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Kurt Cobain and his kitten looking at polaroids (1991)
Lew Ayres in All Quiet on the Western Front (1930, Lewis Milestone).
Best Picture and Best Director winner in 1931. The final image.
Woodcut from Gods’ Man (a wordless novel) by Lynd Ward, 1929
Plot synopsis from Wikipedia: A poor artist signs a contract with a masked stranger, who gives him a magic brush, with which the artist rapidly rises in the art world. He is disillusioned when he discovers the world is corrupted by money, personified by his mistress. He wanders around the city, seeing his auctioneer and mistress in everyone he sees. Enraged by the hallucinations, he attacks one of them, who turns out to be a police officer. The artist is jailed for it, but he escapes, and a mob chases him from the city. He is injured when he jumps into a ravine to avoid recapture. A woman who lives in the woods discovers him and brings him back to health. They have a child, and live a simple, happy life together, until the mysterious stranger returns and beckons the artist to the edge of a cliff. The artist prepares to paint a portrait of the stranger but fatally falls from the cliff with fright when the stranger reveals a skull-like head behind the mask.
‘They Live’. Brian Reedy. Woodcut.
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Canadian soldiers tend to a fallen German on the battlefield at the Battle of Vimy Ridge in 1917.
“But now, for the first time, I see you are a man like me. I thought of your hand-grenades, of your bayonet, of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our fellowship. Forgive me, comrade. We always see it too late. Why do they never tell us that you are poor devils like us, that your mothers are just as anxious as ours, and that we have the same fear of death, and the same dying and the same agony–Forgive me, comrade; how could you be my enemy?”
- Erich Maria Remarque
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