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method actor this method actor that. toshiro mifune played a guy getting shot at by arrows by getting shot at by arrows
and yeah i believe it. ^ this is the face of a guy getting shot at by arrows
SO I SHOW PART OF THIS FILM AT AN ANIME CON PANEL AND IT GETS BETTER/WORSE
(For those who are about to ask, itâs called Throne of Blood in English but its actual name is Spiderweb Castle and some Shakespeare scholars are big mad about it because other Shakespeare scholars consider it the best film adaptation of Macbeth ever made and we canât have that)
THE ARCHERS DIDNâT KNOW MIFUNEâS BLOCKING. Every time you see him fling out an arm heâs actually signaling to the archers which way heâs about to go. Thatâs it, thatâs what they had to go on. And they were shooting on location on Mount Fuji, which Akira Kurosawa had chosen SPECIFICALLY FOR ITS DENSE FOG.
However, BECAUSE this was Akira Kurosawaâif you donât know that name think âStanley Kubrick but earlier and Japanese and not quite as much of an asshole to his actorsââand he was insane, Mifune is also wearing real 19th-century feudal lord armor, in the sense that while itâs a modern reproduction it is completely functional. A feudal lord from the early 1800s could have been resurrected in the 1950s when this was filmed, handed this armor, and would have gone âyeah, thatâs correct.â There are actually a couple of shots where you see arrows hit his torso and bounce off, or stick in the armor but theyâve very clearly only just barely stuck rather than going through.
So his torso is protected, and thereâs a railing in front of him that provides some protection to his legs, and yes, this means THE MOST VULNERABLE PART OF HIM WAS ALSO THE ONLY PART THAT WOULD DEFINITELY KILL HIM: his face. Iâm sure it was of very little comfort to him that the archers also werenât very powerful shots.
Oh, and his character dies by taking an arrow through the neck. You can tell that one is a trick shot because itâs the only shot filmed from that specific angle, but I can imagine Mifune was none too eager to do it after all this.
While Iâm here: you should watch Spiderweb Castle. I show it because it is a GORGEOUS retelling of Macbeth, which is relevant to my panel, but more importantly Kurosawa decided to shoot it in the style of Noh theatre drama, and thatâs what I like to highlight. Although the story that inspired it is Western, Kurosawa took one look at it and went âoh that is 1000000% a thing that would have happened hereâ and the story as he tells it is so clearly, fully, and unashamedly Japanese in both style and tone. Itâs a fantastic look into another culture and a masterful film.
I love throne of blood so much. honestly my favorite adaptation of the scottish play.
"The Scottish play" theater kid spotted
Esther and Naâhar stand on his terrace, watching the waves of the river wash over his private beach. A gust of wind blows through air, catching Naâhar's dreads. Esther turns her head to smile at him, and notices the wind has also caught his loincloth. Her eyes wander over his taut ass, following the curves of his cheek, the pattern of light and dark brown spots that decorate his toned thighs.
Never missed a single squat. She thought to herself.
She looks back up at him, thinking of all the times he's smacked her own plush butt during sex or after greeting her. All the times she's told him she'd get him back. She's tried to get him back on a few occasions, but he always caught her before she could get close enough to land a hand on his sculpted derriere.
Esther looks back at Naâhar. He seems to notice her staring and looks at her out of the corner of his eye, then turns his head for a moment to flick his upper tusks at her in a grin. As the tan and reddish-brown Yautja turns his attention back to the water, his little ooman mate turns her attention back to his ass. So close. So easy.
She turns her gaze back to his face, and then to his ass again.
It's now or never. She tells herself.
She reaches a small hand out, slipping it beneath his loincloth, and rests it on one of his muscular glutes. The warmth of his skin engulfs her hand, and Esther looks back at Na'har. He's still staring at the water. Maybe his skin is too tough for her to notice. She remembers their first meeting when she slapped and kicked him. She'd hurt her hand and foot, but to the behemoth before her, it had only felt like mere taps.
A grin spreads over Estherâs face, and she gives his cheek a firm squeeze. Nothing, at first, but then his cheek flexes against her hand. There's a soft purr, and Naâhar turns his head to look down at her. Her grin grows wider, and Earth pulls her hand back and delivers a sharp smack to the Yautjaâs ass. She notices it jiggles just over so slightly, and then gives him another squeeze, feeling each of his scales with her fingertips.
"Like what you feel?" Na'har asks.
Her constant grin tells him all he needs to know.
"I told you I would get you back," Esther says.
"So you did, my fierce little sainâja," the Yautja replies. "So you did."
He turns to face her, and her hand remains on his ass. Looking down at her, Na'har flexes the muscles in his chest with a trill.
"And now it's my turn," he says. "I will give you a head start."
He's teasing. She knows he'll catch her before she even reaches the door. He's a hunter, and the thrill of the chase is what he loves.
"One..." Na'har begins.
Esther takes a step back.
"Two..."
She turns and runs for the door.
"Three!"
It happens so fast, she barely has time to blink. His warm chest presses up against her back, his muscular arms hold her in a vice-like grip. He begins to vibrate. He's purring, and Esther closes her eyes with a sigh to enjoy the feeling of his scales massaging her back.
"Well, my strong hunter, what will you do with me now?" She asks.
There is silence, and then a chirp, and his arm slips beneath her legs and she's swept into his arms. The giant's mandibles stroke over her face with soft trill, and Esther leans her ear against his chest to listen to his four heartbeats.
"I have quite a few things in mind," Na'har purrs, the adds, before carrying her inside, "You will not be leaving this house until we have done everything I can think of."
you came back wrong and i am racked with guilt because i cannot bear to see you like this and i should have let you rest. i loved you so much that i defied death itself but i do not think either of us are happy
*in the 2020s* he would do numbers on twitter *in the 2010s* he would get shares on his blog *in the 1990s* he would be a wiz on the multi-user dungeon *in the 1950s* he would get ratings on the television *in the 1930s* he would command the masses on the radio *in the 1880s* he would do dots and dashes on the telegram *in the 1790s* he would do arm signals on the semaphore *in the 1600s* his prints would be distributed widely *in the 1400s* he would sound the trumpet in battle *in the 700s* his words would be passed down by oral tradition *in the 300s* he would do smoke signals in the sky *in the neolithic* his artifacts would enter the archeological record *in the pliocene* his bones would be preserved in the sediment *in the mezozoic* he would do permineralization in mineral rich groundwater *in the paleoarchean* he would facilitate recombination of his genome *in the hadean* his molecules would self replicate in the early ocean *in the matter dominated era* his stellar nursery would collapse into a star and an orbiting cloud of dust *in the cosmological dark ages* quantum fluctuations in his density would form the first cosmological structures *10^-32 seconds after the big bang* his elementary particles would dominate in baryogenesis *in the plank epoch* he would do cosmic inflation in the energy dense early universe *10^-43 seconds after the big bang* he would be
It makes me happy when they listen

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70â˛s & 80â˛s Local Television âTechnical Difficultiesâ Station IDs/Bumpers 1. WPTF-TV, Durham/Raleigh/Fayetteville, North Carolina, 80â˛s 2. WTTW-TV, Chicago, Illinois, 1981 3. WPXI-TV, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, 1986 4. WGN-TV, Chicago, Illinois, 70â˛s 5. WZTV-TV, Nashville, Tennessee, 1977 6. WXNE-TV, Boston, Massachusetts, 1986 7. KYW-TV, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, 1977 8. WGN-TV, Chicago, Illinois, 1983 9. WNEV-TV, Boston, Massachusetts, 1984 10. KMGH-TV, Denver, Colorado, 1981