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It took me three minutes to understand the joke and now Iâm dying
It took me less than 2 seconds
John Watson & Sherlock Holmes
why TLSâ garridebs moment is going to be johnâs suicide attempt, aka., the most painful diagram i have ever made
Dancing
After school, John Watson would always stop by the dance studio, even though it was out of his way. Heâd climb the stairs and sit by the little balcony that overlooked the studio area, watching the afternoon ballet class.Â
Girls in pink tutus and leotards sashayed and pranced across the floor, but John only had eyes for the single boy in the room, the one with the curly locks and the skin-tight black T-shirt that bounced every time he leaped.Â
The boy whose skin looked so soft, pale as it was, and whose feet didnât even touch the ground when he danced. The boy whose movements flowed into one another, twirling with his arms outstretched, his eyes screwed up with concentration, but the tiniest hint of a smile barely noticeable on his face.
The boy who made Johnâs heart flutter in his chest every time he turned briefly in his direction.
John would always try and work up the courage to talk to him after the class ended. He wanted to get to know this boy who made him feel so warm and melty inside. But every time, he decided he wouldnât, for fear of embarrassing himself. Heâd just continue to be the one who watched from afar, mesmerized by the silky hair and the movements that flowed like the breeze.
He wished that sometime, the boy would look up and notice him, just once.
But what John didnât know was that he himself was being noticed.Â
After class, Sherlock Holmes would immediately run to the door of the studio, still in his ballet clothing, and watch the blond boy walk away. He longed to say something to his secret admirer, maybe just send a nod or a wink up to the balcony during the class, but he was unbelievably shy, and couldnât work up the courage.
The truth was, he loved dancing, but it was made hundreds time better every time he was able to glimpse the adorable, intrigued face of the boy on the balcony.
He loved dancing, but it was a bonus when his heart danced, too. Maybe someday heâd be able to express that.Â
But for now, it was just the dancer and the admirer, each not knowing that the other was there, each full of longing and the sort of warmth that could only be put there by love.
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THE EYE CONTACT
Look at it.
Moriarty has to, HAS TO, slip out of character for just a second to send that sly look at Sherlock.
That âwatch as I destroy your worldâ look.
And Sherlock⊠Sherlock, for just a moment has that appreciation for Jimâs genius. He saw what Moriarty was doing and admired the flawlessness of it.
They are both so brilliant
this brilliant subtlety of both their looks! đđ»đđ» amazing!
will you bet none of this was in the scripts? cos i will.
At the pace everything is going, that definitely wasn't part of the script
please my crops are dying
Your crops? I am dying..God how are you rewatching this Skully??!!?
Eternal masochism.
What does this line up with?
Molly: ââŠItâs always been true.âÂ
Sherlock: âIf itâs true, just say it anyway.â
This is the part where - when I watched it in English for the first time - I got up and walked out
h e l p m E
Noooooo
But why this
I HATE THIS
Just when I thought I would have slept well tonight
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The real John Watson is a tiny soft man who writes poetry and draws faces on balloons with his creative lil left hand
âYou wouldnâtâ John says to Eurus as she cocks the gun at John. Her finger pulls the trigger, and a small flame appears.
âI suppose notâ she says
John hears another gun cock behind him, and a familiar womanâs voice heâs not heard since sheâd finally stopped haunting him:Â âI wouldâ
Oh my god!!!!!!!!! Shit shit shit.........
