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Possessed said:

I never would.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUNoc3g_L6M

dahmage said:

shame on us all for ever failing to click a link that DE posts. shame.

FTFY

^Likewise. The sun sucks regards of time of day.

Mark’s Down On Your Syntax said:

I seem to remember reading somewhere that the plan was to make the Halloween movies an anthology, but after the third one didn’t do much business they scrapped that idea and went back to Michael Myers (and apparently felt the need to remind people he was in it by including his name in every title!) It’s a shame really because Season of the Witch was fun and creepy.

Perhaps if they hadn’t made Halloween 2 a direct sequel to the first film, the idea would’ve had a greater chance for success.

yhwx said:

DuracellEnergizer said:

Why I love Isabella Rossellini.

No.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gm2L94tKUog

“Come to me. Come to sweet Henrietta.”

Why I love Isabella Rossellini.

suspiciouscoffee said:

DuracellEnergizer said:

ray_afraid said:

I can see quite a bit of Peter Cushing in that Snoke pic…
Hope it’s coincidence.

New theory: As the Death Star blew up, the uncontained hypermatter from the space station’s destabilzing reactors formed a hyperspace wormhole, transporting Tarkin to a planet somewhere in the Unknown Regions in the span of nanoseconds – fast enough to save his life, but not fast enough to keep him from receiving horrible fourth-degree burns to 50% of his body.

I should put that up on YouTube.

Gimme a few minutes and I’ll make a video thumbnail for you.

EDIT: Grafic designe is my passhin

ALLOL!

I created a film poster to go with the new non-fanfic screenplay I’ve begun working on.

This is the first complex photomanip I’ve done. It’s not perfect by any means – Eric Stoltz doesn’t quite blend into his surroundings all that well – but overall, I’m satisfied with the final product.

ray_afraid said:

I can see quite a bit of Peter Cushing in that Snoke pic…
Hope it’s coincidence.

New theory: As the Death Star blew up, the uncontained hypermatter from the space station’s destabilzing reactors formed a hyperspace wormhole, transporting Tarkin to a planet somewhere in the Unknown Regions in the span of nanoseconds – fast enough to save his life, but not fast enough to keep him from receiving horrible fourth-degree burns to 50% of his body.

I should put that up on YouTube.

“A beginning is a very delicate time. Know then that it is the year 10191. The known universe is ruled by the Padishah Emperor Shaddam IV, my father. . . .”

FADE IN

On the face of a 12-hour analogue clock, which ticks rhythmically.

Just as 12:59 transitions to 1:00, the cogs and gears lock up, causing the second hand to dance back and forth between the two seconds, trapping it in the infinitesimal void between hours.

TITLE: 13 O’CLOCK

FADE TO

A panoramic shot of a crowded public beach.

SUPERIMPOSE: AUGUST 1995

EXT. BEACH — DAY [NATURALISTIC COLOUR SEQUENCE]

It is late noon, and the summer sun in the bright blue, cloudless sky casts its full light and heat down on the Earth, baking the naked sand and sending the water coruscating with silver fire. The beachgoers spend their leisure time on the shore or in the water, the former sitting or lying on beach towels, shielded beneath large umbrellas or basking in the strong sunlight, the latter wading around casually or engaged in play with family/friends/pets. From a radio somewhere plays The Motels’ “Suddenly Last Summer”, Martha Davis’ husky voice and the otherworldly instrumentation lazily carrying across the sultry air.

CUT TO

NATHANIEL REISNER standing on the beach, far from the water, apart and away from most of the other beachgoers.

Nate is a good-looking teenage boy, about sixteen or seventeen years old. His hair is dark auburn, unkempt and shaggy. His lean body, uncovered save for the pair of sandals and khaki shorts he wears, is ruddy on every inch of his exposed skin. In his hands he holds aloft an expensive Nikon camera.

NATE’S P.O.V. — BEACHGOERS

Through the camera’s viewfinder, we see what Nate sees: a little girl drawing in the sand; a woman working sunscreen into her boyfriend’s back; a plump, bald, mustached man in round sunglasses reading a romance novel; children splashing around in the water. Nathaniel snaps a couple shots of them all.

