Edge Of Tomorrow (2014)
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Edge Of Tomorrow (2014)
You tell me your middle name. Peyton.
Alone forever because I'll accept absolutely nothing less in life than a boy who looks at me like this
I wish . . . I didn't know you. But I do.
EDGE OF TOMORROW (2014) dir. Doug Liman
Lieutenant Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, USN, Naval Aviator, "Top Gun", 1986
Lieutenant Junior Grade Daniel Kaffee, USN, JAG Corps, "A Few Good Men", 1992
Colonel Claus Schenk Graf von Stauffenberg, Geman Army, "Valkyrie", 2008
Roy Miller/Matthew Knight, CIA operative, "Knight and Day", 2010
Ethan Hunt, IMF agent in disguise as General Anatoly Fedorov, Russian Army, "Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol", 2011
Jack Reacher, ex-Major and investigator for the 110th Military Police Special Investigation Unit, US Army, "Jack Reacher", 2012
William Cage, public affairs officer and Major, US Army, "Edge of Tomorrow", 2014
Jack Reacher, ex-Major and investigator for the 110th Military Police Special Investigation Unit, US Army, "Jack Reacher: Never go back", 2016
Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, USN, Naval Aviator, test pilot and flight instructor for the Navy, "Top Gun: Maverick", 2022
Barry Seal, airline commercial pilot for TWA, "American Made", 2017
"A man becomes the creature of his uniform."
- Napoleon Bonaparte
@thethistlegirl @malewifebillcage
Haiii could u do a bill cage stimboard with some like time related stims but not all of them lol
I just watched edge of Tommorow yesterday and it’s such a gr8 movie :3
“What I am about to tell you sounds crazy, but you have to listen to me. Your very lives depend on it.”
Bill Cage // Edge of Tomorrow
I'm halfway through Tom Cruise's filmography, and one aspect of his acting which stood out to me is that he's unafraid to show vulnerability on screen, be it fear, silliness, or embarrassment, i.e.
- Jerry Maguire face-planting onto the floor when he rushes back into the office after being fired.
- Ethan Hunt in Fallout after the bathroom fight when Ilsa tells him he doesn't know what he's involved with. "I don't know what I'm involved in. I don't know what I'm involved in... What am I involved in?"
- Ethan Hunt in Rogue Nation when he attempted to jump over the hood of the car, slipped and face-planted onto the floor.
- Bill Cage when he is wiped out by a car while running to Rita in Edge of Tomorrow.
- Jack Reacher looking at the knife when he has to face off with the bad guys who have assault rifles.
I couldn't help but think of Harrison Ford. It’s been said somewhere by someone that one of the great traits Ford has as a screen actor is the ability to show fear without undermining his hero status, and I think Tom Cruise shares this trait, as well as humor. Their characters are funny and they will often lean into the humor without undercutting it, and that makes them more relatable. However, despite those similarities, the way I respond to them as an audience member is very, very different.
Harrison Ford is an actor I grew up watching, and Star Wars and Indiana Jones were the main staples. While I did enjoy those films, even as a kid, there was an energy Ford brought to the screen which felt dangerous. Thankfully, this is all brilliantly examined by Pop Culture Detective in this video, and jumping off the back of that, I want to talk about the power dynamics between Tom's characters and the female leads in his action films.
Thinking about Them again and, specifically, Bill adopting a habit of kissing Rita carefully when they begin to build something tentative and reserved between them in the aftermath of the war, when troops roll back and awards are handed out and people are quickly forgotten in the scramble to recoup profits and property and glory in history. He doesn't presume to kiss her whenever he pleases, no matter how much he imagines himself taking one step forward and angling his head and cupping a sharp elbow or firm muscled waist. Rita takes her affection like her coffee, on her terms, when she wants it and most usually when she's made it herself. (Or, not at all.) But for him to kiss her temple, in the morning - Because Bill won't ever wake up as early as Rita does by routine, and so he always goes to look for her as soon as he's swung his legs down over the side of the creaking-spring bed and the soft quilt they shared in it. And he might pad across old wooden floors and over older quarry tiles barefoot to find her sitting at the table of her kitchen - a gift, in an uncertain world where war heroes get abruptly awarded a townhouse in the leafiest London suburb as a thanks for their face and pain and blood. The stove would be lit, warm, and the coffee's steam catches sunlight, and Rita sits alone, watching new branches of soft white flowers tap on the dated windowpanes. - she'll accept a kiss, just by her hairline, against the scar that crosses to her eyebrow and stands stark against her skin. She'll make a low noise, between humming and a huff, acknowledgement made habitually rough by years of smoke and curtness and army manners. And she'll lean into the dry brush of his mouth, as his hand rests light on the back of her chair. Just a little. (And Bill feels a little electrified, every time, in the morning and the quiet - with his mouth pressed right to the scar he sometimes lets his eyes trace in the middle of the night when Rita sleeps on her side, facing the door and facing him, and he can't sleep because it's one of those nights that he's convinced himself will reset once he sleeps, and all of this will fade away into his head on a canvas bag or the sound of a chopper blade.) His kiss always touches the same point of her scar, then a second brush, lower, the exact beat of three seconds. Rita makes coffee with exact grams, exact timing, and keeps the same mugs facing her from the cupboard in the morning. They have days upon days of infinite and changing possibility to live, now - and neither of them ever really thought of the unknowable, inexplicable difficulty of losing a loop's perfect routine. To come out the other side, finally, joyfully - and carry a gut-seated unease that persists and persists as things change in a million small daily ways.
It helps, to have coffee together. And they do, every morning that they can, with Rita's ankle pressed against Bill's under the rough oak table that reminds him of an empty home and dusty garage in France that she's never seen.