Andrei Tarkovsky âAnd is Chaplinâcomedy? No: he is Chaplin, pure and simple; a unique phenomenon, never to be repeated. He is unadulterated hyperbole; but above all he stuns us at every moment of his screen existence with the truth of his heroâs behavior. In the most absurd situation Chaplin is completely natural; and that is why he is funny.â
Buster Keaton âAt his best, and Chaplin remained at his best for a long time, he was the greatest comedian that ever lived.â
François Truffaut âMy religion is cinema. I believe in Charlie ChaplinâŠâ
Jean-Luc Godard âHe is beyond praise because he is the greatest of all. What else can one say? The only filmmaker, anyway, to whom one can apply without misunderstanding that very misleading adjective, âhumaneâ⊠Today one says Chaplin as one says Da Vinciâor rather Charlie, like Leonardo.â
Jean Renoir âThe master of masters, the filmmaker of filmmakers, for me is still Charlie Chaplin. He has done everything in his filmsâscript, direction, setting, production, performance and even the music⊠His films are not only examples of perfect unity, but all his work is one. One may say indeed of Chaplin that he has made only one film and that every facet of that film is a different enactment of the same profession of faith.â
Jiri Menzel âAll Chaplinâs early films assured me that the comedy can say in a grotesque way much more about peopleâs characters than serious films, which after a certain time fade away and became ridiculous. Good comedy is immortal.â
Luis Buñuel âWhen I was young, the idea of an orgy was tremendously exciting. Charlie Chaplin once organized one in Hollywood for me and two Spanish friends, but when the three ravishing young women arrived from Pasadena, they immediately got into a tremendous argument over which one was going to get Chaplin, and in the end all three left in a huff.â
Masaki Kobayashi âLast year I went to the Cannes Film Festival and met Charles Chaplin. They showed his works. I was deeply impressed by his greatness. His films, his methods and content, are modern and so contemporary; he is a great genius.â
Ousmane SembĂšne âDid other filmmakers teach you anything? There was one, an old man whom I had the fortune to meet very old, Charlie Chaplin; he told me that everyone could do this job, but that it is very demanding⊠He was the only guy who you couldnât see in bars, nightclubs, or at receptions. He told me one had to stay at home and workâŠâ
Pier Paolo Pasolini âYou can always feel underneath my love for Dreyer, Mizoguchi and Chaplin⊠I feel this mythic epicness in both Dreyer and Mizoguchi and Chaplin: all three see things from a point of view which is absolute, essential and in a certain way holy, reverential.â
Satyajit Ray âIf there is any name which can be said to symbolize cinemaâit is Charlie Chaplin⊠I am sure Chaplinâs name will survive even if the cinema ceases to exist as a medium of artistic expression. Chaplin is truly immortal.â
Stanley Kubrick âIf something is really happening on the screen, it isnât crucial how itâs shot. Chaplin had such a simple cinematic style that it was almost like I Love Lucy, but you were always hypnotized by what was going on, unaware of the essentially non-cinematic style. He frequently used cheap sets, routine lighting and so forth, but he made great films. His films will probably last longer than anyone elseâs.â
Vittorio De Sica âTruly good filmsâlike Chaplinâsâshould stimulate as well as soothe, should appeal to the mind as well as to the senses, should kindle thought as well as the emotions.â
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221 Things I Love About Sherlock
#16: This sceneâŠ
This scene.
Yeah...... Good times
Iâm not going to see anybody anymore. They make me talk and exhaust me. If Iâm quiet Iâll be alright.
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Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss, BFI TVFest, 9/4/2017
This sums up what I saw today.
I think what gets me most is how fucking proud Moftiss appear to be now that theyâve revealed theyâve never had a plan for pretty much anything in this series. How theyâre constantly giggling and proclaiming that they made shit up as they went, the plotlines going nowhere, the characters having no ACTUAL motivation for doing whatever the fuck they were doing at any given momentâŠ
It gets me. It really does.
How to them, ultimately not giving a single fuck about continuity or logic or an actual plot resolution seems to be either a giant hilarious joke or the greatest badge of honour they can imagine.
Fuck them. We seriously thought they had SOME sort of overarching narrative in mind, no matter the exact kind, they TOLD us to pay attention to this supposed plot progress⊠only to, since S4 is over, come out and brag how things came to them in-between picking their noses and taking a shit and how weâre all stupid and should read childrenâs books if we cannot see the absolute genuis in this.
Well, at least it made them a lot of money, I guess�
Disgraceful . Why are they so proud ?
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My dear fellow,â said Sherlock Holmes as we sat on either side of the fire in his lodgings at Baker Street, âlife is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working through generations, and leading to the most outrĂ© results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable.
The FIRST paragraph of A Case of IdentityÂ
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