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The List and Its Making First and foremost, here is my Top Horror of the 2010s List Over the past few months I've been working through a list of 2010s Horror releases that I'd overlooked, skipped, or simply missed, curated from various other top lists, recommendations, and general detective work. Piling these on top of all the films I've already been watching over the last 10 years, I wound up watching ~700+ Horror films released this decade. I give an approximate number because, as you will see on my list, I'm very generous about genre classification. There are a number of films not labelled as Horror on IMDB or Letterboxd that I personally felt had a home in the genre. I think that genre can be fluid, and there is no limit to the amount of genres potentially attributable to a film. Gatekeeping is a real problem in the community, and I'm not about it. If you felt like a film had Horror elements, that's great. If you think a film on my list "isn't Horror" that's fine too. You don't have to include them on your personal list; but this list is mine. Because this list is very long (as a list for such a great decade should be) what I'll do below is write out a blurb for each of the 18 films I gave a 10/10 rating to, as well as a list of other great movies I'd suggest similar to that particular film. Maybe tenuously similar in some cases. This post will also just be in alphabetical order because they're all perfect (to me) anyway, and that's easier. I hope you find something you overlooked as well, and I invite you to share your favorites with me too. There is a chance I've already seen it all things considered, but I'm always happy to get new suggestions, and I'd like to know what you thought about the decade! The first film on this list is perhaps the most difficult to recommend as it is impossible to fully appreciate on its own. The third part of a film series covering the opening arc of the long running manga/anime series Berserk, this iteration began in 2012 and concluded with this feature in 2013. There are a great many horror elements in the series, but while I count the previous two films of this run on my favorite animated film lists, they don't quite fall into Horror the same way that this piece of the story does. The finale is nothing short of cataclysmic in its terror, utterly hopeless and world-endingly violent. The animation that had some rough, blocky elements in the first part of the series has smoothed out substantially, and some of the most iconic scenes from the manga are beautifully rendered. If you have a taste for ruthless dark fantasy, Berserk is an amazing series, and this film series is a great place to start (though the manga remains the best version. Suggestions are simply other animated Horror, so please excuse the tonal whiplash haha: Extraordinary Tales ParaNorman Over the Garden Wall La Casa Lobo Birdboy: The Forgotten Children There have been several directors to burst onto the scene this decade, landing multiple films each on my top list. Some of those notable figures even have multiple films in this perfect score lineup. While a few are obvious, Oz Perkins likely isn't. His first wide theatrical release, Gretel and Hansel, is upcoming next year, while his two previous were limited/direct to VOD. The Blackcoat's Daughter marks his debut, and is a prime example of the moody, dramatic kind of Horror that has dominated the latter half of the decade. Fantastic performances from Emma Roberts (see: Scream 4) and Kiernan Shipka (see: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. It's frigid film, putting a tragic spin on the classic Satanic possession story, culminating in heartbreaking grief. Suggestions relate to possession, mental illness, childhood trauma, and female led supernatural stuff: Byzantium The Last Exorcism The Childhood of a Leader Shelley At the Devil's Door The first of two powerhouse films from S. Craig Zahler, who has thoroughly impressed me with his creative vision. Writing, composing, and directing for each of his features so far is admirable, and while Dragged Across Concrete didn't win me over on the same level, it's also well worth the watch. There aren't too many Horror Westerns floating around in the modern age; particularly not with with such an incredible cast. Deeply charming, rich characters contend with overwhelming odds, ultimately facing down some of the most brutal violence and gore of the decade. Suggestions are period pieces, and great casts/characters, each accented with hyper violence: Green Room Late Phases Baskin Brimstone Overlord While I was excited for this film in light of Zahler's previous, I didn't know what to expect from Vince Vaughn, being mostly familiar with him in comedic roles. What a shock. Incredibly strong performance, from the moving monologue early on, to the sheer physicality of his prison grindhouse brawls. I love the original songs created for the film, and there are wonderful visual elements, such as the ever shifting color grading that descends from cool blues to grimy oranges as the plot descends deeper into depths of the prison system. It's the fantastic blend of drama and savagery you'd expect after Bone Tomahawk. Suggestions are crime thrillers, grindhouse features, and dramas that spiral out of control: The Guest Lowlife Parasite Big Bad Wolves Kill List Reception for this film was a lot more mixed when it came out, but it seems to have found a home in the hearts of the Horror community now. I'm glad; I recall seeing it multiple times in the theater and adoring it, and it remains an all time favorite today. An absolute laugh riot that lovingly pokes fun at the genre's tropes and history, and pays homages to a plethora of other films, creatures, and archetypes. Even with the comedic tone though, it doesn't fail to channel horror through great creature design and brutal kills. The peak of the violence, one of the most memorable and exciting action sequences of the decade, is worth the price of admission alone. Undoubtedly an inspiration for the numerous meta films that have continued to come out over the course of the decade. Suggestions are meta films, Horror Comedies, and creature features: Tucker and Dale vs. Evil Troll Hunter Tusk The Editor The Dead Don't Die I have a personal passion for martial arts films, not quite as strong as my love of Horror, but it's up there. So on the rare occasion when the genres collide, sign me up. Dragon is packed with legacy talent from the martial arts realm, which is really fun and exciting for those who recognize them. Even for the uninitiated though, you can jump right in. The plot has a curious resemblance to stories from the Hannibal universe, with an empathic detective who is trying to locate a wanted criminal, who has ties to a gang of violent cannibals. One of the looser connections to the Horror genre on this list, I nonetheless found the similarities interesting, and the more horrific implications of the tale to stand out. If you're looking for something a bit different from either genre, go for it. Suggestions are an eclectic mix of Action Horror, foreign and/or period pieces: Train to Busan Mohawk Apostle Upgrade Tumbbad A remarkably tense cult drama with a darkly comical edge. Director Riley Stearn's recent The Art of Self-Defense was one of my favorites this year as well, though certainly not suited to a Horror genre list. He brings a fantastically quirky energy to the screen though, and gets stellar performances from Leland Orser and modern "scream queen" Mary Elizabeth Winstead. The mystery it cultivates is fantastic, and there are enough clues to suit whichever side of the ambiguity you like to fall on. Suggestions are quirky, art house, and ambiguous: The Killing of a Sacred Deer Berberian Sound Studio Always Shine Take Shelter They Look Like People Arguably one of the biggest films in the genre in a long time. A constant talking point, and a film that I couldn't stop thinking about after seeing it in theaters. Feverishly reading theories, looking at clues, and eventually revisiting the film for confirmation. An immense performance from Toni Collette stands out as one of the best in the genre's history. You've honestly probably heard enough about it at this point, and if you haven't, it's probably a reasonable contender for the first film on this list you should watch. Suggestions are devastating family drama, and existential crises: Trash Fire First Reformed The Invitation Prisoners Demon The second film by Oz Perkins was direct to Netflix, and while critical response was notably better than general audience's, it still remains what I'd consider one of the most underappreciated films of the decade. The plot is a trim, classic take on the Gothic ghost story. It's a piece of pure mood and atmosphere, with poetic narration, and a haunting score composed by Perkins' brother Elvis. In an age of highly charged familial drama, social, and political commentary (none of which are bad things) it's somewhat refreshing to feel the chill of a vintage haunting. Its quietness and slow pace are a specific taste that simply won't appeal to everyone, but I stand by it as one of the greats of the era. Suggestions are slow burns, ghost stories, and dreamy atmosphere: The Innkeepers The Witch in the Window The Last Will and Testament of Rosalind Leigh Crimson Peak Don't Leave Home Kim Jee-woon opened the decade with one of the best films the genre would see; a disturbingly vicious revenge thriller that charts a man's loss of humanity in the blind pursuit of vengeance. It also served as a precursor to the fantastic series of films we would see come from Korea of the rest of the decade, both within the genre, and in other areas. Excellent lead performances drive the film as well, particularly Choi Min-sik, recognizable from another shocking Korean thriller, Oldboy. Suggestions are crazy thrillers, examinations of humanity, and good old fashioned shock: A Serbian Film You Were Never Really Here The Last Circus Alléluia Cold Fish Another film that faced negative audience response, much to my dismay. A gorgeously shot film that sustains its tension so tightly that it's hardly bearable. It's littered with small details, both in the story and the technical aspects, that really rewards the attention of the viewer. Director Trey Edward Shults has helmed a couple non-genre films in Krisha, and this year's Waves that are both fantastic, panic attack inducing dramas. I firmly believe he is one of the most talented filmmakers working today, and hope he returns to the genre in the future. Suggestions are slow paced, apocalyptic, paranoid, and/or heavily feature nature: The Interior 10 Cloverfield Lane Dig Two Graves The Battery The Head Hunter With fewer than 180 ratings on IMDB (at the time of writing this) I think this is the least known film to break into the top of my list for the decade. It's a delightful black and white Italian film that spins a mystery out of high concept pseudo-science. The production design is stellar, and it delivers some of the most striking scenes I've ever seen. Highly recommended if you have an interest in vintage style films, or point and click adventures. It just has that vibe. It's a thing, trust me. Suggestions are vintage throwbacks, black and white palette, or have "that vibe" A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night Housewife The Similars The Evil Within November Damn, I just gave up all my black and white art house suggestions, what am I supposed to do now? Haha, well either way, Robert Eggers follows up his breakout hit The Witch (spoiler alert, it's coming up on the list) with another amazing feature. A hard one to describe really, but a blend of genres, and masterfully performed by Robert Pattinson and Willem Dafoe. Just check it out! Suggestions are maybe all in your head, thoroughly isolated, or nautical nonsense: Black Swan Enemy Aniara The Wild Boys Braid Ari Aster's follow up is one of the most distinctly bright and colorful Horror films in recent memory. Beautiful, disturbing, but also surprisingly uplifting in weird ways. Florence Pugh keeps up the trend of incredible lead actress performances in Aster's films. Much like Hereditary, there's a number of great little details peppered throughout, though it's a curiously more straight forward film as well. If you've got the time, the lengthy director's cut is absolutely worthwhile too. Suggestions are bright, colorful, dramatic, maybe hopeful (sometimes) plus cults! Tale of Tales Thoroughbreds H. A Dark Song Martha Marcy May Marlene It's hard to sell this documentary to people who aren't already big fans of A Nightmare on Elm Street, but if you aren't, what are you doing anyway? An outrageously detailed four hour beast that goes through the complete lifespan of the series, and interviews with everyone they could get their hands on along the way. It's exactly what you think it is, so I can't really sell it more than that. This has been a pretty great decade for documentaries in general though, both specific film focused ones like this, and wider examinations of the genre. Suggestions are documentaries; go figure! In Search of Darkness Horror Noire: A History of Black Horror Crystal Lake Memories: The Complete History of Friday the 13th A History of Horror 78/52 The Nightmare Youre So Cool, Brewster! The Story of Fright Night Guillermo del Toro's films are simply beautiful, cut and dry. While I greatly enjoyed Crimson Peak during this decade, and it's likely a movie more readily accepted as a Horror film, it simply didn't hold a candle to The Shape of Water for me. It's a wonderful homage to Creature from the Black Lagoon, with del Toro's signature splashes of graphic violence cutting into the fairy tale plot. He's clearly very comfortable in this territory, and I was ecstatic for his major award wins. Totally deserved. Suggestions are monsters, romance, monster romance, and general fishiness: A Cure for Wellness Only Lovers Left Alive Monsters Good Manners Willow Creek An long, dense blend of genres that is deeply entrenched in cultural and religious beliefs. It's genuinely a daunting film at times, but incredibly rewarding; humorous, mystifying, and frightening. Likely the strongest rival to Hereditary when it comes to films that left me downright obsessed in the aftermath of viewing it, consuming theories and breakdowns like they were going out of style. I sincerely hope there is a new project on the horizon for director Na Hong-jin. Suggestions are highly detailed, genre blenders, mundane protagonists, and maybe just kind of dense: The World of Kanako The Forest of Love I Am a Hero In Fabric Shutter Island While last on this list alphabetically, and it's difficult to rack and stack some of these films definitively, The Witch is often the first film that comes to my mind when I think favorite of the decade. Gorgeously shot, harrowingly scored, with amazing performances from the whole cast; particularly impressive child and debut performances from Harvey Scrimshaw and Anya Taylor-Joy (who made my decade list in multiple films, and is shaping up to be one of the people to watch out for in the genre. If you've somehow missed out on this one, bump it up to the top of your watch list. Suggestions are witching, and coming of age: Hagazussa Suspiria Excision I Am Not a Serial Killer It Follows.
