#* short

first watches of july, favorites in bold. this month was kind of awful in general, but it got better which i guess is why i just watched a lot of movies at the end lol.

Girl (Stephen Dwoskin, 1972)*

Escalofrío (Carlos Puerto, 1978)

Women in Revolt (Paul Morrissey, 1971)

Matou a Família e Foi ao Cinema (Júlio Bressane, 1969)

Mulher, Mulher (Jean Garrett, 1979)

Kiss of the Tarantula (Chris Munger, 1976)

Furia Infernal (Armando Bó, 1973)

Family Business (Chantal Akerman, 1984)*

Olivia (Ulli Lommel, 1983)

Aelita: Queen of Mars (Yakov Protazanov, 1924)

A Feud in the Kentucky Hills (D. W. Griffith, 1912)*

Broadway Babies (Mervyn LeRoy, 1929)

Blood Sabbath (Brianne Murphy, 1972)

Olga’s Girls (Joseph P. Mawra, 1964)

Twisted Issues (Charles Pinion, 1988)

Attack of the 50 Foot Woman (Nathan H. Juran, 1958)

Are You in the House Alone? (Walter Grauman, 1978)

No Place to Hide (John Llewellyn Moxey, 1981)

Lake of Dracula (Michio Yamamoto, 1971)

Ballet mécanique (Dudley Murphy & Fernand Léger, 1924)*

The Life and Death of 9413, a Hollywood Extra (Robert Florey & Slavko Vorkapich, 1928)*

Three Sisters with Maiden Hearts (Mikio Naruse, 1935)

Three Bad Sisters (Gilbert Kay, 1956)

The Gruesome Twosome (Herschell Gordon Lewis, 1967)

Suburbs of Eden (Cecelia Condit, 1996)*

Girls on the Loose (Paul Henreid, 1958)

Thunder (Takashi Ito, 1982)

À Meia Noite Levarei Sua Alma (José Mojica Marins, 1964)

first watches of june. this month was slower bc i’ve been playing games with my sisters more than anything else (also lot of unwanted naps bc of my allergy medication). less horror for me this month too?? but i was in a scifi mood, maybe caused by my almost daily rewatches of rocky horror. faves in bold!

    “Y’know... the UNBRAIDED look—? That’s actually quite flattering on you, milady. And this is coming from the guy who just keeps sprouting NEW braids every other day.” A little spark of humor flickering in his gaze, Hiccup reached up a hand to brush some stray platinum tendrils aside; he lovingly tucked them behind her ear, though rejoining the tie holding the rest back remained IMPOSSIBLE for the time being. “So, no, you don’t need to ‘get ready’ for the day; you’re PERFECT as you are right now.”

    “We’re getting food right now, Varian. Y’know, snowy terrain, cold weather, empty stomachs—? One of these things which we’re going to SOLVE right now. A-and... and for later, once we have the supplies, just—LOOK; you can whine, but this is actually helping YOU.” Who, then, would help Hiccup in this situation, he wondered, but all the while endeavored not to show his regret at having not offered to JOIN the princes in their errand with the egg. In the moment, it frankly seemed more EFFICIENT to divide and conquer, but—hindsight...

    He couldn’t recall a more bitter person to be alone with.

    “Let’s see: we’ve got cupcakes—which were WAY too expensive but hey, no, worth it, so not complaining or anything—fair weather, some new PAINT... oh, right, and a lazy SLUMBERING dragon who won’t bother us, so”—Hiccup counted off each finger as he went through the list, and his head swiveled this way and that to ascertain every component—“you think we’re all set? Should be fun, right? Here.” One hand holding a small brush offered it to her, and he thereafter used both to smooth out his MAP across the ground.

    “I think this would look... a LOT better with some color: YOUR color. Could you do that for me?”

    “Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait just—h-hold on a second, Astrid! You’ve gotta slow down and maybe... START making sense—?” Were they not out in the forest so late as to dissuade most any other person from VENTURING their way, his voice would’ve been softer. Secretive. Perhaps less EXCLAMATORY as to not draw attention to them. Animals and insects alike were what remained privy to any of it, and loud as the crickets chirped from a nearby meadow POURING into the foliage, there was almost something chaotic about the entire situation.

    If Astrid’s words weren’t already doing that FOR them.