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Love these promo posters for The Sheep Detectives movie, sad to say the movie doesn't seem to have much of a presence in social media!
Me: Fuck, the paper towels I want are on the top shelf.
The Sir David Attenborough That Lives In My Brain: Being smaller-than-average presents an added challenge to foraging ... but necessity is the mother of invention. A little creativity turns a baguette into a tool, and voilĂ --
(paper towel roll falls on my face)
Sir David Attenborough, pleasantly: Success.
my second favorite thing in Nosferatu (1922) is when it cuts to the "werewolf" and it's a hyena with the saddest gentlest eyes you've ever seen

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Once on IMDB I saw a âgoofâ which was that during a scene set in India(?), the light flicker was at the wrong frequency (in hertz). I wish I knew what movie it was to show you guys, I want to say it was some Marvel shit.
I always wondered how this person knew that. Was there an amazing Indian electrician who just instinctively felt the flicker rate was off? Did they go frame by frame and count the flickers per second?
I wanna say that was Tenet?
It was The Bourne Supremacy @garbage-empressâ
holy fuck
Omg this post is poppinâ off! But you guys are so funny đđ thanks for the support! đđťââď¸đđťââď¸
To be fair, it's been a goal of mine to get out to Lake Como, Italy and stand on the very spot the sand line was uttered. I completely understand you, op.
Well, do I have a news for you! It also was my lifeâs dream đĽ°
I love the detail that the field was "just some farmer's field" so the cosplayer found it by hunting around. Hats off to putting in the work.
In some science fiction cinema, the future looks pretty bleak, with dystopic visions of a world struggling with overcrowding, high crime, pe
Escape from New York (1981) East St. Louis, Illinois; St. Louis, Missouri; NYC
Despite its name, much of the filming for this 1981 cult classic took place in East St. Louis, Illinois, as director John Carpenter feared it would be too expensive to make the real New York look sufficiently rundown. East St. Louis had plenty of townhouses which resembled New York, and had also recently suffered a major fire, on top of having an abandoned train station and a bridge, two locations the movie required.Â
*cracks knuckles and hits head with a mallet several times* Escape from New York is the first Dogme 95 film.
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Fascinating look at conservation

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fun fact about me: When I was 6 years old I sent so much hate mail to the president (the second Bush) that the mail carrier had to tell my mom I needed to stop before we got FBIâd
I was COMPLETELY unaware of the US political scene or why the adults in my life hated Bush, but I knew I hated him because he let people shoot wolves from helicopters and thatâs mean and shitty
I also had a poor grasp on how stamps worked, so given that I wasnât allowed to continually throw money away by putting stamps on my presidential hate mail, a lot of the times I just drew squares with little pictures inside on the corner.
Love, love, love reading more proof that everyone should encourage the children in their lives to write to elected officials--it teaches them about citizenship and can also be very funny.
When I taught second grade, one of the options for students who had finished their work was to write a letter to the president. I would send all of the letters in a big envelope at the end of every month.
Watching my students get more and more frustrated with him (and concerned about his wellbeing) was not the result I'd hoped for when I came up with the idea, but it was kind of hilarious.
See, Obama had a standard packet with information and activities about his dog he'd send in response to letters from very young citizens...and of course his office sent one back to our class every single time we sent mail.
So eventually all of the letters looked something like this:
Dear President Obama, I am writing about the environment. I am sad that the Great Barrier Reef is hurt. Also the Amazon Rainforest. Can you help? PLEASE DON'T WRITE BACK TO TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DOG AGAIN. WE ALREADY KNOW ALL ABOUT BO. WE COMPLETED THE MAZE AND COLORED HIM IN. It is good that you love your pet a lot. But try to remember the environment. It is also important.
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This gif is outrageous
 â The so-called âblood explosionâ which punctuates the conclusion of Akira Kurosawaâs 1962 movie Sanjuro remains one of the most memorable and influential special effects in film history. Production designer Yoshiro Muraki would later recall this scene was filmed in a single take. No such effect had ever been attempted before, as movies of the time rarely showed violence with graphic detail. Filled with uncertainty, Muraki worried the blood spray heâd rigged up wouldnât impress Kurosawa, so he added an extra 30 pounds of pressure to the fluid pump. At the moment the pump was activated, the additional pressure caused the compressor hose attached to actor Tatsuya Nakadai to blow a coupling which created a slight, unintentional delay before the fake blood began to spray, and caused a much larger gush of fluid than planned. It sprayed so powerfully Nakadai claimed it almost lifted him off the ground. His heart sinking, as he believed the delay and over-pressure had ruined the effect, Muraki nervously glanced at director Akira Kurosawa, but Kurosawa only nodded in approval.
âoh god i fucked this upâ
âyoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOâ
And to think this is so iconic that âtwo dudes clash, thereâs a beat, then one dies incredibly violentlyâ is just a must-have for action in anime
Its crazy to think that this iconic visual that has been so ubiquitous in pop culture for so long despite that the source material barely being known by people all came from actors staying in character thru an FX malfunction.