Today marks 18 years since my wife and I lost our daughter. She was born when we were both in our teens, so at times it really feels like a lifetime since we last saw her. Her name was Susan and she was only 4 when we lost her. She was the absolute center of my wifes world. Understandably, the loss was unbearable for her. Weve both dealt with lifetime friends passing before, but I had never seen her as devastated as she was after we lost Susan. The police searched for months, I suspect longer than they normally would have for a case like this given the hell that my wife put them through when they had no new leads to report. Eventually they stopped actively searching for Susan and in one way or another told us that she could still be alive out there, but to start to cope with the fact that well probably be living our lives without her. After using up all of the time she was allotted away from work, Sara, my wife, eventually lost her job. She spent her time holed up in the room we kept Susans crib in, sometimes clutching some of her old toys. Her favorite had always been this little red firetruck that would flash when a button on the back was pressed. The batteries have since died so Im not sure if it works anymore. I always felt a little guilty for the sense of apathy that I felt towards it all. Maybe its just the way that I cope, maybe just a personality trait, who knows. Every time the new year comes around Sara seems to fall into a minor bout of depression considering the news she received on that day years ago. For most, the first of January is a reminder that the new year is something to look forward to, a time to learn from the mistakes of the previous year and a time to start fresh where its needed. For Sara, the occasion of the holiday seems to just bring the terrible memory back all the more intensely. This year was a bit different to say the least. My head is still spinning while I try and wrap my mind around everything. I really needed to tell someone what happened in order to work through it and I couldnt share it with my wife so here I am. The day started like any other January 1st, my wife sullenly stumbling into Susans old room while I start preparing the best breakfast I know how to make to try and do anything to cheer her up. The first strange event of the day occurred when I went to check the mail and found a single envelope in our mailbox. “We dont get mail today, sweetie. Close the door, its freezing. ” I heard coming from inside. “You know that I always forget that. Thats what you get for marrying an idiot. Must have missed something from yesterday. ” “Just leave it on the table or something. Only thing we get in the mail that I care about is bills and I sure as hell dont feel like dealing with that today. ” I threw the envelope on our little round kitchen table and my wife went upstairs to get a shower. I poured some coffee for myself and, after setting it down on the coffee table, slumped down into our couch and went about my morning tradition of finding a TV channel that wasnt playing something completely insipid. It took all of 5 minutes of scrolling through the seemingly endless directory of channels before I felt compelled to check the envelope. Although were not scraping by by any means, Ive always been pretty paranoid about money and if it was a bill I needed to know how much money wed be coughing up. I think the paranoia may come from the financial hell that followed my wife losing her job after we lost Susan. I grabbed the envelope and paused before instinctively ripping it open. Our address or a return address were nowhere to be found on the envelope. It was completely blank except for the words “To You” written sloppily on the front in the center. I resumed opening the envelope, now more out of curiosity and less out of financial concern. Im hoping my wife didnt hear the gasp I let out reading the contents of that letter. On notebook paper that looked decades old was written: Happy death day to me, Happy death day to me, Happy death day dear Sudsan; Happy death day to me! After sitting stunned for several minutes and a bit weirded out that I had read the letter in my mind with the familiar tune that was supposed to evoke happiness, I quickly ripped the letter into several pieces and rushed it into our trashcan outside by the curb. I heard Sara turn off the shower and there was no way in hell I was going to let her see it. I had trouble fathoming how cruel someone would have to be to play this kind of a joke on a family that lost their child. And who the hell would even be able to? Only very immediate family and a couple close friends know that we lost Susan. And how would they know that I used to call her Sudsan when Id give her a bath because she loved playing with the soap bubbles? Only her and maybe Sara knew about that dumb nickname. A few minutes later Sara descended the stairs and joined in my pursuit to find a TV channel worth watching. We always joked about how it was time to get rid of cable but never seemed to find the initiative to follow through with our plan. We sat in silence once we landed on a channel playing some crime show. Sara loves those. All that was swimming through my head was that letter and about a million other questions. As the day progressed the letter worried me less and less. Sara and I planned a wonderful dinner that we were going to prepare together. We picked out a movie to watch and I had grabbed a gift for her at the local jewelry store to give to her after. I wanted to make the day special for her; and she really didnt seem as despondent as previous years. I think she was finally beginning to come to peace with what had happened. Better late than never I guess. Midway through preparing our meal the phone we keep on our kitchen counter began to ring. I asked Sara to answer it while I continued working on breading the chicken that we were making. “Okay, but try not to ruin the meal. ” “Very funny” “Hello! ” The phone was just loud enough for me to make out what my wife was hearing. The last song in the world I wanted to be reminded of. “Must be the wrong number. Its neither of our birthdays today. Unless youve been lying about yours this whole time, ” she said hanging up the phone. I tried my best to force a laugh. The meal was a success and Sara loved her gift. Our movie ran pretty late and we had finished the entire bottle of whatever wine Sara had picked up on her way home from work yesterday. We decided to head to bed early because we both need to be up pretty early for work tomorrow. Sara made her way up the stairs and I worked my way around the house making sure that our doors were locked and any lights were turned off. As I went to turn off the light over our kitchen sink, I glanced through the window and something caught my eye in our backyard. We have giant shrubs near the back of our property. They had lost all of their leaves because of the season and I saw through just enough to realize that there was something behind them. Being the paranoid guy that I am I knew I had to investigate before my brain would let me go to sleep. I threw on the closest pair of shoes that I could find and grabbed my phone to use as a flashlight. As I got closer to the shrubs, a pang of nervousness shot through my body. I momentarily thought of turning back but convinced myself otherwise. I forced one foot in front of the other until I reached the shrubs. Behind them I found a little red firetruck with a bundle of about 5 balloons floating above it, tied to the center of the toy. Plastered on one of the balloons was a note. I struggled to force myself to get any closer to the toy. When I bent down and grabbed the note it read: “ Did you get my letter? Ive started to like it down here ” It was written in that same familiar sloppy handwriting that I recognized from earlier. I was nearly knocked over with either guilt, or terror, or nervousness, or all three. I was back inside before my brain caught up to what my legs were doing and now here I am. I guess I cant find closure if Im not honest. Where else to be honest but here? I had to do it. The constant crying and whining was too much. We were spending so much money on toys, clothes, pre-k schooling, and whatever the hell else. My wife spent all day obsessed with the thing. I couldnt take it. It was a strain on our relationship and a damn mistake. A mistake I tried to fix. Apparently after whats happened today one I failed to fix. But I had to try. Judge me in whatever way you wish, Im my own harshest critic most of the time anyway. I had to do it. Hell, its taking her awhile to get over it but I think even Sara would eventually come to thank me if she knew.
Movie watch windows on the world 3. Movie watch windows on the world 2. Movie watch windows on the world free. Movie watch windows on the world 2017. Movie watch windows on the world movie. Martini was a ten-year-old African Grey, with two odd crimson feathers on her chest. “Im glad you like her, ” Arrow, the shelter owners son, said. “I love cats and dogs, but honestly, um… birds freak me out a bit. ” “Whys this asking me if I drink? ” I asked, sitting at the scratched-up desk with the adoption paperwork. “We gotta make sure the animals are going to good home environments. Dads words, not mine. ” I took my ballpoint pen and checked the box next to No. Do you smoke at least one cigarette per day? I checked Yes. Have you ever been arrested or convicted of a felony? “I got caught streaking in college once, ” I said. “Does that count? ” “Huh? ” “The question about felony. ” “Oh, ” Arrow said, creeping toward Martinis cage while clutching a plastic puppy carrier like a weapon. “Damn, mister, were you a frat boy back in the day or something? ” “Its a long story. ” “Indecent exposure is usually a misdemeanor. Were asking for murder, vehicular homicide, larceny, things like that. ” I wrinkled my nose. “Of course. ” “Oh, and animal cruelty. Thats a felony too. ” I checked No. The final line of the five-page form requested my signature and the date. I obliged. “There, ” I said. “Its done. ” “Great. Gimme a sec, mister. Let me just, um…” I watched as Arrow pinched the door of the birdcage with his thumb and forefinger and gingerly pulled it open. Then he shoved the open mouth of the puppy carrier against it, making the entire cage rattle. Martini jumped and fluttered madly behind her wire bars. Arrow scrambled back, dropping his carrier to the newspaper-lined floor with a loud clatter. “Wheres your father, and why did he leave you in charge? ” “Mr. Holman, ” a new voice said. Using her claws and beak, Martini climbed up to the open door of her cage and peered at the redheaded boy cowering behind me, then at the man who had entered through the back door. “Apologies for my absence, ” Phillip, the shelter manager, said. “I hope Arrow hasnt been causing you too much trouble. Hes prone to making a mess of things. ” Arrow poked his head out from behind me and looked at the birdcage, where Martini had slowly pulled herself out of captivity. She turned her attention to me as I scooted back in my chair and got up. I walked up to her slowly, trying not to alarm her. Her eyes shone in the afternoon sunlight filtering through the skylight. “Is she clipped? ” I asked. “No, ” Phillip said. “She can fly, but only just. She has been kept indoors her entire life. ” “I knew that, ” Arrow gasped. “Put her in the carrier, just in case, you know? ” I picked up the carrier hed dropped. Martini craned her neck this way and that, showing the rows of unopened pin feathers running down her back. I held out my hand. Martini flinched. “Good bird, ” I said gently. “Hi, Martini. Im here to take you home. ” Martini stared at my hand. I curled my fingers slightly. “Step up. ” Martini turned her head side to side, then hesitantly climbed onto my hand. “Shes trained, ” I said. “Her old master had her for a while, ” Phillip said. “The sweet old lady passed away too early. Thats why shelters like ours have to exist. ” Martini let out a low chirp and ruffled her feathers. Arrow scrambled into the corner, shielding his face. “Youre making her nervous, ” I said, coaxing Martini into the carrier. Phillip picked up my paperwork and looked it over. “I really dont like birds, ” Arrow whimpered. “I thought a parrot might be cool, ‘cause they talk and stuff, but Martini doesnt talk. She just… just flaps. ” I closed the plastic door of the carrier and smiled. “Thats because shes nervous around you, ” I said. “African Greys are some of the best talking parrots in the world. Im sure Martini will get around to it under the care of someone… more experienced. ” Arrow grumbled and rolled his eyes. Martini was shy and easily spooked, as many shelter birds tended to be. She was trained to step up to human hands and responded to her name, but like Arrow said, she didnt seem keen to talk or mimic any sounds. In fact, she was exceptionally quiet, only making the occasional nervous chitter. Every morning, I opened up her cage and offered her a greeting, in the hopes of getting her to grow used to my voice. “Good morning, Martini. ” She shied away from me and flapped her wings. For the first couple of days, the closest thing she did to flying was hopping from perch to perch when I wasnt watching and making her nervous. “Good morning, Martini, ” I said again. “Wanna get out? ” Martini chittered quietly. “Wanna get out? ” She reluctantly climbed up to her door. ” She carefully wrapped her claws around my fingers, one foot at a time. “Good bird, ” I said. “Good bird, Martini. ” I kept her perched on my shoulder for most of the mornings while I cooked breakfast and made coffee. Every time, I fed her a piece of my toast, which she chewed slowly before swallowing. Then I put her back in her cage before going to work. Martini was a smart bird, and soon enough, she figured out how to open the latch of her cage door from the inside while I was gone for work. I worried that she might hurt herself exploring the house while I wasnt around, but she only climbed around the outside of her cage until I came home. Otherwise, she was well-behaved if a little cautious, and even her wariness began to fade as we spent more and more time together. Our greatest achievement was when she finally succeeded in recall training, where I called out “Martini, come find me, ” and she flew clear across the room to my hand. Three weeks into her new life with me, Martini finally relaxed enough to make sounds other than her nervous chitters. What came out first was a low murmur, an incomprehensible string of words that vaguely sounded like human speech. It was another week or so until she began saying things I could understand, and it wasnt so much the things she said but the way she said them that began to bother me. Most of a parrots speech consisted of things that she had heard before, down to the voice and inflection. When Martini spoke, though, the voice that she mimicked belonged neither to me nor to a “sweet old lady” Id been told was her former owner; it was the steady, low murmur of a man, tinged with an unfamiliar accent. “ Martini, ” she said. “ Good girl, Martini. Martini wanna peanut? ” Throughout the evening, Martini grew talkative at an alarming rate. She talked more and more, and everything she said was in this strangers voice: “ Pretty bird. ” “ Good evening. ” “ Wanna read the news together? ” “ Say youre sorry. ” “ Im sorry. Sorry. ” By the time I had put her in her cage for the night, she had started laughing. Then, as I climbed into bed, she began to scream. I cant transcribe the things she was screaming, because the words were once again garbled. Perhaps Martinis slender tongue had trouble reproducing the guttural sounds, but it sounded more like the voice was muffled, fighting through layers of cloth. I slowly pulled away my sheets and climbed out of bed. As I made my way to Martinis room, she began to make choking sounds. I ran and stumbled into her room. Martini fell silent. She peered at me from inside her cage, her eyes glistening in the orange light of the hallway. “Martini, are you okay? ” She cocked her head and turned around on her perch. Then she opened her beak and started screaming again. They were human sounds. There was no doubt about it. Martini screamed like a man slowly getting strangled. Then, in an instant, her voice changed. She was now a young