#forgotten faces

[rileycruel]

[naldibutnice]

Olga Baclanova in Forgotten Faces (1928) Dir. Victor Schertzinger

[pvtaaaa]

[filmnoirfoundation]

We are proud to be co-presenting Victor Schertzinger’s "Forgotten Faces" (1928) at the San Francisco Silent Film Festival’s Day of Silents, Saturday, December 2 at San Francisco’s Castro Theatre. FNF prez Eddie Muller will be introducing the film.

Heliotrope Harry (Clive Brook) and Froggy (William Powell) are partners in crime—genteel armed robbery—at least until the cuckolded Harry commits an even bigger offense. Before Harry goes to prison, he leaves his baby girl on the doorstep of a wealthy couple to keep her out of the clutches of his no-good wife Lilly (Olga Baclanova) and tasks Froggy with keeping close tabs. But Froggy is no match for Lill. Live musical accompaniment will be performed by the Sascha Jacobsen Ensemble. Tickets are available at the SFSFF’s website https://silentfilm.org/ados-2023-schedule/

Please use promocode NOIR to receive $2 off the cost of your ticket. While you’re there be sure to check out the other five screenings on the schedule.

[whattheyareyouwillbe]

Who: Virginia Lamb, Myrleen Kelley, Gerald Lamb, Mary Jean Lamb, Elaine Kelley When: 1920s

[executive-geneticist]

If you really wanna know what your character likes you could always make a shipping chart, they were circulating around earlier and people found weird ties with all the people their muse was shipped with

{That’s not a bad idea, anon. I’ll keep an eye out and see if there are any other surprising twists! If anyone happens across it before I do, I would be grateful for a link.}

[raining13]

Chapter 1 poster! Yayyyyy!

[simple-really]

Silence is not a virtue. It's a requirement brought on by the fact that my opinion was never yours. That you could never accept me for who I am or who I wanted to be. That support is not the studs lining the house that we built but rather, Your support was the rotting foundation that you were too cheap to let anyone else set. And Our bedroom was painted dark blue to match your personality And the living room was painted a deep red that pairs with the pain when I visit. The dinning room table still sits unused and untouched. And the coffee mug is still sitting on the windowsill where you left it I've moved it once, but the ring left in the rose wood is a better placeholder of your presence than the tossed sheets from where we slept. And writing down our issues seems to be a better way of copping with my issues than facing them head on. Because I am sick of your negativity, and I am sick of the way that you put me down, but I’m not sorry that I don’t hate myself.

You’re in my body like an addict on a binge. I focused all my will on the hope we that could be friends. I never want to hate you, I just want to love myself If it’s too much to ask then I don’t need somebody else yes I may be bitter and the taste is not so sweet But knowing that your happy is the promise that I need After all we’ve been through, you still say I wasted time. Tell me how I broke your heart, cause I still can’t find mine.

And though you had such sunken eyes You swore to me that you’d never cry I saw you in my dream last night You said to me that I would be alright

Darling close your eyes, You need to sleep tonight You can’t pretend I don’t exist I used to mean so much more than this

You are red and I am blue I gave my heart and soul for you. I burned our flames and burned you too. I’m sorry for ever loving you.

Things change and people leave. I’ve given up on everything. To be the person that you need is something that I’ll never be.