Birdy | 21 | ⚥ | i got pronouns | winlo each did nothing wront
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Redacted FBI report on the Monkees, 1967 for
“‘…left wing innovations of a political nature.’ These messages and pictures were flashes of riots in Berkeley, anti-U.S. messages on the war in Vietnam, racial riots in Selma, Alabama, and similar messages…”
Taken from the FBI’s FOIA Library
Head, 1968
My favorite Kubrick movie
it is with a heavy heart that i must announce my balfour aralia, whom i'd nicknamed "winslow leaf", has (in tragic irony) lost all the leaves on one side of him after being neglected for the ten days i was away in another province T_T
Characters from The Phantom of the Parachute, or something
(Why, hello, it's my weird sense of humour again!)
I was nya-t myself last night… 🐈⬛🎹
Kitty Winslow is now available for preorder ! :]
This design of mine was featured in the “Not Just Songs: Phantom of the Paradise 50th Anniversary Zine!” @potpzine
the crushing guilt of being unproductive vs the exhaustion of being burned out. fight.
My piece for Not Just Songs: A Phantom Of The Paradise 50th Anniversary Zine! (breakdown under the cut)
Marble and brass bird sarcophagus from 1874 made for a pet bird named “Wee Wee”! WW’s shrouded body is still inside, in a little drawer that slides out.
winslow has had ENOUGH
audio transcript
"I need you to stop putting this horseshit on my timeline. I don't fucking care anymore. I don't fucking care about Hazbin Hotel. I don't fucking care about this John F. Kennedy assassination recreation on my fucking timeline. I don't wanna see this shit. I don't wanna see any more fankids of fucking Angel Dust and the other one, Alastor. I don't care. I don't fucking care, I don't wanna see this shit EVER again. I swear to fucking god, if you ever put this shit ba- GASP"
girl breakfast
nothing will make you think "i have got to get weirder" more than finally feeling comfortable enough around other people to admit to interests of yours that you think make you a freak and a weirdo only to realize with a combination of embarrassment and relief that you're like a normie to them
i wanted to do something nice to celebrate the 50th's 'Thursday today is Thursday' but life has been kinda crazy lately and this is as far as I got
Phantom of the Paradise Out of Touch THURSDAY
i'm actually devastated that this film about artist exploitation was "remastered" using AI. several scenes did look good but those were few and far between and absolutely did not make up for the blatant AI oversmoothing, eye/face fuckery, etc. i mean i'm glad i got to see it on the big screen and all but i wish they had shown the 200px version you used to be able to watch on youtube.
i'm actually devastated that this film about artist exploitation was "remastered" using AI. several scenes did look good but those were few and far between and absolutely did not make up for the blatant AI oversmoothing, eye/face fuckery, etc. i mean i'm glad i got to see it on the big screen and all but i wish they had shown the 200px version you used to be able to watch on youtube.
Just went to see the "remastered" Interstella 5555 at the theater.......... good god the blatant AI upscaling was egregious 😬 i don't think i've ever struggled so hard to enjoy something.
I'm very out of the loop so im curious to know who the hell's decision this was, and whatever happened to the original print? there has to be a better way. i refuse to believe there isn't. to call the product screened tonight a "remaster" or "restoration" is downright silly.
And how ironic is it, that an animated film about a band of artists being exploited at the hands of the evil entertainment industry, uses AI for its re-release?? HELLO????????
TOMORROW NIGHT'S THE BIG NIGHT *HAHA*
uh. what day is it
happy phantom week yall, crazy that the dates won’t line up again till 2030 </3
bweeeeeeeeehhhhhh
before it's over happy 50th winslow breaks out of jail day
La survivante
Quick one
There's something about seventies horror that reminds me of live theatre, actually. The sets and costumes are often cheap, and when it comes to period pieces, more 'inspired by' than accurate; the makeup is big and visible; even when the effects are really good, the blood is usually unnaturally red. The acting tends toward the broad and stagey.
And yet, it's also clear that realism is not the goal. Rather, the movie works to draw you in to a unified fiction, to get you to share in its nightmare. The best seventies horror I've seen has a dreamlike, Vaseline-lensed quality, a sense that it doesn't matter whether or not everything that happens in the movie is likely or even possible in real life. We've stepped outside of real life into a self-contained bubble with its own logic and its own sense, a dark fairy tale where the corpses of young girls might transmute into hares or eternally hungry floating heads, or the night of All Hallows might summon a stalking, unkillable masked evil from the past, or a ballet studio might be entirely controlled by witches. Even the lowest-budget, most exploitative Hammer flicks don't escape the touch of that dreaminess, that velvety, enfolding unreality. The movie suggests a world, and we, if we are wise, gladly succumb to the power of that suggestion.