woman, letting out a piercing cry as if she had been stabbed. The woman screamed out words until her voice too was quickly muffled. “ What is this? ” Martini screamed. “ Who are you? Im going to call the police- ” Martini bobbed her head and mimicked the sound of heavy footsteps over a hardwood floor. The thump of bodies. “ Please, ” she murmured, this time another man, a different one. “ Please, dont do this. ” She smacked her beak a couple of times, then fell silent. I stared at her. My body felt stiff. “ Martini. Good bird, Martini. Wanna peanut? ” “Martini, ” I whispered absently. “What happened? ” She cocked her head, then hopped to the bottom of her cage and began picking at her toys. “ Good bird, ” she murmured, in the accented mans voice. “ Good bird. Step up. ”. “Shes been screaming? ” “Yes, ” I breathed. “In… in so many different voices. Wheres your dad? ” “Hes on a business trip, ” Arrow said. “Not the shelter. His other business. ” “When does he come back? ” “I dunno. On Saturday, I think. ” I let out an exasperated sigh. I was pacing up and down the newspaper-covered aisles of the shelter. A tiny dog began to bark as I walked past its enclosure. “Whats she scream? ” “I dont know, ” I said. “Some weird things. ” Arrows eyes widened. “So she really talks? ” “Thats not the problem here, ” I snapped. “Thats awesome. Youre a miracle-worker, mister. ” I rubbed my fingers on my temple. “Who was Martinis last owner? ” I asked. “Was it actually an old lady? ” “Thats what my dad told me. ” “Then why does she talk in a mans voice? And all those other voices…” Arrow crossed his arms. “Maybe the lady had a lot of visitors? ” “Then what about the screaming? ” Arrow shrugged. “Did Martini have any owners before this old lady? ” “Dunno. ” “This is serious, ” I muttered. “Im going to call the police. ” “Whatre you gonna tell them? That your bird is screaming at you? ” “This could be anything. Those voices, theyve got to be real people. Maybe…” “Maybe what? ” I shook my head. “Never mind. Youre too young for this. ” “You think Martini had a serial killer for an owner or something? ” “What kind of movies have you been watching? ” I grumbled, although he had taken the words out of my mouth. “Then what? ” “What was the name of Martinis last owner? ” “Sheesh, mister. All that informations classified. Privacy concerns and stuff. Maybe its written in Martinis papers, but my dad has the key to that filing cabinet. ” “Fine, ” I said. “Let me know when your dads back. ” “Okay. ”. When I came home, Martini was climbing around the outside of her cage, muttering to herself in the accented mans voice. “ Say youre sorry. Good girl, Martini. Wanna peanut? Good evening. ” She let out a soft chuckling noise. “ Im sorry. ” I kept her on my shoulder for most of the evening, hoping she would say things that could serve as clues. After dinner, Martini began to sob in a little boys voice. I dug my old audio recorder out of my drawer and recorded her. The recorder could hold three hours worth of audio. When I put Martini back in her cage for the night, I pressed the record button and laid the device next to it. It wouldnt capture the whole night, but it surely would record until Martini fell asleep. Martini muttered from her room as I climbed into bed, shut off the lights, and drifted off to sleep. I woke to cold metal prodding at my forehead. “Hey, mister, ” a voice said. “Get up. ” I opened my eyes in slits. Something was hovering out-of-focus in front of my face, and beyond it, the face of a redheaded boy stared down at me in the dim streetlights coming through my window. My eyes grew wide. “Arrow? ” “Sheesh, youre loud, ” he muttered. “Its nothing personal, okay, mister? ” “What… what are you doing? ” “I called Dad, ” he said. “He told me to go and silence you. ” “ What? ” Arrow shoved the muzzle of his double-barreled shotgun into my cheek. “I told you, its nothing personal. Youre actually a miracle-worker, you know that? Martinis never been a snitch like that before. She was quiet. Thats why Dad kept giving her out. ” “Giving her… out? ” “Youre a mouthful of questions, arent ya, ” Arrow said. He waved the barrel of his shotgun over my eyes, and I yelped. “Its the family business, ” he said matter-of-factly. “The one that actually makes money. Its a shame Dad took the doctors with him, else we couldve used you, too. Hold on. ” Arrow hoisted his leg up onto my bed and propped his shotgun on his knee. Then he rummaged in his pocket with one hand, pulled out a folded-up bundle of paper, and shook it until it unfurled. In the dim light of the room, I could see the words shelter and adoption flash by, along with bits of my handwriting. A signature here and there. “So youre a smoker, huh? ” Arrow said, glancing over my adoption paperwork for Martini. “At least we know were not wasting a good pair of lungs. Liver wouldve been nice, though, ‘cause they usually bring in a pretty penny if the doctors manage to take it out alive. And the kidneys, of course…” At that moment, the gravity of the situation hit me full-force. “Youre going to kill me? ” “Trust me, mister, Id love not to. But jeez, your house was pretty hard to get into, and Id hate for the work to go to waste, and weve got to get rid of you pretty quick, so-” “Why? ” “I told you. You worked some magic and Martini snitched on us. You were gonna call the police. Im here to shut you up. ” “The lady, ” I gasped. “Martini was never owned by an old lady, was she? ” “Nah, ” Arrow said. “Thats all made up. We give out pets so we can get loners addresses in the paperwork. ” “And you… you-” “Ah, we dont do much. Its the doctors who take people away. Open ‘em up while theyre fresh. You know, the waiting list for organ transplants is years long. No ones got years to live when their bodys failing. ” Arrow let out an indignant huff. “Pity we wont get some social service out of you, huh? What a waste. But Dad says youve got to go now. ” “Theyre going to find out. You know that, right? ” “They wont, ” Arrow laughed. “Though in your case, the cover-up might be a bit messy. Like I said, we usually go after loners. People without a whole lotta social connections. ” Small scrabbling noises came from Martinis room. She had woken up to the sound of voices. “Theres the snitch, ” Arrow muttered, grinning. “After youre dead, Im gonna shoot her too. Just to make sure another parrot wizard doesnt pick her up and get her talking again. ” Arrow shoved my paperwork back into his pocket and raised the barrels of his shotgun up to my forehead. “Bye-bye, mister. Id say it was nice doing business with you, but youre a victim of your own curiosity, not me. ” I swallowed the lump in my throat, and in a last-ditch effort, screamed the only thing I could think of. “Martini, come find me! ” From the other room came the scratching of claws on the sides of the cage, and then the flutter of wings. A split second later, Martini flew into the room, her wingbeats blowing tiny down feathers onto my bed. Arrow let out an alarmed yelp, ducking for cover as he swung the twin barrels of his gun up to the ceiling. Two deafening shots went off. Their flashes were blinding. Chalky debris rained down from the popcorn ceiling. Martini squawked. Arrow dove into the corner of my bedroom, sending his gun clattering onto the floor. I scrambled out of my bed, scooped it up, and pointed it at him. I glanced back at my bed, where Martini had landed. A portion of the feathers at the tip of her left wing were missing, but the massive bulk of the shots had missed her. I turned back to Arrow. “T-that things empty, ” he stammered. “Youve got nothing on me. You dont even know how to hold a gun. You… you think Im scared? ” I took a shaky breath, trying to calm my pounding heartbeats. “Your father was right about one thing, ” I said. “You have a way of making a mess of things. ” I spun the shotgun one-eighty and held the barrels in my hand. “I think youre scared of a big man with a bat. And even more than that, I think youre scared of Martini. So just try to run, kid. ” Arrow whimpered. “ Good bird, ” Martini chirped in the young womans voice. ”. Arrow was jailed. If the shotgun and the holes in my ceiling werent enough evidence, the last ten minutes of the audio recording from Martinis room certainly were. Phillip and his crew of doctors were arrested in their business hotel and flown home immediately for detainment with Arrow. Police found evidence of fifteen victims of organ theft, and theyre looking for more. Martini has begun molting. Im hoping she can fly again when her flight feathers grow back in. She still sends chills down my back with the odd giggle or scream, and I try not to think about how the originators of the voices are all dead now. On a brighter note, recently she has started mimicking my voice. “ Brave bird, ” she says, whenever I give her a bite of toast. “ Martini, youre my savior. ”.
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Previous: “Its happened before. ” “What has? ” I was having a hard time keeping up with Collin as he ran. For a guy that looked like the product of an apocalypse, he sure as hell was fast on his feet. Sven and Jimmy followed behind, shouting after him. “Him disappearing. The southerner is right. When he bleeds over into our world, he tires himself out, especially if he keeps taking on different forms. ” “What? How the hell do you know all this? ” He suddenly stopped running, causing me to nearly crash into his back. “I…” he began, before taking a deep breath. “Its a long story. Ill have to explain quickly. ” And as much as it scares for me to admit… his story sounded eerily similar to mine. It all started with the incident years prior. The last time Mr. Blank had made an appearance. When Svens fiancée had disappeared, Collins brother had disappeared along with her. He was living halfway across the country when itd happened, though. When hed heard about his missing sibling and the obscure details that went along with it, he booked the first flight over and attempted to figure things out for himself. It went as youd expect. Devoid of any trustworthy leads. Lack of any real direction. It took him an entire week of relentless (and dangerous) searching to learn the name “Mr. Blank. ” And thats where it all started going downhill for him. But even then… he didnt stop. Collin started getting “visits” from him, the same way that I had. Just like hed done with me, Mr. Blanks psychological torments started off fairly surface-level. 80s horror movie villains, ghosts in the closet, creatures standing outside his window, etc. While they certainly took a toll on him at first, he endured, continuing his search in spite of it all. He even tried attacking Mr. Blank directly, just as I had. Wouldnt work out so well, as he went on to learn. Maybe he was just lying about it all, I dont know. But I could feel my anger towards him gradually fading as he relayed his story to me. He hadnt really done anything different than I had. Well… I guess he had. He did everything completely alone. I had Mike and Rose with me. After Collin had trudged through Mr. Blanks initial onslaught, the latter started pushing harder, trying to break him completely. This is where Collins story truly began diverging from my own. Mr. Blank began using more “abstract” scare tactics. For example, Collin came home once to find his father standing in the corner of his bedroom. His father had died some years prior. He didnt do anything, though. He just stood there with a blank expression like a mannequin, day and night, for nearly two weeks. On top of that… hed get more and more frail by the hour, as if he were rapidly losing weight. By the end, he was essentially a skeleton. That resulted in the first bonafide mental breakdown of Collins life. And of course, it wasnt even close to ending there. The psychological stress and torment he experienced sounded like enough to make anybody lose it completely. Hed see faces of pure malice and hatred staring at him in the mirror. Hed see a bottomless pit in the middle of his living room, while hellish screams constantly emanated from within it. Every time hed open up a toilet, the face of his sister (drowned to death) would be staring up at him, gasping for air. He couldnt bring himself to describe the worst of it, though. Just that his deepest, most visceral fears were manifesting in front of his very eyes. And it was breaking him minute by minute. It did reach a point where he attempted suicide. He walked onto his balcony in the middle of the night and looked over the railings from the 14th floor. He stared down at the ground with his mind running a mile a minute. But before he closed his eyes and took the plunge, he saw a figure with a blank face staring at him from below. He said that he froze in that moment. While they stared at each other, he said that he was coming an understanding. An implied agreement. Do what I want, and Ill end this hell for you. He felt a transitory comfort, combined with a sensation of overwhelming coercion. In other words, he didnt have a choice in the matter. “Its not like I can explain it, ” he said. “He was fucking with my head. It felt like… Id face something worse than death if I didnt play by his rules. If I didnt do what he said. Go ahead and think what you want about me. But… you werent there. You couldnt have understood. ” “Right, ” I said, trying to digest what Id just been told. “Do you still hate me? ” I sighed to myself. I dont know, did I? “Depends, ” I finally said. “You said that we had a chance. What did you mean by that? ” He nodded. “Yeah. We do. I can help you get her back. Everything just has to go right. ” My ears perked up. “Alright. Go on then. ” “We can defeat him. Kill him. All we have to do is… capture him on tape. ” I raised an eyebrow. “Thats it? Are you kidding me? ” “No, its not what you think. Whats been chasing you up until this point hasnt been Mr. Not his real form, anyway. Thats what we need to capture. Dont ask me how it works, but… he cant exist in two mediums, or digital spaces at once. His one real weakness. The film that was shown when everybody went missing, thats the first one. Get him on tape with your own camera, and thatll be the second one. ” “Well, how the hell are we supposed to see his true form? ” “Thats… the hard part. He only sends out puppets when he crosses over into our world. In order to see him as he truly is, we have to enter his. ” “Is that where…” I began asking. He nodded. “Yes. Thats where your girlfriend is. ” “How do we get there? ” Collin reached into his backpack and pulled out a film reel. "Watching the film almost acts like a passageway between his world and ours. A more involved explanation really wasnt necessary. In fact, the whole situation began making a lot more sense. I used to ask myself why Mr. Blank chose our town. Why the hell he just had to come here. Well, the theater that it happened at was an older one. A “classic” place, so to speak. It was one of the few places that still used projectors. “Whats… it like in there? ” Collin shook his head. “I couldnt tell you. But from what Ive learned… the people trapped in his ‘world are essentially being used as fuel. Blank feeds on inherent negative human emotions. Anguish, uncertainty, despair… fear. He doesnt kill them. Just keeps them there for himself. Keeps them in a constant state of terror. Most go catatonic after a few years in real-time, but it hardly feels like a week for them while in there. Thats why he keeps coming back here for more. Hell never stop. Even if every theater stops using film, Im sure that he'll find a way. He sighed. "I'm not proud of what I've done. But if I'm going to do anything good with my life. it's stopping this fucker forever. If that was true, then Lacey was essentially in hell. Shed been in hell for weeks. But I suppose it only felt like a few hours to her. “How long do we have until he comes back and tries to kill us again? ” “I cant give you an exact amount of time, ” I said. “But I doubt that we have more than a few hours. ” I took a deep breath as we reached the edge of the forest. Sven and Jimmy were close behind, catching up to us soon after. “What in the hell were you two yammering on about? ” Jimmy asked. I turned and looked at him. “Jimmy, we might need your help for a bit. ” Then I turned to Sven and grinned. “Lets bury this bastard. ”.
