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The Last Movie: Stanley Kubrick and  Eyes Wide Shut (1999)

Produced by the British television network Channel 4, this documentary takes a look at the life and work of acclaimed filmmaker Stanley Kubrick, with special emphasis on the production of what proved to be his final film, Eyes Wide Shut. Family, friends, and collaborators of the great director offer a glimpse into his working methods and personality (as well as the estate where the reclusive Kubrick spent most of his time), among them actors Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman, fellow directors Steven Spielberg and Sydney Pollack, studio executive Terry Semel, Kubrick’s wife Christiane, and his daughters Anya and Katharina.

Here, Kubrick is portrayed as an eccentric but stable man whose reclusive nature allowed him to go out in public when he chose without being recognized, who had a close and loving relationship with his family, and who could be difficult and challenging to work with. Another of Kubrick’s daughters, Vivian Kubrick, who made a documentary on the production of her father’s film The Shining (one of the few relatively close looks at Kubrick at work), did not participate in this film. ~ Mark Deming, Rovi

You can also watch here in HD in one go:

15 years … How quickly time passes …

15 let …. Kako hitro beži čas …

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zzzeal:

Shoutout to all the artists on Tumblr who work on something for weeks and only get 4 notes

Shoutout to all the artists on Youtube who do amazing speedpaints and, if they’re lucky, will get 500 views

Shoutout to all underappreciated artists who do amazing work and receive no recognition

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Top ten directors and their best films to date: 

Here are ten unbelievable films by arguably the greatest directors of our time. Keep in mind that these are in no particular order, as they were difficult to choose, among all of the other great standalone movies. The talent behind the movie camera is what makes these movies special, and what keeps me coming back time and time again. 

-Intern Tom (v-has-come-to)

A Clockwork Orange | 1971 | dir. Stanley Kubrick

Fight Club | 1999 | dir. David Fincher

Goodfellas | 1990 | dir. Martin Scorsese

Inglourious Basterds | 2009 | dir. Quentin Tarantino

Saving Private Ryan | 1998 | dir. Steven Spielberg

The Dark Knight | 2008 | dir. Christopher Nolan

Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back | 1980 | dir. Irvin Kershner

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly | 1966 | dir. Sergio Leone

The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King | 2003 | dir. Peter Jackson

The Shawshank Redemption | 1994 | dir. Frank Darabont

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Ode to a Nightingale
By John Keats
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
         My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
         One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
         But being too happy in thine happiness,—
                That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
                        In some melodious plot
         Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
                Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
         Cool’d a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
         Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
         Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
                With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
                        And purple-stained mouth;
         That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
                And with thee fade away into the forest dim:

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
         What thou among the leaves hast never known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
         Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,
         Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
                Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
                        And leaden-eyed despairs,
         Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
                Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.
Away! away! for I will fly to thee,
         Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
But on the viewless wings of Poesy,
         Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:
Already with thee! tender is the night,
         And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
                Cluster’d around by all her starry Fays;
                        But here there is no light,
         Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
                Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
         Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet
         Wherewith the seasonable month endows
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;
         White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;
                Fast fading violets cover’d up in leaves;
                        And mid-May’s eldest child,
         The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
                The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
         I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call’d him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
         To take into the air my quiet breath;
                Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
         To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
                While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
                        In such an ecstasy!
         Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain—
                   To thy high requiem become a sod.

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
         No hungry generations tread thee down;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
         In ancient days by emperor and clown:
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
         Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
                She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
                        The same that oft-times hath
         Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam
                Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Forlorn! the very word is like a bell
         To toll me back from thee to my sole self!
Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well
         As she is fam’d to do, deceiving elf.
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades
         Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
                Up the hill-side; and now ‘tis buried deep
                        In the next valley-glades:
         Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
                Fled is that music:—Do I wake or sleep?
Hvala Penny Dreadful : ) … Čeprav je iz ust Timothya Daltona to zvenelo še boljše …
Penny Dreadful brought me here : )

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Orson Welles: Our works in stone, in paint, in print, are spared, some of them, for a few decades or a millennium or two, but everything must finally fall in war, or wear away into the ultimate and universal ash – the triumphs, the frauds, the treasures and the fakes. A fact of life: we’re going to die. “Be of good heart,” cry the dead artists out of the living past. “Our songs will all be silenced, but what of it? Go on singing.” Maybe a man’s name doesn’t matter all that much.

Movie Quote of the Day – F For Fake, 1973 (dir. Orson Welles) | the diary of a film history fanatic

How very true : )

oldfilmsflicker:

Orson Welles: Our works in stone, in paint, in print, are spared, some of them, for a few decades or a millennium or two, but everything must finally fall in war, or wear away into the ultimate and universal ash – the triumphs, the frauds, the treasures and the fakes. A fact of life: we’re going to die. “Be of good heart,” cry the dead artists out of the living past. “Our songs will all be silenced, but what of it? Go on singing.” Maybe a man’s name doesn’t matter all that much.

Movie Quote of the Day – F For Fake, 1973 (dir. Orson Welles) | the diary of a film history fanatic

How very true : )

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Cassavetes on Cassavetes

Genius ! Cinematical musings of Mr. Cassavetes are always worth a read and a deep reflection …
Odlično ! Kino zapiski velikana neodvisne filmarije Johna Cassavetesa so vedno vredni branja in temeljitega premisleka : )

Cassavetes on Cassavetes

Genius ! Cinematical musings of Mr. Cassavetes are always worth a read and a deep reflection …

Odlično ! Kino zapiski velikana neodvisne filmarije Johna Cassavetesa so vedno vredni branja in temeljitega premisleka : )

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bbook:

When I was young, there was always this conversation about selling out, who’s selling out to the man, and who and what you should trust. And that conversation completely seems to be gone from your generation. The band you love the most is already doing music for Bank of America, and it’s packaged by some hipsters who are making it an easy pill for you to swallow. It’s the complete embrace of the lack of an underground and consumerism by cultural people that I would think would be, in my day, turning you away from that. But now it’s all one big pool, and everyone seems so comfortable.
Eco-Terrorism on Film: Kelly Reichardt on Her New ‘Night Moves’

How true

bbook:

When I was young, there was always this conversation about selling out, who’s selling out to the man, and who and what you should trust. And that conversation completely seems to be gone from your generation. The band you love the most is already doing music for Bank of America, and it’s packaged by some hipsters who are making it an easy pill for you to swallow. It’s the complete embrace of the lack of an underground and consumerism by cultural people that I would think would be, in my day, turning you away from that. But now it’s all one big pool, and everyone seems so comfortable.

Eco-Terrorism on Film: Kelly Reichardt on Her New ‘Night Moves’

How true

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the60sbazaar:

"I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel"
R.I.P. Maya Angelou, you absolute star

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the60sbazaar:

"I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel"

R.I.P. Maya Angelou, you absolute star

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