to me. A night with me. I don’t know. It sounds God-awful. What are you talking about? That sounds brilliant! Would you like to walk out on a stage, on a walker, looking 100 years old, and see 11 schnooks who showed up just to see you? They can forget it. I ain’t falling for this. So now, what’s up? May I? “An Evening with Arthur Abbott. Dear Mr. Abbott… several attempts to contact you regarding… We have not yet received your response… be called ‘An Evening with Arthur Abbott’… This special night will be a tribute to your lifetime achievements in screenwriting and yout outstanding contribution to the screenwriter’s profession. Congratulations on this much-deserved honor.” Arthur, this is a big deal. You know, and they want to do this soon. Listen, I reckon that with a little bit of exercise you could walk out there on your own. And, you know, maybe I could go with you as, like, your date or something. I would take you proudly, my darling, but I’m not going.
Fred Rogers Acceptance Speech - 1997
Our neighbor didn’t die, he was just needed someplace else.
He took a moment that was about recognizing him and turned it into a moment to recognize everyone who was there and everyone who made it possible for him to do what he does. If you want a perfect example of why he is so fondly remembered and such a great person, it’s tough to find a better one than this.
I’m going to need y’all to stop putting the stuff on my dash and reducing me to a pile of tears. I swear Mr. Rogers just instantly turns on the faucet for me.
Just look at the faces on the audience. You can tell how moved they are to think of the people who helped them along the way. Maybe they were thinking of a grandmother or a sibling or a best friend or kindly neighbor. He made that moment so real for all of them.
“Early this year, when television handed him its highest honor, he responded by telling television— gently, of course— to just shut up for once, and television listened. He had already won his third Daytime Emmy, and now he went onstage to accept Emmy’s Lifetime Achievement Award, and there, in front of all the soap-opera stars and talk-show sinceratrons, in front of all the jutting man-tanned jaws and jutting saltwater bosoms, he made his small bow and said into the microphone, ‘All of us have special ones who have loved us into being. Would you just take, along with me, ten seconds to think of the people who have helped you become who you are… Ten seconds of silence.’ And then he lifted his wrist, and looked at the audience, and looked at his watch, and said softly, ‘I’ll watch the time,’ and there was, at first, a small whoop from the crowd, a giddy, strangled hiccup of laughter, as people realized that he wasn’t kidding, that Mister Rogers was not some convenient eunuch but rather a man, an authority figure who actually expected them to do what he asked… and so they did. One second, two seconds, three seconds… and now the jaws clenched, and the bosoms heaved, and the mascara ran, and the tears fell upon the beglittered gathering like rain leaking down a crystal chandelier, and Mister Rogers finally looked up from his watch and said, ‘May God be with you’ to all his vanquished children.“ - Tom Junod, Esquire
I love the idea of Mr. Rogers being an authority figure you wouldn’t dare disobey, not out of fear but out of pure, overflowing, deep respect. To disappoint him is unfathomable.
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