Movie Watch Windows on the world in 80. English isn't my native language so please excuse me if I make mistakes. Last month, when my parents were driving back from my uncle's house outside the city, they encountered a moose on a remote road in the forest, my father, who was the driver, swerved at a high speed and hit into a tree, they both died on scene. Because it wasn't a very often used road, they were only discovered the next day by a passerby. My sister has been staying with my grandmother who I'm not a great fan of. She would hit me when I was a kid, most of the time deservedly so, but also a lot of time unjustified. She said that she doesn't want to adopt my sister so the next option was me, I agreed to it without question, we are very close and in the end she's my family and I love her to the end of the world. My sister moved in with my GF and 2 weeks ago, obviously she's very scarred from what happened to our parents, we were both very close to them and they were great people. She still doesn't really talk much, only to me and sometimes my GF. We take her to therapy twice a week and there are improvements, even in such a short amount of time. Yesterday, after I stayed with my sister in her bed until she fall asleep, I went to my and my GF's room, she said that we have to talk about this situation. She said that we don't really have time for each other since my sister moved in. It's a fair point, we've only had sex once and that was when my sister was away, and even then I wasn't really into it at all. She said I should re-consider the adoption and maybe hand her over to my uncle and aunt. I refused, they're already busy as it is, my uncle isn't allowed to work because of a heart condition and because he didn't work long before being diagnosed, his disability fund isn't very big, my aunt works at a retirement home and that obviously doesn't pay great. They also pay for my cousin's university expenses while juggling taking care of my younger cousin, who's only 5. My GF is in her last year of university so we don't have much money either, I luckily found a job after university in my field that pays pretty good but it's been tough financially though soon enough I will start receiving funds from the government for adopting my sister. My GF said that she isn't ready to become a "mother" and over all having all these responsibilities of a parent which I can understand, it's tough and said that it's been putting a big strain on our relationship, which again is valid. Before, we'd get back from work and university and be off for the day, but now we have to pick my sister up from school, drive her to the therapist and also take care of her a lot when she's home, she doesn't like to be alone. I told her that while she makes valid points, all of that goes out the window when this is my sister, I can't just throw her away because it's not easy, it won't be easy and that I have to ride it out but that she doesn't, it probably wasn't the right thing this say because it set her off, and she said that if I had to choose between my sister and her, who I would pick. I didn't answer and we got into a bit of a verbal fight after which I went to sleep on the couch, and I kind of broke down from everything that has been going on lately. I should like to add that my GF and I have been together for 9 years, she knew my parents and they loved her, she also knows my sister from birth and I just can't understand how she could make me pick between them, I love both of them and I don't want to lose either of them. I think I need advice on what to do, or say with my GF, because I'm at a loss. EDIT: I also wanna add, becaause people seem to think that I just suddenly took my sister without even talking to my GF, that's not the case, we talked at it at length and she said that we need to get her to come home to us, no matter what, that's why I was also really surprised as to what she had to say. EDIT2: I wanted to thank everybody for great advice too, and for everybody's condolences, even thought we're all strangers here, seeing words of encouragament is great and actually impactful and helpful. Thank You. Update: I'm taking my sister to therapy in a bit, after I get back home my GF and I will talk about all this. Update 2: Ok, so we ended up talking about it for a while, and this is how it went first my GF apologized profousely for the other night, she said she acted like a spoiled little shit and that it wasn't acceptable at all. I told her that I still love her the same even though what she said was hurtful, and that I understand it's a huge jump for her and explained to her that she doesn't need to be a mother, just a friend or big sister to my sister and that I don't want to push any responsibilities on her, and said that if she'd like to, we could both take a break from each other to process this, she refused and said she processed it and admitted that what she said was a result of everything changing so quickly but she doesn't want or need a break because she realized she was in the wrong. She said that she regretted what she said almost immediately but thought that the damage was done, and that I will break up with her and she was scared to approach me because of that. Next she told me that she didn't mean to make me pick between them, and said herself that if someone posed her that question if she was in that situation, she would drop them and was thankful for me withholding that decision until we had a talk about it. She said it arose from her feeling distanced from me, and jealousy that I was spending a lot of time with my sister but had to spend less with her as a result. She understands why though, it's neccessary I take care of my sister while she's hurting and said she wishes to help me with that as much as she can and that she would like to help me get through this as well. She admitted that for the past 13 years, I've been her everything and that for those two weeks she thought she's losing me, and it terrified her but after talking about it with some of her close friends, she saw that she wasn't losing me, just that a very important thing popped up in my life that had to be taken care of and it was gonna take a lot of my attention which was previously focused mostly on her. She said that she wants me to know I can depend on her in terms of responsibility about my sister and that she will do her best to be good to my sister, and I can see that, compared to yesterday or the day before, my GF really tried with my sister today, initiated conversations with her and helped her out with homework and picking out some clothes before going to the therapist today. It was as if seeing my GF go from being a child to an adult in a matter of a day. I also admitted some of my faults, such as neglecting her over the past few weeks, although unintentionally I realise it can have an impact on a person and also not really giving her that much of a say on the matter whether my sister will come here to stay. We came up with a few thing, namely that we must definitely go to therapy sooner than later, she suggested leaving my sister with my aunt and uncle for a few hours over the weekend while we go and sort that out, and also that we need to be able to balance our time more efficently, so we can have at least a bit more time to reconnect with each other. Then she told me that she's sorry for not helping me grieve or finding time to do that and that our fight was a wake up call for her not being supportive enough of me through what happened recently and that she will do whatever she can to make up for her oversteppings recently. It was at this point that the whole entire month hit, like a train. I cried a lot while she was hugging me and giving me words of reassurance and comfort through the whole thing while allowing me to release what I've been holding onto this past month. This was my GF as I knew her, a very caring person and I really hope that what she showed two days ago, wasn't her real face as people are saying but merely a reaction stemming from insecurity, but I guess only time can tell that. I think it was a positive thing to do and obviously there's still tons more where that came from but, it's a step in the right direction. When I came back home with my sister, we all played cards and I just felt like we were a family, it's a good feeling. As of the time that I'm writing this, I put my sister to sleep and today she didn't take much time to fall asleep at all, she pretty much drifted off after a forehead kiss and some cuddling. I'm in the living room on the couch right now, my girlfriend is taking a shower and we're planning to watch a movie together, and honestly I'm thankful to everyone who gave me advice over the past few hours, I don't think I could have kept a level head so much if so many haven't had offered different points of view and sound advice. One thing I learned from this ordeal is that communication, especially in times of stress like this is vital, and that before making important decisions, it's good to talk to your partner and see if they maybe have a explanation for what they did, but also being ready for the worst. I went into the conversation with my GF being ready to break up if her view hadn't change because like it or not, for the time being my sister is a priority and I think that 2 days ago my GF didn't understand why and couldn't accept it, but after talking to her, and explaining why I have to take care of my sister like this, she now understand and accepts it. Once again, thanks to everyone who offered advice, and while this is a great community, I hope I'm never in a position difficult like this where I have to ask for advice although who knows what will happen.
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Movie watch windows on the world pc. Windows on the World, despite the fact that it takes place in the weeks following the 9/11 terrorist attack in New York, is a film that is urgently for our time. It is a hero's journey of a son trying to find his father in that grief-stricken landscape and the characters stand in for the millions of immigrants, legal and illegal, who contribute in their everyday lives, to the American landscape. The film seeks to counter the narrative that's all-too-prevalent in today's political and media landscape by telling a story set in America's biggest and most diverse city, at its darkest time. The script by playwright and novelist Robert Mailer Anderson (who also produced the film) is wise and completely engaging; he creates indelible characters who are ultimately inspiring and uplifting. Edward James Olmos gives what he considers to be the performance of a lifetime, and the rest of the cast is terrific as well-with a special shout-out to Glynn Turman. The direction, by Olmos's son Michael, is sure-handed, getting terrific performances from his cast, including his father, in this father-son story, and it's beautifully lensed. The music, including jazz and a title track written by Anderson, is pitch-perfect, supporting the story without getting in the way. This film should be seen by everybody-and I'm sure it will be in mainstream distribution soon, as this is a time when, although the major studios may have turned their backs on substance, terrific indie films like this one have many other possible venues. If you can't see it at a film festival, like I did, keep a keen eye out for it. Terrific and inspiring.
