cinephilia.

I'm from the east side of America where we choose pride over character and we can pick sides, but this is us. And they say that I am the sick boy. Easy to say, when you don't take the risk, boy. Welcome to the narcissism, where we're united under our indifference

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insdiovs:

“oh, what the fuck? vince vaughn is the lanky, funny guy, right? why did they think that would work?” confusion danced across ivan’s features and he was sure it was the most expression to touch his face in the past few weeks. it wasn’t long before he was smirking again, even allowing another laugh to slip past his typically pursed lips as he leaned back against his seat. the male even allowed himself to make a passing joke about the movie, something of which he’d never seen and yet, thanks to james’ description, knew it hit fairly close to home which would usually encourage him to shut down. this was definitely rare, but it wasn’t as difficult as ivan thought it would be, “not lately but you know, one is about due.”

“That’s him. Really weird thinking about how he went from Psycho to Wedding Crashers. I don’t know man, it was the nineties. Back then, he probably still actually tried to be taken seriously.”  It was almost sad to think about, really. How a career could make such a turn for the worse. Not exactly something James wanted to think about. Instead, he leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice. “Who knows, maybe you’re on one right now. Maybe none of this is really happening,” he said, vaguely gesturing with his hands before laughing genuinely for the first time in, well, a long time. 

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nvghtmcre:

Rowan couldn’t help but grin as James spoke before shrugging, “Wrong Nancy but I’ll take it.” She settled in her seat and tilted her head in minor thought, “Why couldn’t it be one of the final girls? It’d be more interesting than the obvious choices. Could be me.” That was a long shot in hell but she still said it. Her and Chelsea had been friends and Rowan didn’t have a reason to hurt her and talking about it like some big mystery seemed better than locking herself in her room and crying about it. “Come on. You have to have some thoughts about this.”

James froze at the possibility of Rowan being the killer, just to furrow his brows and snort. “Oh please,” was the only response to it, finding it highly unlikely as he shoved another piece of pizza in his mouth. Humming, he pretended to give the idea some thought for the first time, like this wasn’t something he was wrecking his brain over since he first got the mysterious text and made the connection to the Chelsea incident and how he could turn it into an idea for his newest graphic novel. “Actually, I have nothing. She’s a popular girl in a small town. There are like a ton of people who’d have a motive. But this whole horror movie thing? Makes it a little more complicated.”

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insdiovs:

he narrowed his eyes at the other, confused momentarily before nodding, “I liked psycho, always had a thing for anthony perkins…” ivan leaned his head back momentarily before frowning, “they remade that? why? it was perfect the way it was… does that mean you killed your mom or?” perhaps he was prying a little too much, but obviously he didn’t care, he wasn’t even serious, and a rare laugh tumbled past ivan’s lips.

“Honestly, you are so lucky you’ve never seen it. They actually cast Vince Vaughn as Norman Bates which should be considered a crime against humanity.” James wasn’t one to talk about his family a lot, go figure, but this was oddly fine despite the fact they were joking about potentially murdering his absentee mother. “Nope, not yet,” he said, giving a fake casual shrug and trying hard not to smile, “but in the Novel, Norman was like forty, so I have plenty of time. How about you, any trips to the underworld lady?”

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jjmckinnon:

JJ furrowed his brows as the other turned away from him and continued talking. He really wished that people would stop doing that but he didn’t know how to politely tell everyone he conversed with that talking away from him was counterproductive, even with all the technology in the world. Decidedly ignoring whatever he was muttering about, JJ patted Dallas on the head for both comfort and silent approval to which the big yellow dog snuffled and continued perusing (destroying)  the second-hand rom-com shelf. 

“I got Dean from A Nightmare on Elf Christmas. I’m guessing I’m not the first person to come in here looking.” He plucked a box from one of the displays, idly looking at the retro back cover before replacing it into the wrong slot. “Do any of these have captions?”

“A nightmare on- Oh, Jesus, you can’t be serious,” he groaned, mumbling under his breath and asking what horrible atrocities he must have committed in a past life to deserve to suffer through this. “You mean A Nightmare on Elm Street. And you’re thinking A Nightmare before Christmas.” Actually, James wasn’t even sure if the other dude was thinking at all, ever, but he was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Turning back towards him, he put both DVDs on the counter before resting his elbows on there, too. “I don’t know? Who watches horror movies with captions anyway? It ruins the suspense.” Still, he picked up the movie to check, figuring that it wasn’t really any of his business anyway. “The movie isn’t good, by the way. But Dean dies in the first, what, ten minutes, so you don’t have to suffer through the whole thing.”

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nvghtmcre:

“Since no one else is saying it: my money is definitely not on our resident Billy and Stu nor is it on our resident lets waltz back into town right before a murder Regan either. Too damn obvious.”

