Curate, connect, and discover
He(?) is my
Leader(?), the Universe spits in my
Face- by giving
Me breakfast: muffins.
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Yap sesh over, I hate this country.
Idfk anymore man
GUYS TWO OF MY FAVORITE THINGS ARE HERE AND NOW I NEED TO SCRRAM AND CRY AND THROW UP
( @thedancingclowns and @cosmo112 I'm dragging you in here with me PUHLEASE tell me you've read The Wicker King before bc omg if you haven't NOW YOU HAVE TOIKO)
"I will cast abominable filth at you, make you vile, and make you a spectacle." Nahum 3:6
If We Were Villains - M.L. Rio / Twenty-four months - Everymanhybrid / Paparazzi performed at the 2009 VMAs - Lady Gaga / Class Trial 6 - Danganronpa V3 / Ricky "Jupe" Park - Nope (2022) / christmas. - Everymanhybrid / The Wicker King - K. Ancrum
Jean Jacket (unfolded) from Nope
Made with acrylics/oil paints, I figured I celebrate the occasion of Halloween by painting a recreated screenshot of Jean Jacket’s true form. Ever since I watched the movie, I have always been fascinated by this creature, the themes surrounding it, and especially how it works. If Peele ever decides to make a sequel, I definitely want to learn more about what these things are, if there are more, and where they came from.
“Nope” and Jean Jacket belongs to Universal Studios, Monkey Paw Productions, and Jordan Peele
☁️ loved this movie and keke’s Emerald so much🤎🤎
𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 !
《 ♡ 》 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬
nothing here yet :(
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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : [active] [hiatus] [offline]
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 : [open] [closed]
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𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 :
none
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞
My take on a humanized Jean Jacket
She is a woman of very little words.
I also gave her a horse named Curse.
Jupe is taking the picture
There are some beautiful moments between Emerald and OJ at the end of the scene; and then they play or they do something…. The only time you see a bit of play with OJ is when Emerald gets it out of him, ya know? Because she’s the only person that can really unlock him.
- Daniel Kaluuya
Being seen can make you rageful
Being seen can make you feel loved
Being seen can be about exploitation
Being seen can be about understanding but not intruding
Being seen can be both the most wonderful and most horrifying thing to ever happen to you, and it all depends on who sees you
Nope has caused a physical shift somewhere deep in my soul and I am not ok
OK, so.
I have rewatched Nope in a quiet room with no interupptions as God (Jordan peele) intended and I have some new opinions on some characters specifically Jupe so buckle up motherfuckers cause this is all I'm going to talk about for quite awhile!
The first time I watched the movie I hated Jupe and thought he was a egotistical moron who doomed himself and everyone he loved for another chance at fame but on the second rewatch I realized that I felt nothing but pity for him.
Jupe was a traumatized child til the very end and was never able to move on from the Gordy's home incident. He had to believe he was chosen or special because if he didn't then that meant he survived unscathed for no reason other then a tablecloth and and good timing and that truly would have broken him more then the truma ever could.
From that point on that was all he was because he could never move past it to the point where he got all the pieces of his personality and brand from before the Gordy incident, because he genuinely did not know how to move away from it, so he just...didn't. He recycled these pre written parts from his past to be his future, the western theme and the over the top cowboy persona, for God's sake the costumes his kids wore were just old camera reels on monkey bodies (a detail I never would have pieced together with scrolling through the nope tag)
The parallels between childhood Jupe looking at Gordy through the tablecloth to adult jupe looking at Jean Jacket was the final moment where I decided he wasn't a character meant to be hated, he's a character meant to be pitited. He has always been a scared kid both outrunning his past and chasing it in this never ending cycle who finally found out that he wasn't chosen or special or magic. He was saved by a table cloth once, but once was all he got.
I just watched Jordan peele's nope for the first time tonight and the longer I have thought about it the deeper I love I am falling. It's a western horror reverse horse girl movie with what is most certainly the most graphic and disturbing vore scene that has ever been filmed as well as a social commentary about the abuse and down right neglect that animals and poc have faced in the film industry since the literal beginning of film. I am watching again tomorrow alone and with a much closer eye to find what I have most certainly missed
Continuing on that note I feel that there is also horror in surviving these encounters. There the death that’s awful but there is also fear in knowing that you experienced that while all others died. We live in a society we’re people are getting hurt left and right while others never can’t even imagine that pain. It hurts to know people died, or even that people live through this and we just sit here, as they do work that will probably bring us something that we won’t even think is that important, even with all the blood it holds.
changes and trends in horror-genre films are linked to the anxieties of the culture in its time and place. Vampires are the manifestation of grappling with sexuality; aliens, of foreign influence. Horror from the Cold War is about apathy and annihilation; classic Japanese horror is characterised by “nature’s revenge”; psychological horror plays with anxieties that absorbed its audience, like pregnancy/abortion, mental illness, femininity. Some horror presses on the bruise of being trapped in a situation with upsetting tasks to complete, especially ones that compromise you as a person - reflecting the horrors and anxieties of capitalism etc etc etc. Cosmic horror is slightly out of fashion because our culture is more comfortable with, even wistful for, “the unknown.” Monster horror now has to be aware of itself, as a contingent of people now live in the freedom and comfort of saying “I would willingly, gladly, even preferentially fuck that monster.” But I don’t know much about films or genres: that ground has been covered by cleverer people.
I don’t actually like horror or movies. What interests me at the moment is how horror of the 2020s has an element of perception and paying attention.
Multiple movies in one year discussed monsters that killed you if you perceived them. There are monsters you can’t look at; monsters that kill you instantly if you get their attention. Monsters where you have to be silent, look down, hold still: pray that they pass over you. M Zombies have changed from a hand-waved virus that covers extras in splashy gore, to insidious spores. A disaster film is called Don’t Look Up, a horror film is called Nope. Even trashy nun horror sets up strange premises of keeping your eyes fixed on something as the devil GETS you.
No idea if this is anything. (I haven’t seen any of these things because, unfortunately, I hate them.) Someone who understands better than me could say something clever here, and I hope they do.
But the thing I’m thinking about is what this will look like to the future, as the Victorian sex vampires and Cold War anxieties look to us. I think they’ll have a little sympathy, but they probably won’t. You poor little prey animals, the kids will say, you were awfully afraid of facing up to things, weren’t you?
Agosto se fecha e com ele vêm as atualizações de favoritos do mês no Letterboxd - e a estranha chateação de perceber que os eleitos dos últimos 31 dias não têm pôsteres que ficam bem juntos.
"Nope" de Jordan Peele não é a maior nota do mês, mas a experiência de ir ao cinema depois de um bom tempo encerrada dentro de casa foi, de fato, especial.
Minha lista para o ano está crescendo - desordenada e um pouco desconexa, mas queridíssima por me lembrar que muita coisa que estive postergando, finalmente estou conseguindo assistir esse ano.
Horror movie characters as tweets
rearranged the posters in my room to make space for the substance