Movie watch windows on the world map. I did one of these a couple years ago and people seemed to like it, but I figured it could use an update. Take these with a grain of salt, of course, this is more for fun than anything. Its a pretty long post so Id probably recommend just skimming through for any names youre interested in. Pedro Almodóvar Its too big for me! I like to see what Im doing, to direct movies the same day. You have to wait too long to see the results. I like being able to impose my opinion as a director. Ive made 21 movies. Im used to doing it the way I like, not fitting with the Hollywood system. (Vulture, 2019) Darren Aronofsky You never know. I mean, Superman would always be interesting. But theyre already deep into reinventing him, so thats not going to happen for a long time. I think with those films you have to be careful because they are about communicating with as big an audience as you possibly can. Audiences who go to see those films expect a certain type of movie. (CinePop, 2017) Gemma Arterton Im not really into superheroes and stuff like that. But you never know. (HeyUGuys, 2015) Olivier Assayas I mean, I enjoy it as a viewer. I dont think I would touch it as a filmmaker, but I can certainly understand the fun one has with that material, not to mention the admiration Ive always had for the writers and artists of the comic books. Once in a while, I still do read X-Men comics. Im just fascinated by the complexity of the narratives and the ambition of the storytelling, which is way beyond whatever theyre doing in the movies. (AV Club, 2015) Ari Aster Ive received some really enticing and cool offers, and I certainly want to hear what the offers are, but I am self-generating. I have so many films I want to make that Ive written that are so vivid in my head. Never say never, I definitely want to look at everything that comes my way, but itll take a lot to pull me away from these projects that are sort of on the tip of my tongue and that Im ready to make. (Happy Sad Confused, 2019) Michael Bay I wouldnt want to, its not my thing, its just not my gig. (Collider, 2016) Orlando Bloom I do read [the Marvel comics] a little bit. Whos the British one? Captain Britain! There you go. Terrible costume, though. (BBC Radio 2, 2018) Emily Blunt Not particularly. (Variety, 2018) Bong Joon-ho I dont think Marvel would ever want a director like me. I dont expect any offers from them anytime soon. Of their movies, I did enjoy the films by James Gunn and James Mangolds Logan, and I think there are great directors who can handle great projects like that. (Variety, 2020) John Boyega I sat down with Marvel years ago, but thats not the direction I want to go at all. (ComicBook, 2019) Danny Boyle I wouldnt be very good at it. I saw the Spider-Man movie, the animation, and I thought it was wonderful, but out of my league. Normally when you see a movie like that, you think, “I could maybe do that. ” I didnt think “Maybe” with this. It had a sensibility that felt truthful to its origins. Whoever made this, it is part of their bloodstream. Youve got to recognise that you have no idea how to get there. I dont think you should attempt one unless its in your bloodstream. Comics really arent in my bloodstream. (Empire, 2019) Alison Brie I would love to. I think especially after working on GLOW, where we all felt like we were superheroes, in a way it has satisfied my desire to do something like that. But in some ways its only whet my appetite. (Business Insider, 2017) James Cameron Im not the slightest bit interested in laboring in someone elses house. (Daily Beast, 2017) Timothée Chalamet I want to work with good storytellers and good directors on projects that are fresh, and on roles that feel challenging. Like Heath Ledger in The Dark Knight, or Christian Bale in that film, or Tom Hardy and Anne Hathaway in The Dark Knight Rises. If it was something of that caliber, then thats awesome. (Variety, 2018) Toni Collette Itd be super-fun to be a superhero. Im not averse to any particular budget. Im just averse to a shitty story. (Metro, 2015) Olivia Colman Ive always wanted to play a Marvel baddie. Im not sure I fit the mould, though. Like a powerful, extraordinary woman. Somebody with superpowers would be really fun, but Im not sure how many middle-aged women they have in Marvel. (Vulture, 2016) Sofia Coppola I love making small low-budget films where I am really allowed to do it the way I want, and I think when you have those huge franchises there are a lot of cooks in the kitchen and meetings in conference rooms. But Id never say never. (The Independent, 2017) Bryan Cranston I dont want to do a character that has been done several times before. I dont want to be compared, like, “Well, his Commissioner Gordon was yada yada yada. ” I dont want to do that. I want to take something that hasnt been done. (ScreenGreek, 2018) Tom Cruise Ill never say no if I find something thats interesting, and I think an audience would like to see it, and theyre going to be entertained by it, and I feel like I can contribute something. (MTV, 2018) Guillermo del Toro Well, I co-wrote a whole screenplay on Justice League Dark for Warner Bros., so thats your answer. I love Deadman, I love Demon, I love Swamp Thing, Zatanna. Thats a universe, is one thing. Im very attracted to that side of the DC universe. But Im not a superhero guy. For me to like a superhero, the superhero needs to be a monster. (ComicBook, 2019) Leonardo DiCaprio You never know. Theyre getting better and better as far as complex characters in these movies. I havent yet. But no, I dont rule out anything. (ShortList, 2015) Zac Efron I would do it in a second. Im just waiting for the right opportunity. (Elle, 2017) Taron Egerton I love Marvel and I love the movies and Id love the excuse to get in shape. (Variety, 2019) Robert Eggers Absolutely not. (Bloody Disgusting, 2019) Cynthia Erivo Yes. My body is suited to it. And Id love to see what that experience is like. I think I could have a good time doing it. (Hollywood Reporter, 2020) Giancarlo Esposito I love those guys at Marvel. Weve been trying to figure out how to collaborate on something. (ComicBook, 2016) Rebecca Ferguson I dont think my goal is to throw myself into Marvel university. I love their stories, some of their characters are great, but I do it for the stories, for the people you work with, for the directors. Well see. (Metro, 2016) David Fincher Maybe. I was open to doing a zombie movie. I think in terms of stories — I dont want to have to go and they say, “Okay, you have to dream up something for Meteor Man. ” Or whatever. I dont want to have to cobble together something around a pre-existing mask or uniform or cape or idea. (SXSW, 2019) Jodie Foster No, not interested in the franchise hero, superhero movie at all. Its just not what I do. Im glad other people do it and theres always been those kinds of films, and there will always be those kinds of movies. Its just now theres been kind of, theres a word for it in business where features as a business model have been more keen on, 95 percent of what they do is 200 million plus action films that appeal to all four quadrants that are these high-risk action films. (ScreenCrush, 2018) Cary Fukunaga No, not really. I feel like theyve all been taken. I do think theres a place to make intelligent, big films. It depends on sensibility, too. I loved Guardians of the Galaxy. (Vulture, 2015) Greta Gerwig I would be open to doing a bigger film but at the same time I think, for me, one of the guiding principles of what I try to do to make my career as I have tried to make it, I always have a sense of what I would drop everything for and I think the thing that I would drop everything for is my own work that I write and that I make. Its not that Im not interested in those things, its just that they dont come first. (Silver Screen Riot, 2015) Hugh Grant [I was recently offered one, but] there was a scheduling and family issue. Otherwise, I was absolutely up for it. It was a juicy role. It was a baddie. I love a good baddie. (Variety, 2019) James Gray I have no problem with Marvel. Ive taken my children to Marvel movies and its a great experience — a bonding experience. Its beautiful, and those films are brilliantly made. I loved the first Captain America. Terrific movie. So its not about shitting on them. The problem is not that — the problem is only that. Its like if you went to the supermarket and you saw only one brand of cereal. Special K is all they had. Special K is not a bad-tasting cereal, but if thats the only one you could get it would be awfully frustrating. If the movie business starts catering to smaller and smaller groups, its going to start hurting itself in a major way. I would argue that it already has. Its my job as a director to try and push back against that a little bit. (IndieWire, 2019) Eva Green I really like physical stuff, actually. Even 300, I loved doing the training. It was thrilling to play that very strong woman. You get out of your head as an actor and you find the character through physical training. Id love to do more of the superhero stuff. (ComingSoon, 2019) Jon Hamm It depends on the script, what the story is. I am a huge comic book fan, always have been. I have read comic books since I was nine or younger. And I am pretty knowledgeable about a lot of them. And I like the genre, and I like when they are done well. (Hollywood Reporter, 2018) Armie Hammer I havent seen a superhero movie in a long time where I thought, “Fuck, I wish I was in that. ” You know? So for me theres not, like, a huge rush. (Happy Sad Confused, 2017) Neil Patrick Harris Id love to be some sort of villain in a big-budget action movie. Or a superhero franchise. Thatd be rad. (Interview Magazine, 2015) Ethan Hawke I guess Ive been offered things like that that didnt appeal to me. You have to be careful about what youre famous for. You dont want to be famous for something you dont love. It brings people a lot of pain when that happens. (ScreenCrush, 2018) Lucas Hedges I dont see myself signing a long-term contract. That sounds frightening. Some of those actors who are in those movies really make challenging material work. Thats really impressive. I dont see that as a challenge Im dying to take on. (Hollywood Reporter, 2019) Taraji P. Henson I would love to be a Marvel superhero. (The New York Times, 2017) Ron Howard Ive had opportunities over the years. I really feel like you shouldnt make a movie as a kind of exercise. You have to be all the way in. I was never a comic book guy. I like the movies when I see them, especially the origin stories. I never felt like I could be on the set, at 3 oclock in the morning, tired, with 10 important decisions to make, and know, intuitively, what the story needs. (Happy Sad Confused, 2015) Glenn Howerton If Marvel came along and wanted me to play a superhero, I probably would because I think that would be really, really fun. (GQ, 2018) Charlie Hunnam I didnt grow up a comic book fan and I havent really seen any of those Marvel films or the Batman films. Its just not really my taste. Its not part of my vision for my career or what I aspire to. (Yahoo, 2017) taste. Peter Jackson Im not a superhero guy. (Empire, 2019) Lily James I want to do more action. I want to be a superhero. (Refinery29, 2016) Barry Jenkins Im friends with Ryan Coogler, and just seeing his path from Fruitvale Station to Black Panther, and seeing that his voice has arrived at Black Panther intact and hes creating on this scale that I think has far more reach than the scale Im creating on right now. Yeah, if the right character presented itself — I cant imagine Ryan directing Doctor Strange, I just cant. But I think even superheroes are characters. And I think what Ryan did so well in Black Panther was showing the human being that TChalla is. So, if something like that presented itself, yeah, Id be interested. So long as I had the freedom to create the way I create. (Houston Chronicle, 2018) Charlie Kaufman Of course. But — no one wants me to do that. (IndieWire, 2016) Jennifer Kent The opportunity has been there if I really wanted to pursue that path and it still probably is to some extent. I am excited by this aboriginal Marvel character, Manifold. Aboriginal culture is the oldest culture in the earth; its so sophisticated and deep. It would interest me to take that out to the planet. There could be some amazing story there. (IndieWire, 2019) John Krasinski I would love to be in the Marvel universe. I love those movies because theyre fun, but I also think theyre really well done. And certainly a lot of my friends are in those movies. (Total Film, 2020) Mila Kunis No, thats a lot of working out. Lots of those people are hungry, and you have to be because you have to be in shape and I dont want to be hungry for 10 years. (MTV, 2018) David Lowery I grew up reading Marvel comic books and its a joy to see the aesthetic replicated on screen so thoroughly. Yet the aesthetic is so well-grounded at this point I dont think theres anything I could contribute to it. So the answer is likely no. But I do love superheroes, so there might be the right superhero movie out there I may want to delve in. (Macleans, 2017) Rooney Mara I dont really get offered those parts, or maybe I do. I dont even know. Maybe I do and I just dont even realize it and just say no to them. For me its just all about the director and its all about the script and the story. (Deadline, 2016) Matthew McConaughey I did Sing, I did Kubo and the Two Strings. But other than that Im like, what have I done that my kids can see. Ill be there in a little while! Ill do something. (Fandango, 2018) Adam McKay Were always kind of talking. I think Feige is just the greatest, and what theyre doing is amazing. (Happy Sad Confused, 2018) Christopher McQuarrie I must tell you, the possibility of my doing a superhero movie is remote in the extreme. (Twitter, 2019) Sam Mendes The funniest letter I got — they were sending [a packet for] The Avengers, right? For directors to pitch — and I got a package, which was full of comic books, but no treatment; there was no script. But the cover letter said “Marvels Avengers will be released on May 3, 2012” or whatever it was. That was the first sentence of the cover letter. Not, “We have the pleasure of enclosing the materials…” or “Here is the script for…” But the release date. I mean, thats not my world particularly. Ill go see it, particularly with my kids, but I didnt want to make it. (Moviefone, 2012) Sienna Miller I feel quite content. Its a huge commitment to have the ambition to be playing those parts and to be doing those roles. I dont know that I have that, the ambition that it takes, the drive that it takes. Yes, I think I have subconsciously shied away from that, I think the idea of that is daunting. (The Guardian, 2017) Helen Mirren Oh yes. Id probably have to be the baddie. You know, because Im British. (CineMovie, 2013) Viggo Mortensen Im just looking for good stories, and the ones Ive happened to find and commit to have happened to be in other countries, or are independent films. Im not trying to avoid any kind of budget or genre of movies. (LA Times, 2016) Elisabeth Moss I dont think Im good at the whole green screen thing, but Im not averse to trying it out. Im more into, like, a weird concentration camp miniseries [laughs. Thats a sure path to my own Marvel movie. (MovieMaker Magazine, 2019) Carey Mulligan I dont think I would be very good in something like that. (The Resident, 2018) Eddie Murphy No! Im going to be 60 in a year. Who would I play? The old brotherman? I guess thatd be the character. Man, fuck that. I cant be standing around in a movie with a stick and shit, pointing and telling people, “Oh, you should do this or that. ” Im just not down with the whole superhero movie thing. But, if I had to, I guess I could play a villain or some shit like that. (IndieWire, 2019) David Oyelowo I tread with caution around the notion of those kinds of characters. Depending on which one of them youre playing, theres always a danger youre going to get so identified with this larger than life character that it could become tougher for audiences to believe you in other roles. (The Wrap, 2015) Al Pacino I would do anything that I could understand in terms of how I fit in it. And you know, of course if I could fit in it. Anythings possible. You know, I did Dick Tracy and I got an Oscar nomination, so come on. (Deadline, 2014) Dev Patel I had a wee bit of a scarring experience when I attempted to be a part of a franchise, and it didnt quite hit the mark. It makes you evaluate what kind of mark you want to leave on the industry. (Esquire, 2016) Jordan Peele So many of those properties — its a childhood dream to be able to essentially see what you saw in your imagination as a child, watching or reading or whatever you were doing with that stuff. Its a filmmakers dream. But you know, I feel like I only have so much time. I have a lot of stories to tell, and it just doesnt feel right. It just doesnt feel right. Im a comic book and graphic novel appreciator, but I cant call myself a true fan boy. (Rolling Stone, 2019) Sean Penn You asked me with a camera on this face and