#2004 phantom

[blueandbonny]

some quick sketches of @klausscrimshaw 's Christine Daae in the 2004 movie pageboy costume :) if you like Phantom content, or just good comics, go check out her comic @a-ghost-on-the-roof !

(will upload to instagram tomorrow)

[ancientphantom]

Question for you! Do you know if there exists a full orchestral score of the 2004 Phantom film? There are so many gorgeous instrumentals in that movie that I adore. I’m specifically thinking of the music in the scene where Meg is in Christine’s dressing room and discovers the hidden passageway behind the mirror.

You know, this ask has been in here for a while because I was mad at it? (Not you, vampire-chunks, just the fact that I couldn't get an answer!)

Obviously, this score has to exist somewhere because actual human beings had to look at it in order to play their instruments and record the soundtrack, but it may not be somewhere that it's very easily purchasable. I have trolled through all the places I normally buy film and show scores and come up with nothing; I've tried every vendor I can think of. I've even made some visits to some interesting parts of the web, where I've spotted a few people asking the same question (or maybe that was you!) but few have ever gotten a satisfactory response.

I suspect that RUG probably didn't release a version of the film score because it would be in direct competition with their already-existing sales of the musical score, and since there aren't a ton of differences, they figured it wouldn't be worth the dual printing. Which is a shame, since as you noted there is some neat incidental music in the film.

If someone else has any info, I'd love to hear about it!

[fc5jgeo]

Erik didn't even look that bad in the 2004 movie version. Like damn dude my acne has been worse than that and I'm not committing homicides over that.

[cybercrocss]

What Your Fave Phantom Says About You

Leroux: Fucking nerd. Buys new books when they haven't finished the ones they already own. A powerful entity, always tired. Charles Dance: Super fucking sweet if not a little confused at most things. Cries at Disney movies. Probably has an aesthetic blog. Musical: Dramatic bitch. 0 to 100 real quick. Tries to act like a badass, is actually a big baby. Robert Englund: What the fuck dude? Probably had a crush on Benedict Cumberbatch. Makes bad life decisions. Susan Kay: Literally the most extra person you've ever met. Acts over the top to compensate for bad self image. Actually a huge nerd, unironically enjoys bad movies. Phantom of the Paradise: I diagnose you with gay. Gerard Butler: Physically in the modern age, mentally in 2007. Enjoys cheesy romance tropes and actively seeks them out in fics. Cries easily.

[tophatsnap]

Kiss Prompt 9 - In Public

As always, my prompts are E/C so here we go. Thanks anon!

I had business to tend to, that was the only reason I’d left the fifth cellar that night in my morbidly appropriate costume.

I hadn’t seen Christine or anyone for that matter in months. The last time I’d seen her it had been on the roof after Buquet. She hadn’t seen me, of course, but I had seen everything... 

On many occasions I had yearned to seek her out… to venture aboveground just for a glimpse. A glimpse couldn’t hurt anyone could it? No one but I. And it would hurt after what I’d witnessed. I yearned to set eyes on her again, perhaps even speak to her – finally just speak to her after everything but how could I possibly face her after she had shattered my heart on that rooftop? I had given everything and she had simply cast me aside for the boy’s status and pretty face…

I cursed myself as he stood on the roof of the Garnier – the exact place I had last seen her. I looked down at my red cape as it billowed in the cold, Winter breeze. I sighed.

The masquerade.

New Year’s Eve. 

A fresh start.

For some.

I often spent time on the roof of the Garnier. It was where I went to think when the confines of my tomb became too much to bear. It was why I had taken to the roof on the night of Il Muto. But things only got worse from there…

I loud bang sounded from my left followed by bright, vibrant bursts of light. Fireworks.

“Midnight already?” I murmured, checking my pocket watch. It was only nine o’clock.

It’s now or never.

Time to join the party.

Pulling my cape behind me I headed down to where the festivities were taking place.

It didn’t take long for me to be noticed. I scoured the room with my eyes but could not see her. Why did I want to see her? Why did I want to induce more pain?!

Seeing the managers shrink away from me was entertaining – the same reaction after three months was promising. Although, I had always had that effect on people but it was usually out of revulsion that they shrunk away, not fear.

It wasn’t until I was halfway through my list of demands did I finally spot her.

My heart stopped in my chest. My breath hitched in my throat. She looked so beautiful. And she was alone…

“As for our star, Miss Christine Daae…” I began. It felt wondrous just to speak her name again. She held my gaze as I walked toward her. “No doubt she’ll do her best – it’s true, her voice is good...”

Good? How long could I keep up this pretense? I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my arms but I knew that she would never allow it…

“Though, she has much still to learn.” Her gaze did not leave mine as I moved closer to her. The rest of the room no longer mattered. The rest of the world no longer mattered. “Should she wish to excel… she has much still to learn if pride will let her return to me…” I was now aware that I was just as committed to this moment as she. She was bewitching me – was I doing the same to her? Could I possibly be? I couldn’t have looked away if I tried… “Her teacher… Her teacher…”

We were now mere inches apart. I’d never been this physically close to her, not as me. Yes, we were close on the first night she visited my home - but that was not real, it was all illusion I had crafted around her in order to see me for more than she was. I was in costume tonight and yet I’d never felt more vulnerable than I did under her gaze.

“Christine…” I spoke.

Yes.

Her eyes seemed to answer.

There was so much I wanted to say. I love you. I’m sorry. I never wish to leave your side or be further from you than I am in this moment… But I could not speak. 

Then, Christine moved toward me and before I knew it her perfect lips were upon mine! 

There were gasps all around. People whispered, some yelled. But I didn’t have a care. I was frozen where I was, unable to move, and before I could react or respond to the glorious sensation she had bestowed upon me, she had pulled away.

Still, I could not move.

“Christine…” I repeated. It appeared that along with my senses, my vocabulary had left me as well.

She smiled at me, then stepped backward. She brought her hand up to her lips, seemingly just as bewildered as I. I looked around. The whole room was staring at us. Staring at me rather. I couldn’t stay. Past experience had taught me to make myself scarce when a large group of people began to stare at me. It never ended well.

I nodded to her and she smiled again, almost as if she understood that this had to be addressed at a later time. I didn’t know why she had kissed me and I wasn’t entirely sure that she knew but after that brief slice of heaven, I didn’t care.

I strode back up the steps of the grand escalier, and in a puff of smoke I was gone. Not a soul followed me, perhaps the whole room was just as shocked as I.

Once back in my home I removed my cape and coat, and sat down at my desk with my head in my hands.

A mixture of confusion and pure happiness brought a smile to my face, and I found that I had to remove my mask in order to wipe the tears that had begun to trail down my cheeks.

“Christine…” I spoke for the third time that night.

It was happening…

[thedawnskipper]

Me: Wow, I really like the 2004 poto movie!

People: The music is crappy and the acting is bad-

Me*intensified*: WOW, I SURE LIKE THIS MOVIE AND NO ONE CAN RUIN IT!!!

[inbetweeness]

me: The Phantom is NOT supposed to be attractive!!! His ugliness and deformity are essential aspects of the plot and making him conventionally attractive absolutely defeats the purpose!

also me, looking at Gerard's Phantom: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[juodojimirtis]

Consider this

Everything is the same except in Final Lair, instead of forcing Christine into it. Erik wears the wedding dress and the veil, giving nightmares to everyone.