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keira knightley must feel so powerful hitching up her long gowns as she runs in period dramas i just know she does
the way the sw cast has been talking about tros makes it sound emo as hell and they all look emotionally drained and idk if that’s them tired from lots of press or that’s the movie just leaving them dead on arrival. MARTY I’m SCARED.
‘cause it fades into the gray of my day old tea
'cause it will never be
shows and movies from the late ‘90s/‘00s had that warm and cozy afternoon glow to them that modern films don’t have anymore because they opt for that desaturated gritty realism filter and that’s why modern movies FAIL
Rita Moreno listening to records, c. 1950s.
what hurts so much about Wanda choosing sitcoms as her form of escape is that it’s incredibly and humanly relatable. When we are down in the dumps and life gets the best of us, popping on an episode of a sitcom whisks us away and provides us with a comfort and respite from it all. And ultimately nothing bad could ever happen to you in a sitcom. Life is wondrous and untouchable to evil. On top of it all, life is normal. The stakes are low, and it’s ordinary. And for someone who has had to endure the life of sorrow that Wanda has, it makes sense that it would be where she escapes to; a place where your worst fears can’t ever reach you.
happy 62nd birthday to a movie that brought to life the ethereal magic only found bound within the pages of a book: walt disney’s sleeping beauty (1959).
there’s a reason the walt disney company bled themselves dry to create the movie, and it’s evident in the gorgeous forestscapes by eyvind earle, the very detailed and stylistic animation that is simultaneously medieval in design but modern in its lush and vibrant coloring, the adaptation of tchaikovsky’s ballet by george bruns that never disappears into the background or overpowers the movie, but is a character in and of itself, and the voice talents of mary costa with her angelic singing, the commanding presence of eleanor audley, and the individualistic and comedic performances of verna felton, barbara jo allen, and barbara luddy.
the film is operatic, it’s sweeping, it’s elegant, it’s opulent, and it’s regal like the princess herself. it is, quite simply, an art piece in motion.
watching it is like being aurora and phillip waltzing atop a fluffy pastel cloud within the pages of a golden storybook, like being whisked away to the bygone once upon a time, a time that may or may not have existed... perhaps only once upon a dream.
Christmas shopping rush at Macy’s, 1948. By Nina Leen.