in this time of my life if I would be a superhero? laughs) Maybe, if theres a very funny one. (Reuters, 2015) Brad Pitt I dont think so. I think theres enough. I dont think I have anything to add. (24 Oras, 2019) Daniel Radcliffe If it was good enough and something I was interested in. Im not sure if Id sign up for something that was another seven or eight films or ten years, but a shorter franchise, yeah. (Business Insider, 2016) Lynne Ramsay When I was 15 or 16, I had a boyfriend who was an obsessive fan [of comics. His apartment was so full of comic-books he made a path through the boxes to get places. My boyfriend at the time was always on about the psychology of the characters, the ones that he really liked tended to have these strange histories. A lot of them are quite Freudian and strange. I liked Bill Sienkiewiczs work, and Alan Moore is so special. The ones I liked were deeply, darkly screwed-up reflections of the world – where you can see how they became what they became and that past was super-psychological. Theres some amazing things in graphic novels and comic-books, and they taught me a lot about filmmaking as well. Someone said to me that You Were Never Really Heres like a graphic novel. I think Ive learned a lot about filmmaking through comic-books, in terms of how to tell a story visually. That had an influence on me. If youre able to do it without a committee, with a real set approach to it, where you have freedom and people trust you, that would be amazing. (Yahoo, 2018) Eddie Redmayne I love the films. You know how in summer, when studios compete for people to see their summer blockbusters, I am their dream. I see all of them. I would never rule out the opportunity to be in one. (The Sun, 2015) Nicolas Winding Refn I love Hollywood. I love glamour and glitz. I love camp. I love vanity, I love egos, I indulge in all that, but the bigger kind of approaches or the offers that have come my way or the interest, in the end, Ive always just felt that I wasnt the right person in the end for it. Doesnt mean that it wont happen. I mean I would love to do one of those comic book movies. (Collider, 2019) Kelly Reichardt Theres absolutely no danger of that happening [laughs. But maybe theres something for me somewhere in between that and my sort of films. I did really enjoy doing my little wagon crash in Meeks Cutoff. It was one of the most fun things I ever did, and I suddenly realized, “Oh, this is why people love to smash things up. Its so much fun! ” (Variety, 2016) Boots Riley I have a problem with superheroes in general, because, politically, superheroes are cops. Superheroes work with the government to uphold the law. And who do the laws work for? Put it like this: We all love bank robbers, because we know that in the two sides of that equation, the robbers are the ones to root for, not the banks. Only in superhero movies and the news do they try to make us think were against the bank robbers. (The New York Times, 2018) Guy Ritchie Im up for it. Im a guy that likes to work so Im gonna work. And Ill work with whatever I can to make it work. Im not an absolutist about what a genre is so Im not a no-man, Im a yes-man when it comes to making something manifest. (Variety, 2017) Gina Rodriguez I would love to be a superhero—thats all I want to do is play a superhero. (E! Online, 2015) Saoirse Ronan If a script came along that was strong, interesting, original, I would take it. A good script is a good script. (Vogue, 2018) Winona Ryder No one is banging my door down to be a superhero. I dont know how good I would be. I have low bone density, so I dont know if anyone really wants to put me in a cape and chuck me out a window. (Collider, 2016) Josh Safdie A studio offered us to do a sequel to this huge comic-book thing. We just said, “No, we dont wanna do that! ” But we are interested in working in the studio system. (The Independent, 2017) Andrew Scott Absolutely, I wouldnt say no. But it very much depends on the character. And what exactly it is that youre doing. Ive definitely had conversations about that world before, but as yet, it hasnt transpired. So for me, it just depends on the acting requirement. The films are definitely really cool. So, I dont know. Well wait and see. (Digital Spy, 2019) Amanda Seyfried Theyre highly enjoyable. I love being an audience member. I just dont want to put on the suit. Nope, Im not into [stunts. Thats not where I see my career going. (Late Night with Seth Meyers, 2015) Alexander Skarsgård If you do it with the right tone, then sure. (The Guardian, 2015) Steven Soderbergh Well, look, those movies are bananas. I see some of them and Im like, “I couldnt direct 30 seconds of that. ” Just because so much of my time would be spent on things Im ultimately not interested in. You look at my career, and its mostly just two people in a room. Two people in a room to me is exciting. If you look at history, it's the way gigantic things happen; its the result of two people in a room. Ive always felt that was the richest tapestry you could come up with. So anything that isnt about that, Im immediately kind of like, “Well, why isnt it two people in a room? ” So youre just spending all this time having conversations with VFX people, instead of with actors about what the scene is. And thats what Im interested in. Its not that Im a snob. Its just that I wasnt into comic books as a kid, and Im not interested in things that dont have to do with performance. (W Magazine, 2017) Aaron Sorkin I happen to have meetings coming up with both DC and Marvel. I have to go into these meetings and tell them as respectfully as I can that Ive never read a comic book. Its not that I dont like them. Its just that Ive never been exposed to one. So, Im hoping that somewhere in their library is a comic book character that Im gonna love and Im gonna wanna go back and start reading from the first issue on. (ComicBook, 2017) Lakeith Stanfield I would love to play the Joker. Thatd be beautiful. (Jimmy Kimmel Live, 2020) Kristen Stewart I think maybe what Ive learned is that I dont want to do another [big franchise] ever again [laughs] … No, I mean, sure. Maybe. I never really limit myself. (Konbini, 2019) Justin Theroux There are younger guys than me that are better at it than I am. Ill leave it up to them. (Vulture, 2014) Jean-Marc Vallée If the script is great, yeah. But so far, its not my cup of tea. (Hollywood Reporter, 2016) Paul Verhoeven If I could add some other level to it, but if it's the same as whatever those other people are doing right now, then no. No! I'm not saying it's not possible, but, like, when they wanted to pit Batman against Superman [laughs, hands flailing] My God! Metro, 2016) Denis Villeneuve No, because Im not from that culture. Im French-Canadian which means that my culture is European. I was influenced by authors from France and Belgium, and Europeans are graphic novelists. Honestly, I know very little about most of them. (Happy Sad Confused, 2017) Mark Wahlberg Im not leaving my trailer in a cape. (American Film Market, 2016) Lulu Wang [Big movies like that are] really made by committee. And thats one of the reasons I dont want to do it right now. Because I havent figured out my voice yet as a filmmaker. (Hollywood Reporter, 2019) Denzel Washington I havent been approached. You know, well see what happens. 2018) Ben Wheatley They usually take people after two films, and [Free Fire was] film six. So you can safely say theyll not come fucking knocking on my door. (Q&A, 2017) Olivia Wilde Totally, yeah. Absolutely. (MTV, 2019) Evan Rachel Wood I would love to be a superhero or something. (Cinephiled, 2014) Steven Yeun Id like to do anything, if it comes my way and moves me Im into it. (South China Morning Post, 2020.
Ok where to begin first my English is ok but I'm not good with periods commas stuff like that so this probably will be a long run on sentence I am going to write what happened to me I was about 17 years old and would always wake up but couldn't move and felt very scared and hard to breathe basically having a panic attack frozen and when I told my parents I am having this problem they said it's the devil sitting on your chest bc you didn't say your prayers before I went to bed coming from a religious Muslim family I grew up with the basic teachings and such so I believed them and would always say the prayers but still would happen. I would always see shadows around always would feel that something is watching me but since I would wake up scared although fine I kept it to my self and never brought it up with my family again. These episodes were getting more frightening I started floating around my room in a circle I would be inches from my ceiling to the point I could feel my nose touch but after all these occurrences I would wake up fine just scared shitless of the night before I started doing research and found sleep paralysis and became extremely more comfortable in the fact that I was not indeed infested with the devil lol after doing alot of reading and videos I was more comfortable knowing what I had learned and I was not the only one in the world who experience these things I would still have episodes but I was not as scared as I was before since I knew it was not real. They faded and I would have them less frequently as I got older but I had an episode that I will never forget I was in my early 20s and was sleeping in the living room when I woke to a vibrating hum so loud I felt the bones in my body vibrating I tried getting up and found that I was completely frozen I kept trying to get up but I failed I was frozen there. while hearing this loud noise I felt a wave of light envelope the room my living room became so bright all I could see was pitch white not affecting my eyes just white and I was still frozen looking at just white when in the corner of my eyes I was seeing movment they were real faint but with time they became more recognizable as figures. I was not confused not scared I just wanted to keep looking at this white light that was all around me. I stared to hear that same humming for a brief moment and I snapped back to me realizing im not home I wasn't back in my living room and something didn't feel right the room stared to take shape into a very large oval shaped room with no visible windows or door with just a large table that seemed to be built from the floor up and couldn't be moved as it was apart of the whole structure of the room I started to get this feeling that maybe I died in my living room and that's when I started thinking of my family and loved ones that I will never see them again I stated sobbing and felt tears on my face and hands when I wiped them really hard cry and groans when a voice tells me to calm down everything is fine you have no reason to cry as we are here to help you. I didn't hear this with my ears I didn't hear it in my head but I felt it I can't explain I speak with my physical voice who are you? We're are you I feel him say I am across from you and then this room that had no windows or door suddenly started changing and a huge transparent window appeared to me and and across I saw him a 8ft huminoid that looked exactly as the typical stereotype of an alien but he was so amazing to look at he was beautiful I could see the wrinkles on his face the small holes on the side of his head his huge eyes that were a dark brown his nose was so tiny and the nostrils were also I never once felt scared never once felt I was in harm I felt that this being was incapable of harming me looking at him in awe I uttered how did I die? I looked in his eyes and felt him saying I had not died and I would return home I asked where I was he told me in a ship in your solar system. What am I doing here why am I here. he told me your time with us has been more then just this visit we have been visiting you for years and said my name. When he did I became even more calm and the transparent wall went away and came in this tall being with a skin tight suit that had kinda looked like Jewish writing with Egyptian hieroglyphs on his arm he came in one feet from me looked at me and put out his hand for me to shake and when I reached out and grabbed his hand I remembered him we had meet before and even memories of our conversations we had in the past came back to me he was extremely friendly and was interested in me almost as I was in him this being who I call e. t yes he even knows what movie his Nick name is from as he can see all my memories way I can explain how he knows how to speak to me in English is they can use all your knowledge you have for instance if you speak Russian the being will be able to even speak colloquial as you do. Anyways I ask him why am i just now remembering all of this he told me my time with them is almost up and when he said that that is the only time I felt scared and sad while I was with them he noticed and told me to not be and I would understand soon He told me to follow him as he took me to a room on the ship I had been many times before a room with a clear window of what was outside the ship but this window was also a screen he showed me life on other planets with it other animals other beings I've seen a animal on a different planet that looks exactly like a dog mixed with a lizard that lives in water and is about 180 ft big a animal that can become invisible completely I've seen thousands of animals even some undescovered in our planet Earth I've seen a species of whale in our oceans insects I've even seen a trex they have and they are colorful like parrots Once in this room these memories were so profound and confusing I've spent hours in this room and I am just now remembering everything why me? the being noticed and put his hand on the back of my neck and I felt calm I didn't like what I remembered although I've seen the beauty of the universe I've seen the evil other beings being killed on there planet famine disease war planetary problems so much pain and we as humans are on the road for the same fate as them the being took me back to another room where I saw 6 other beings each extremely different once I saw them I remembered every single one and knew there names and where in the universe they came from. were all part of a committee of preserving the planet Earth we are basically a animal sanctuary being looked after by beings who can't interfere with our affairs but can stop other beings from killing us I know some stuff that I can't post I know things that will ruin society how we live how we see the universe we truly aren't ready a handful of you might be but the majority are not all the memories all the fellings I got back that night was confusing at first but I didn't question it once I knew they were real and I had spent so much time with these beings so much learned from them I love them so much and would die for them as I was in front of the 7 beings my closest friend e. t the leader told me i was towards completing the time I had with them. I asked if I was going to be put back on earth with no memoires of this and I felt extremely sad that I would not remember anything and he told me they would not this time and it was up to me figure out what's next the other beings seemed very happy and I felt all of there emotions and they felt so happy for me which made me feel very euphoric like I'm a very important person I asked what next for me he told me go teach what you learned from us and I knew exactly what he ment I asked for a hug and they all came forward with a hand and put it on me and I've never felt so much love in my life I was apart of them I was them I was the universe I asked when I will see them again and they told me soon... I remember the wall showed earth and they said we will put you back now and before I left I started to cry like a baby not wanting to leave them but suddenly felt that I couldn't leave earth my home there were to many lives like mine on there who were lost like me who didn't know what to do but maybe with what I know they will find love and peace I remember waking up in my living room and instantly went to tell my sister what happened and I got laughed at I told my parents who thought I was on drugs I told my friends who them started distancing themselfs from me I felt alone I quit my job since money has no point I can't work I don't eat much and I am extremely depressed all I do is stay home sleep during the day and stay up and night mostly outside looking at the stars for a sign hoping I could once again feel love... I have never been so lost it's like all these was to make me even more sad I don't know. no one understands me and I don't know what to do so I am writing this to maybe find some answers I kinda like telling my self it wasn't real and was a dream to ease the pain I feel but that night was so real so vivid I can't believe it 's been 2 years since I've last seen the 7 guardians and I have done nothing with the information I have. only a few people know who in turn think I'm crazy but maybe you might understand maybe you have answers? Was it all sleep paralysis a dream a figment of my imagination it feels so damn real like I am typing this. Btw I've never used reddit this is my first ever post so I am still new to understanding how it works.