With a swivel of the camera, we now find ourselves gazing upon ELEONORA DRAVEN. Eleonora — Ele, for short — is a teenager close in age to Nate. Attired in a white bikini and paisley beach wrap, she sits in the sand close to the water, leaning back on her hands as the tide comes in, the warm water rolling over her toes. From this angle, her image magnified through the telescopic lens, it’s impossible not to recognize the magnificent beauty this young woman possesses. Her blond hair — long, straight, full — cascades down her back. Her eyes — a rich, chocolate brown — are large, expressive. Her ears, ever-so-slightly prominent, are almost elven in appearance. Her nose, neither large nor small, is perfectly straight. Her jaw, strong yet feminine, frames full, luscious lips. Her expression, pensive, serves only to enhance her natural loveliness.

CUT TO

Nate as he takes Ele’s picture.

Lowering his camera, Nate stares at Ele, wistful.

CUT TO

Ele’s face.

ZOOM IN

On Ele’s right eye.

ZOOM OUT

From Ele’s left eye.

We now find Ele facing straight forward. As the camera continues zooming out, we see Ele is lying on a carpeted floor, blood marring her lips. Beside her her parents and younger brother lie, also bloodied and still. As forensic officers converge on the figures — taking photographs, readying to collect evidence — it becomes all too certain that Ele and her family are dead, victims of violent murder.

Even in death, Ele’s ethereal beauty remains.

I made a promise to myself that I was going to start concentrating on writing original screenplays. Here I am, following through on that promise. This is 13 O’Clock, my first ever wholly original screenplay not set in/based off someone else’s universe.

The synopsis: In the summer of 1995, Ele Draven – a beautiful teenaged girl – was murdered along with the rest of her family, their killer never caught. Nathaniel Reisner, a boy who had an infatuation with Ele but never actually met her, was one of the last people to see her alive. Fast forward to 2017. Nathaniel is a wreck – trapped in a menial job, married to a woman he doesn’t love with a child he never wanted. After his aunt dies of a stroke, Nathaniel takes the trip to his old childhood home to tie up loose ends, put his aunt’s belongings into storage, put the house up for sale, etc. It is while he is staying there that he encounters a time warp – a time warp which transposes him in the body of his teenage self in the days leading up to Ele’s murder. Finally, Nathaniel has the chance to prevent Ele’s murder, but he can spend only one hour each day in the past – the paranormal non-hour of 13:00 AM – leaving him little time to establish a rapport with Ele and figure out a way to save her and her family from an untimely end.

The germ for this story was born in 2005/2006, when I came up with the idea of someone moving somewhere on Earth where 12:59 AM is followed by 13:00 instead of 1:00, 13:00 being some non-hour between the two hours where preternatural phenomena would occur. I never could get that idea off the ground, though; I just couldn’t develop it into a good plot with good characters. In the last couple weeks, though, inspiration finally struck. I’m a fan of The Twilight Zone, I enjoy John Hughes-type romantic dramedies, I enjoy Hitchcockian thrillers, and I have a deep nostalgia for the '90s, so why not write a surreal romantic dramedic fantasy thriller set in the '90s?

I dedicate this screenplay to Laura Bertram, my favourite actress, one of the most beautiful women in the world, and my current muse. The character of Ele was created with her in mind – a character I hope would’ve been worthy of being played by her.

The way I see it, von Daniken was debunked before he was ever published.

Practical Snoke

^Giorgio Tsoukalos sock confirmed.

92

We’ve reached double-digit territory, biotches.

^Imp’scum sock confirmed.

“We’ve made too many compromises already; too many retreats. They invade our space and we fall back. They assimilate entire worlds and we fall back. Not again. The line must be drawn here! This far, no further!”

Verboten said:

I know people would be disappointed if Luke doesn’t pull out his lightsaber, but I would be perfectly happy to see him using only the force and that stick to whoop ass.

It’s closer to what I would expect of a true Jedi master and what we should have seen of Yoda in the prequels.

+1

yhwx said:

Love is the drug I’m thinking of.

WYSHS

At the book store/comic shop I visit about once every month, I came across this:

I’m not a fan of manga, but the contents looked so batshit crazy (no pun intended) that I absolutely could not pass it up. I got it for $15.

At the same place, I saw a polybagged copy of this comic for sale:

I would’ve jumped at the chance to buy this, but the price was around $30. To steep for me.

Possessed said:

Out of curiosity, what would you give the original true grit? I’ve only seen it. It was “pretty good.” But from what I’ve heard the 2010 film isn’t so much a remake of it as it is a new and more faithful take on the original novel.

I gave the '69 film the same rating.

I haven’t read the novel, BTW.

I wish I could be as happy sober as I am when drunk.

Natural blondes are quite aesthetically appealing.