“Oh yeah?” James raised a brow at her, somewhere between being smirking slightly and his upholding usual unimpressed demeanor. It was still nice, spending time with Rowan, having pizza together like nothing was wrong, but it was obvious that he wasn’t quite taking this as serious as most other people seemed to do. “Tell me then, Nancy Drew, Who did it? One of the final girls? Some dumb jock? Colonel Mustard in the lobby with the candlestick?”

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loomvs:

“Well excuse the fuck out of me,” Jude responded as his eyes fell on James, hand pressed against his chest in a mock sense of offense. “I’d have you know I’ve seen Scream about a thousand times. I’m perfectly happy with being this towns resident Billy Loomis.” A smirk tugged at Jude’s lips as he moved further into the video store. “Seriously though, who pissed in your cereal?”

“Do you really think you have what it takes to be one of the most famour horror movie killers?” Honestly, James was almost impressed that the other guy was familiar with the cult classics. Maybe half the town just got really lucky that this was about movies and not novels. Still, he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be annoyed or amused and settled for a weird mix of both. “I don’t know, man. Something about a potential serial killer on the lose and working night shifts at some store at the end of the street kind of screams horror movie cliché to me. That’s a bit of a downer, you know.” 

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jjmckinnon:

JJ didn’t expect anyone burning the midnight oil to be pleasant but the video store guy was always the worst in regards to social graces. Perhaps that was precisely why they made him work so late, though JJ didn’t think that the late hours were doing him any favors either. He stood dumbly in the video store, blank-faced like his brain was having processing error trying to make sense of so many words put together like that. Dallas’ destructive tail wagged enthusiastically behind JJ’s knees and cleared the shelves in its way, almost making it look as if the tail had belonged to JJ himself and not the dog sniffing around his ankles. 

“Uh, yes,” he answered intelligently. “Uh, and Air Bud too, if you have it. Please.”

James’ cocky demeanor faltered a little at the sight of the large dog standing in the middle of his store. Of course, he would never willingly admit that he was scared, so instead, he just straightened his back and crossed his arms, looking stern. “So, are you gonna tell me what movie you got or do you expect me to read your mind?” Maybe he shouldn’t give that kid such a hard time. But maybe it was late and James was tired and this was revenge from tearing him away from that mediocre indie movie he was watching. After that, he simply nodded though and turned away to the basket filled with DVDs and tapes no one really wanted anymore, knowing that if they had Air Bud in stock, it would be somewhere in there.

“And by the way, your dog is ruining my display.”

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insdiovs:

“great,” ivan mumbled, obviously scowling as he looked over the text. it wasn’t going to disappear, it wasn’t going to make any sense to him until he actually watched it but, sometimes, ivan did feel as though his childhood had been a poor man’s film and he was in no rush to relive it. “not worth the watch then,” he continued, tossing his phone across the table, “what about you? did you get a better film?”

“Totally not.” James nodded, content almost with what they chose for him, at least when it came to the quality of his movie. Other than that, it was still hitting a little too close to home to be comfortable. “They gave me Norman Bates. From Psycho.” Saying it out loud brought some semblance of a smirk to the young man’s features, psycho being one of those nicknames that had stuck with him for years. “But I hope it’s the 1960s original. Because that 80s remake was also trash.”

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James didn’t work night shifts because he liked people so much. Not because he had this underlying need for social interaction. Not because he wanted to make friends on the job. He worked night shifts because he liked to be left alone and this way he could watch movies from nine at night to six in the morning and get paid for it. Unless, of course, the small bell above the door of the video store chimed, alerting him of a customer. He left his safe haven in the backroom, abandoned his movie unpaused and pushed through the thick black curtain into the main room, standing behind the counter as he looked at them skeptically. “Let me guess,” James started talking before giving them a chance to even state their business. Another perk of night shifts, no manager nagging him about policies and customer service. “You’re here to rent some horror movie you would never have had any interest in actually checking out until some creepy internet stalker likened you to one of the characters, correct?”

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insdiovs:

everybody had gotten their tags, it seemed nobody was left without one and ivan was no exception. he stared blankly for a moment, glancing down at his phone before clearing his throat, “what the fuck is insidious?” he questioned, evidently out the loop on fairly recent horror films.

“It’s basically a poor man’s Poltergeist that’s about as aesthetically pleasing as a mediocre high school video project and gets worse with every installment.” James gave an unimpressed shrug, not one of those sheep that just mindlessly followed the hype surrounding that movie. Then again, he’d happily suffer through an agonizingly boring black and white movies because films were art and art in its essence was meant to be appreciated, not enjoyed. 

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Let’s vow to never become the monsters we are trying to protect ourselves from or the closets in which they hide.

Rudy Francisco