0:40 Peace On Earth 😞. Leads to him taking on characteristics of the real Elliot Alderson's happy prison life. These include: forgetting Darlene is his sister, not knowing about the abuse he suffered from his father, and even acting on concepts the real Elliot has created such as the anarchist hacker group name FSociety. This is a GREAT point. In another thread, someone had asked me if the Mastermind had created the E-Corp plot in S02E04, why didn't he remember it as the series started, and I think your point answers that perfectly. Great catch.
The DEW weapons (if they really exist. would cost many millions to manufacture. So which is cheaper? Pay up the millions of money? Or lie about their existence, and pay just a few pennies for lots of boxes of matches. My life fell apart in 1992. That was when I lost my son. His name was James and he was seven years old. My life wasnt good before that either, I cleaned rich people's houses for next to nothing, but at least I had my little boy. As long as I had him, I felt just as rich as the people I cleaned for. James was such a big part of my life that after I lost him, I lost myself. The day I lost him was perfectly normal. One of those days you wouldnt remember. We were at the grocery store. I let left my son in the line to the cashier to get something I had forgotten. And when I came back he was gone. No one had seen anything, and the CCTV had apparently been out of function for weeks. The police did what little they could. My son's face was on the local news for some time, but no one recognized him. He was simply gone. And so was my will to live. I wanted to kill myself, out of sorrow and guilt, but my depression made me so apathetic that I couldnt even muster the strength to do that. Instead, my mind just shut down and I entered a form of self-destructive autopilot. I watched myself fall down… saw myself tend to my basic needs – eating, drinking, sleeping – without caring about anything else. Before I lost my job one of the house owners who listened to my story offered to “help” me by giving me a job that would pay more for less work. I didnt have any self-worth. My autopilot, capable of nothing more than the minimum effort to survive, accepted the offer. So I watched myself fall… I saw myself get dressed up, get out of my tiny apartment, stand at the side of the street. It was a big city, my new employer used to say, it was thirsty. For five years, I watch myself fall without a care in the world. There was something strange in the air that night at the end of 1997, something that made me tense up. For the first time in a long time, it felt as if I was watched by someone other than myself. And I didnt like it. It felt wrong. My hair stood on end. My corner was next to a movie theatre. Starship Troopers was playing. A large group of people stood outside. I usually shied away from larger crowds when I worked, but this feeling – this feeling of dread – made me want to cross the street and ask them for a light, just to be near somebody. Just before I made up my mind about it a black Cadillac DeVille with shaded windows slowly crawled up to me. “Another customer, ” I thought, “rich one by the look of the car. ” A tall man stepped out from the passenger seat. “He has a chauffeur, ” I noted for myself indifferently, “very rich then. Better up my prices. ” He was in his sixties, I think. Not the oldest one I had been with, but definitely somewhere up there. 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Not that I cared that much, I just didnt know how to act in those kinds of super contrived situations. I was a whore, not an actress. “Oh, ” he said seemingly disappointed. “Well, this is pretty weird Im afraid. But Im willing to pay a lot. ” I locked eyes with him. His face was kind, but a scar that crossed his eye made him look threatening at the same time. I thought about it for a second and said: “How much are we talking about? ” “Enough for you to never have to work in this profession again. ” I laughed. “Dont be vague, give me a number. ” He smiled, but only with his mouth, and said: “Five hundred thousand dollars. ” I almost choked on my own spit. “For real? ” With that kind of money, I could retire, have a life… Maybe even do something to help other people in my situation. Possibilities that I hadnt even dare to dream about flashed in my mind. “For real, ” he said. He wouldnt have offered me all that money if he didnt want me to do something outrageous. Maybe he wanted me to do something, illegal, something involving dead people, animals or… kids? Fuck that shit, I thought, no money in the world could make me do stuff like that. I hesitated for a moment and then I asked: “Well, what the hell is it you want me to do? ” He smiled again, hopeful. “I havent accepted yet, ” I added. “Why dont we go for a ride, and Ill try to explain. ” “I can tell you right away that Im not doing anything sick, like some pedo-stuff or–“ The man laughed. “No, its nothing like that. Thats horrible. ” “You have my curiosity then…” I said with a skeptic look. He opened the door to the car and held it open for me. “Please, ” he said. “If you dont feel up to it after Ive told you, Ill understand and let you off where ever you want. ” The man sat down next to me in the passenger seat. I buckled up. The driver never turned around to greet me. He was a dark silhouette against the traffic lights ahead. 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It was easy to murder me. I wouldnt even resist. Maybe he wanted to torture me, keep me as some kind of slave. I shrugged at the thought of it. I couldnt make heads or tales of any of this. “You promise its not illegal? ” I asked even though I had no reason to trust him whatever he said. “And that I wont be harmed? ” “Its nothing illegal, ” he said. Thirty minutes later, the car stopped. The man sighted – I couldnt tell if it was from relief or despair – and opened the door. “We are here, ” he said. We stepped out on the yard of an abandoned, run-down school. I hadnt been here before, but given the cityscape in the background, I could tell it was south of the city and therefore most likely in one of the poor neighborhoods. Heavy snowflakes came down from the sky, painted orange by the street lights. I heard the man open the trunk of his car as I stared at the empty school building. A sadness came over me, the same kind of sadness that always came over me when I saw something that had to do with children. It reminded me of James. “Here are the clothes, ” the man said. “Are you ready? ” “S-sure, ” I stuttered. The way I saw it, both the worst-case scenario and the best-case scenario seemed equally appealing to me. “You can change inside the car. My driver will step outside. ” I took the clothes and returned to the car. The driver got out without being explicitly told to do so. It didnt make me feel any safer. “He really does want me to play dress up games, ” I thought as I looked through the clothes. It was some kind of uniform, with black leather boots and a peaked cap to go. It had a yellowish color, and a large eagle spreading its wings on the chest and at the front of the cap. While I put everything on, I felt relieved that it had all been about some kind of fetish. The man was clearly insane, paying me so much for some weird dominatrix role play. The yellow coat was a bit too large for me, but other than that the uniform fitted me perfectly. As soon as I exited the car, I felt somewhat embarrassed wearing these ridiculous clothes. The driver hurried inside the car again. “Wonderful, ” the man said. “Is it comfortable? ” “At least it helps against the cold, ” I said. “What is it, some kind of nazi uniform? ” “Youre thinking about the eagle? ” he said. “Its not what you think. Thats the Faravahar. ” “The what? ” “It doesnt matter, ” he said. “All you need to do now is to enter the door to the school. Ill meet you on the other side. ” “And then youll give me half a million? ” I asked. “Yes, or… do you need more? ” “Um… no, or I mean–“ “Ill give you what you need, dont worry. ” “Do-do you want me to order you around in there and–“ “Something like that, ” he said. I took a step toward the school. “Wait, ” the man said. “There is one thing you need to know before you go inside. ” “Uh-uh? ” “It's an address. ” He gave me a piece of paper. I looked at it. It said: “St. Nicholas Street 45. Third floor, door to the left. ” I couldnt figure out in what way this would play a part in his bizarre fantasy, but for five hundred thousand dollars, I guess I was ready to play along. “Youll understand the rest by yourself, trust me. Youre are the only one that can understand. ” “Ill see you inside then, ” I said. Still feeling like an idiot wearing a uniform, I opened the front door to the school and walked inside. As soon as the doors closed behind me, a gust of wind blew the cap off my head. I leaned down and picked it up again, and as soon as I had put it on my head I heard an explosion in the distance. The man didnt follow me inside. 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It was a young man, wearing a similar uniform as my own but with a lower rank. “Major! ” he said and saluted me. “Finally! ” He had the same odd dialect as the man. “Are you with the reinforcement from the east coast? ” As he spoke, I hesitantly stepped outside. The sky was just as dark as before, but the snow was gone and it wasnt cold anymore. “Whats going on? ” I said, to myself rather than to the young man. “We lost our commander a few days ago, ” he said as we walked toward a group of soldiers that surrounded what looked like a convoy of military vehicles. “Our company was dropped pretty far behind Checkpoint Necessity two weeks ago, and since then weve been fighting our way to our objective. But its been a mess from day one, and now its just thirty of us left. Luckily, we just intercepted the transport and–“ I stopped listening, it was just too much to take in. It felt as if I were dreaming and yet I knew I was awake. The confusion made me dizzy. I turned around and looked back at the school. It didnt look like before. Now it looked like an ancient ruin, almost completely destroyed. And then I saw the bodies. A soldier was piling them up on the schoolyard. They were all wearing blue uniforms. “We got them good, ” the young man said. “And boy are we happy to see you. Wheres the rest of your company? ” “Company? ” I couldnt grasp what was happening around me. “Are you okay, maam? ” I had no idea what to say… The old man had told me I would understand what to do, but this was completely insane. “Did he drug me somehow? ” I asked myself. But then I saw them… the soldiers were leading them out of one of the captured vehicles. A group of children. It only took a fraction of a second to recognize him, even though he had a bandage covering one of his eyes. It was James. He was one of the children being led out of one of the trucks. My confusion evaporated in an instant. I still didnt understand anything, I understood even less now, but my senses sharpened like a tiger locking on to its prey. “Maam? ” the young soldier enquired. “The occupying forces sent you as reinforcement, yes? ” “Um…” I had to think quickly. What the fuck Im going to do? But I knew, just like the old man had said. Even though I had no idea about what had happened, I understood what to do. And it was true, I was the only person in the entire world that knew how important that boy was. To everyone else, it would just have been a boy among other boys. For reasons impossible to understand, I had stepped out into a war zone and found my son and now I had to save him. But how? The address, of course! “Listen, ” I said, trying to give my voice some authority. I did have to role play, after all. “Um… My company was shot down over…” I interrupted myself since I didnt know what place to pick. “Three of us survived, ” I continued, “but the other two got killed just a few miles from here. Im sorry to bring you these bad news. ” I looked at the young man in the eyes. Hes disappointment was hard to miss. “Maam, Im very sorry to hear that. It will be difficult to get out of here alive without reinforcement. ” He introduced me to the rest of his company. They were all young men, saluting me with pride in their eyes. They looked up to me, wanted me to be proud of their accomplishment. “If they only knew who – or what – I really am, ” I thought. They had captured an elderly general, a man with silver-gray hair wearing a blue uniform with four silver stars on it. Next to him, a soldier laid dead. Just as young as the others. I wasnt able to reflect on it, but I saw the American flag on the side of his arm. There was a bang. One of the yellow soldiers had shot the general in the head. “He wasnt going to tell us anything, ” they said. 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You have to be quiet, you have to be very very quiet and not say a word to anyone. Can you do that? Nod if you think you can do that. ” He nodded. “Okay, good. ” I sat down and talked a little to the other children as well. There were six of them in total. After that, I stood up and joined the soldiers. Still completely disoriented, I spoke up: “Listen! ” they all looked at me. It felt strange to have this kind of attention, and I had to fight a blush appearing on my cheeks. “My company was shot down, and I was the only one to survive. But they didnt die for nothing. We were given very clear orders to protect these children and to bring them to a specific location. Im not at liberty to say why, but given how well our enemies tried to keep them from us I think you can all understand their importance. ” The soldiers whispered to each other. I was afraid they didnt believe me. One of them spoke up: “You werent sent here by the occupying forces, were you? ” he said. I swallowed nervously, fearing they would execute me just like the general. But then he continued with excitement in his eyes: “You got your orders directly from New Babylon, didnt you? ” New Babylon? “Yes! ” I said. “Of course. ” The soldiers smiled at each other, and then they all yelled out in unison: “For the emperor! ” “For the emperor indeed! ” I said. “Our mission is simple. ” I picked up the note I had been given by the man and read it. “We have to bring these children to… to Saint Nicholas Street! ” The soldiers looked frightened. No one seemed willing to speak. “Well? ” I said. “Is there a problem? ” “No, ma, its just that…” one of the soldiers said. “Its just that we just came from that area. Its heavily guarded. ” “I see, ” I said nervously. “I know Im asking a lot of you, but Ill personally make sure the emperor hears of your bravery. 