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What? It’s true…
1x02 / 5x07
“If you want the fucking part, EARN IT!”
Piece for my second film-inspired art show, “MOMENTS II,” which opens on June 12th (come to the opening if you’re in the NYC area!) Prints will be available at Bottleneck Gallery.
E.P.I.C!
actual puppy finn nelson
paint me like one of your studio ghibli background sceneries
Reasons to like Mad Max: Fury Road
Max himself is actually mad, as in mentally unwell, and he’s still the most competent man in the film
The story hinges around escaped lady-slaves/wives but there is absolutely no on-screen sexual violence.
Both Max and Furiosa are disabled and they kick arse
The true heroes are a gang of biker-ladies who are good with plants
The violence is stylised but never trivialised. None of this “it’s an action movie so someone can get shot in the shoulder and not even blink”. If someone gets shot, it hurts. Without spoiling anything, the heroes go through a hell of a lot in this movie.
The villain has a vault with books and a piano because he knows what’s valuable in a post-apocalyptic society
Most of the effects are physical: they really did those stunts, they just composited them together. Those crazy vehicles are functional. A thousand people spent months tearing around the desert, throwing themselves off armoured cars for our amusement.
There is a guy chained to enormous speakers on a truck whose job within the gang is solely to play sick guitar riffs with a double-necked guitar that is also a flamethrower. (And that rig was a real, functioning sound-system)
The music is incredible. There’s a scene where a recently-blinded chap drives full-tilt into a swamp, firing machine guns accompanied by Verdi’s Dies Irae, and it’s perfect
Everybody has bits of metal and crap stuck to their faces and nobody gives a shit
The costumes are insane and brilliant, and to be honest I’d wear a lot of them
The design for every detail is perfect. There’s loads of weird, crazy, gross background details that are never explained or even acknowledged as unusual
See. This. Movie. Give them your money. Make the film industry make more movies like this.
last nights aesthetic was julian casablancas
Tom Hardy loves every dog.
It fizzes like cherry cola and tingles like kisses on my neck. I think it’s called happiness.
This stunning sunset reflects off a body of water in the Okavango Delta, Chobe National Park, Botswana, 1988. (Photo: Frans Lanting)