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My boyfriend is trying to explain cricket to me again. âHeâs only got two balls to make 48 runsâ, he says. The camera focuses on a man. Underneath him it says LEFT ARM FAST MEDIUM. A ball flies into the stands and presumably fractures someoneâs skull. âThereâs a free sixâ, my boyfriend says. 348 SIXES says the screen. A child in the audience waves a sign referencing Weet-Bix
The first time he showed me this I assumed he was pranking me
if people havenât been exposed to cricket before, here is the experience. The person who likes cricket turns on a radio with an air of happy expectation. âWeâll just catch up with the cricket,â they say.Â
An elderly British man with an accent - you can picture exactly what he looks like and what he is wearing, somehow, and you know that he will explain the important concept of Yorkshire to you at length if you make eye contact - is saying âAnd wâ four snickets tâ wicket, Umbleby dives under the covers and romps home for a sticky bicket.â
There is a deep and satisfied silence. Weather happens over the radio. This lasts for three minutes.
A gentle young gentleman with an Indian accent, whose perfect and beautiful clear voice makes him sound like a poet sipping from a cup of honeyed drink always, says mildly âOf course we cannot forget that when Pakistan last had the biscuit under the covers, they were thrown out of bed. In 1957, I believe.â
You mouth âwhat the fucking fuck.â
A morally ambiguous villain from a superhero movie says off-microphone, âCrumbs everywhere.â
Apparently continuing a previous conversation, the villain asks, âDo seagulls eat tacos?â
âIâm sure someone will tell us eventually,â the poet says. His voice is so beautiful that it should be familiar; he should be the only announcer on the radio, the only reader of audiobooks.
The villain says with sudden interest, âOh, a leg over straight and under the covers, Peterson and Singh are rumping along with a straight fine leg and good pumping action. Thanks to his powerful thighs, Peterson is an excellent legspinner, apart from being rude on Twitter.â
The man from Yorkshire roars potently, like a bull seeing another bull. There might be words in his roar, but otherwise it is primal and sizzling.
âThat isnât straight,â the poet says. âItâs silly.â
âWhat the fucking fuck,â you say out loud at this point.
âShh,â says the person who likes cricket. They listen, tensely. Something in the distance makes a very small âthwack,â like a baby dropping an egg.
âWas that a doosra or a googly?â the villain asks.
âITâS A WRONG âUN,â roars the Yorkshireman in his wrath. A powerful insult has been offered. They begin to scuffle.
âWith that double doozy, Crumpet is baffled for three turns, Agarwal is deep in the biscuit tin and Padgett has gone to the shops undercover,â the poet says quickly, to cover the action while his companions are busy. The villain is being throttled, in a friendly companionable way.
An intern apparently brings a message scrawled on a scrap of paper like a courier sprinting across a battlefield. âReddy has rolled a nat 20,â the poet says with barely contained excitement. âAustralia is both a continent and an island. But weâre running out of time!â
"Is that true?â You ask suddenly.
âShh!â Says the person who likes cricket. âItâs a test match.â
âAbout Australia.â
âWe wonât know THAT until the third DAY.â
A distant âpockâ noise. The sound of thirty people saying âtsk,â sorrowfully.
âAnd the babyâs dropped the egg. Four legs over or weâre done for, as long as it doesnât rain.â
The villain might be dead? You begin to find yourself emotionally invested.
There are mild distant cheers. âOh, and with twelve sticky wickets tâ over and tâ seagullâs exploded,â the man from the North says as if all of his dreams have come true. âWhat a beautiful day.â Your person who likes cricket relaxes. It is tea break.
The villain, apparently alive, describes the best hat in the audience as âlike a funnel made of dove-colored net, but backwards, with flies trapped in it.â
This is every bit as good as that time in Australia in 1975, they all agree, drinking their tea and eating home-made cakes sent in by the fans. The poet comments favorably on the icing and sugar-preserved violets. The Yorkshire man discourses on the nature of sponge. The villain clatters his cup too hard on his saucer. To cover his embarrassment, the poet begins scrolling through Twitter on his phone, reading aloud the best memes in his enchanting milky voice. Then, with joy, he reads an @ from an ornithologist at the University of Reading: seagulls do eat tacos! A reference is cited; the poet reads it aloud. Everyone cheers.
You are honestly - against your will - kind of into it! but also: weirdly enraged.
âWas that ⌠it?â you ask, deeming it safe to interrupt.
âNo,â says the person who likes cricket, âThis is second tea break on the first day. We wonât know where we really are until lunch tomorrow.â
And - because you cannot stop them - you have to accept this; if cricket teaches you anything, it is this gentle and radical acceptance.
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