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My son approached me, but I gestured him to stop before the soldier joined us. Shortly after, the convoy was on the move again. My heartbeat raced in step with the engine of the truck. I couldnt tell minutes from hours. Explosions. It reminded me of fireworks, but I knew it wasnt. It was death. We came to a stop. I heard voiced. Was this it? “Stop right there! ” someone yelled. After that, someone opened fire. I couldnt tell which side started it. The children began to cry. My son ran up to me, craving me. “Everyone out! ” the soldier who traveled with me said. “Well have to continue by foot from here. ” “We must protect the children! ” I said, naively trying to shout down the gunfire. “We must protect them with our lives! ” “Yes, maam! ” I picked up my son and tried to convince the other children to exit the truck, but they refused. The young soldier had to force them out. He picked up a little girl and told the other children to stay behind him. And then we jumped off the truck. I had no idea what waited inside, but I trusted the old man. I would know. “Take cover! ” the soldier yelled to the children as much as to me. We were standing in the middle of a street. I recognized it. The buildings where mostly knew, but I still clearly recognized it. One of my costumers had lived on this street. But it hadnt been called St. Nicholas Street. The soldiers were taking cover behind cars at the side of the street, cars that wouldve looked way more modern than any cars I had ever seen before if it wasnt for the fact that they were all burnt out. They were shooting at us from the windows. A large American flag hung on one of the facades. “We have to bring the children to the third floor! ” I said to the soldier carrying the little girl. “The door to the left! ” It felt as if everything happened in slow-motion. “What the fuck am I doing? ” I asked myself. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! ” I looked back at the children, hiding behind the truck. Slowly, our company advanced toward one of the apartment buildings. Number 45 was written over its door. Would the old man be waiting or me behind the door to the left on the third floor? I had no idea, but I kind of expected it. Why would he had lied about meeting me on the other side when he spoke the truth about everything else? “Letss go! ” the soldier covering me and the children yelled. “Go! Go! Go! ” He ran behind one of the cars closer to the building and we ran after him. The soldier who had asked about New Babylon had been shot in the head, laying dead in the middle of the street. “Oh my God, ” I said, “hes dead! ” “Weve lost five men so far, ” the soldier next to me said. “They died for the glory of Persia! ” I felt a sting of guilt. They hadnt died for whatever they believed in. They had died to help a prostitute save her son. I had ordered them to their death, and however much it scared me I knew deep inside that I would have ordered a hundred more if I had to. A bullet scratched my arm, but the chaos around me and the impact it had on my frantic mind made me not even notice the pain. We moved forward again. I made sure to run behind all the other children to make sure they would be safe. But before I got to the next car, holding my son in my arms, a series of bullets forced me to run to another car on the other side of the street. Separated from the others, I thought I wouldnt have a chance, but as it turns out it saved me and my son's life. Just moments later, in a rain of bullets, a rocket hit the car the rest of the children were hiding behind. I screamed in horror as I watch all of them, including the soldier who gave his life to protect them, being engulfed by the flames of the explosion. At the same time, three soldiers – the only one left as far as I could see – waved at me from the door to the building. I wasnt that far away from them, but it still felt impossible to reach them. But I ran. I held my son as tight as I could, defied every survival instinct in my body and I ran into the chaos and toward the door. Bullets pierced the cars next to me, throwing dust into the air, and ricocheted from the asphalt, but by some miracle, I reached the other soldiers at the door unharmed. We were shot at as soon as we kicked in the door. The firefight echoed in the small staircase. “Cover me! ” one of the soldiers yelled at me. I had no choice. I put down my son behind a column and as soon as the soldier ran toward the elevator I opened fire on the soldier attacking us from the stairs. The power of the gun took me by surprise, but I didnt let go of it. Every bullet coming out of the barrel shook my tiny body, and I screamed like a wild animal as I let hell rain over the people who I assumed must have taken my son from me. When I let go of the trigger, the soldier in the staircase fell dead on the floor. Killed by my bullets. I joined the other two Persian soldiers in the elevator. “Remember, ” I said as I pressed the third button. “The door to the left! ” The elevator slowly moved up. I hid my son behind me. We all pointed our rifles at the door, anticipating anything and everything as soon as the elevator doors opened up. I looked at the display beneath the buttons. One… Two… I made sure my son stood exactly behind me. And then the soldiers next to me opened fire, even before the doors had opened up. And when they did, at least five people – scientists in lab coats – lay dead on the floor. One of them, a woman, was still alive. She took cover behind a plastic plant, sobbing. There were two doors, one to the right and one to the left. The one I was supposed to open was locked. The woman behind the plant begged us to stop. One of the soldiers pointed his rifle at her, but I stopped ordered him to stand down. “Shes not important, ” I said. “Lets get this door open! ” It wasnt difficult to get it opened with the help of our guns. The old man was nowhere to be seen inside. I didnt understand what I was looking at. It was some kind of a machine with a platform in the center of it and control panels at the sides. “Get the woman! ” I said. They violently forced her into the room. “What is this? ” I yelled at her. “No, no, no, ” she cried. “It was our only hope…” “Tell me, ” I said, furious. I wasnt going to let myself be stopped now when I had gotten this far. I would do anything, anything to get my little boy home safe and sound. “Tell me or Ill order my men, not to kill you, no, but to keep you alive until theyve have found your entire family… and then they will force you to watch them being killed one by one. So you better tell me what this is right now! ” The terror in her eyes betrayed her. My threat had gotten to her. “Its a TDM, ” she said. “A temporal displacement machine. ” “How do you operate it? ” “Please, ” she begged. “Dont force me to–“ “Tell her, bitch! ” one of the soldiers yelled. “Its already calibrated, all you need to do is to type in the date and time over at the panel to the right. Two keys need to be turned, then the linkium-crystal will activate and send whatever is on the platform to that time. ” “Where's the keys? ” I asked. “They arent actual keys, ” she said. “Im one of the keys. Ill have to put my finger on one of the pads. The other key was doctor Robert. Hes dead outside. ” “But hes finger will still work, right? ” I asked. “Ye-yes, but please–“ “Shut up! ” I turned to the soldiers. “Bring me doctor Roberts finger! I have a strict order to return this child to his own time. These filthy people kidnapped him and all the rest. Thats what this is all about, do you understand? I have to send him back. Thats what the emperor wouldve wanted! ” I walked over to the panel and typed in the date and time I had entered the school. One of the soldiers returned with doctor Robert's finger, and the other one forced the woman to hold her finger on one of the pads. I placed myself on the platform. “Please, ” the woman pleaded. “That boy… His James Khavari. He will–“ “Silent! ” the soldier said and hit her in the face. “Its the will of the emperor! ” That was the last I ever saw of them. In the next movement, the woman, the soldiers, the corpses and all the explosions far away in the distance was gone. I was standing in an ordinary living room. And I held my son in my arms. When I returned to the school, the old man was nowhere to be seen. It was as if he had never been there at all. I never got the money he promised me, but he did give me all I needed. He helped me find my son. I havent been able to figure out who he was, but for each year that has passed since all of this happened my son looks more and more like him, with an identical scar over one of his eyes.
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And children spill them, incessantly. I am honestly so grossed out by vomit, poop and pee. My friend slept in bed with her child after nursing, and the baby vomited in her hair. In her hair. Wow. I wouldn‘t even want to love someone so much that I don‘t mind all that. I love my relationship. I love romance. I love the freedom we have. I love how in love we are. I love putting my energy into my marriage and enjoying all it brings. I would never want to sacrifice this amazing bond for a child. I am sufficient onto myself. I don‘t need children to take care of me, whether emotionally nor financially when I‘m old. The day I won‘t be able to support myself anymore because of old age I‘m going to book a ticket to something like the grand canyon, take a healthy dose of shrooms and fly. I‘m a lesbian. Even if I wanted kids, I would have to go through a ridiculously expensive process to impregnate myself with some strangers sperm. Did I mention my hate for bodily fluids? Also, co-parenting with a gay man or sth would mean to have men in my life as a fixture, something I don‘t want. I am aware of the toll pregnancy and childbirth and nursing and ALL of it takes on the body and psyche. I am not willing to sacrifice my health, mental and physical for the sake of another superfluous human. I want to be able to be sick and prioritize myself, always. Imagine having a cold, barely being able to move and having to care for the brood. The brood who probably infected you in the first place. I owe it to my non-child to not have it. I would be a terrible parent, due to my own mental health. I come from a very abusive family, and have inherited toxic patterns of behaviour that would scar a child for life. I go to therapy, but I won‘t be done healing before my eggs shrivel up anyways. My child could be seriously ill or have a disability. I wouldn‘t want to be someone‘s 24/7 medical caretaker. Devote my life to caring for a disabled individual. Couldn‘t do it. My child could be an asshole. Some people are born like that. Who wants to deal with that? My child could dump their offspring on my doorstep and run off. Happened to my best friend‘s mother. Her 19 year old heroin-addict daughter (sister of my friend) dropped her twins at her mother‘s doorstep and left, and now this poor woman who was excitedly looking forward to retirement is raising twins at age 50. Once I spent NYE with them and while everyone was running around in the house, breaking things, yelling, crying, fighting, playing, she was standing in the kitchen, glass of wine in hand, staring out the window, and mumbled more to herself than to me „If I could choose again, I‘d never have children. “ Uhm, yes, I get it. The constant noise. The constant begging for attention, the constant breaking of things. Preserving my own interests. I like an aesthethically pleasing home, I love my fine art, and my beautiful interior design. I like silence, reading my books in peace, listen to music in peace, watch the movies I want. I like to paint, and create with my hands, and I like to go to parties, museums, readings, rallies, concerts and festivals on the evenings and weekends. I am loved, and I love, more than enough. I can‘t imagine how a child would give me a higher sense of love than I already experience. There is no lack in my heart, I feel complete and I feel whole. I honestly believe that many parents confuse the hormone cocktail that ensures the infants survival despite its unnerving nature with true love. True love, to me, is FREE. It‘s something that happens when two autonomous beings decide they WANT each other, but don‘t NEED each other. I‘m yet to meet the person who doesn‘t have to recover from the co-dependent patterns between them and their parents and/or their children, which extend to all of their other relationships. I just don't want. I don't have the physical, hormonal desire. Thanks but no thanks. She was astonished at my level of thoughtfulness. I was like, did you think I didn't think this through? I'm not a breeder, I think before I procreate...
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