Movies taught me how to feel

As a society, we are fascinated by fictional psychopaths....

Sun, 19 May 2013 23:35:20 +0100

As a society, we are fascinated by fictional psychopaths. Humankind has an ‘ongoing… fascination with tales of gruesome murders and evil villain. Popular culture abounds with depictions of the mad and the bad; and aberrant psychology has proved a fertile source of such material to the novelist and the reader alike. Perhaps no single disorder holds as much morbid cultural appeal as psychopathy.

There is no question…that readers feel empathy with and sympathy for fictional characters and other aspects of fictional worlds’, yet it is difficult to see how one can empathise and identify with a character who is himself incapable of empathy. If empathy and identification are both the goal and the reward of reading literature, then we are left with a striking ambivalence which needs to be explored.

“You must be Stanley..” + Marlon Brando in Streetcar Named...

Sun, 19 May 2013 23:34:15 +0100

“You must be Stanley..” + Marlon Brando in Streetcar Named Desire.

vintagegal: Frankenstein (1931) “Look! It’s moving. It’s alive....

Sun, 19 May 2013 23:32:37 +0100

vintagegal:

Frankenstein (1931)

“Look! It’s moving. It’s alive. It’s alive… It’s alive, it’s moving, it’s alive, it’s alive, it’s alive, it’s alive, IT’S ALIVE!”

vintagegal: Frankenstein (1931)

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 22:44:15 +0100

vintagegal:

Frankenstein (1931)

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Sat, 27 Apr 2013 22:43:44 +0100

nbcparksandrec: You’ve got six days to buy Leslie something for...

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 11:39:45 +0100

nbcparksandrec:

You’ve got six days to buy Leslie something for Sex Day.

vintagegal: Johnny Depp as Wade “Cry-Baby” Walker in Cry-Baby...

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 00:12:53 +0100

vintagegal:

Johnny Depp as Wade “Cry-Baby” Walker in Cry-Baby (1990)

vintagegal: Elsa Lanchester in a publicity photo for The Bride...

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 00:12:10 +0100

vintagegal:

Elsa Lanchester in a publicity photo for The Bride of Frankenstein (1935)

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Wed, 17 Apr 2013 00:10:49 +0100

“My father’s name was Antonio Andolini…and this is for you!”

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 01:08:09 +0100

“My father’s name was Antonio Andolini…and this is for you!”

What if there is no tomorrow? There wasn’t one today.

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 01:07:20 +0100

What if there is no tomorrow? There wasn’t one today.

suicideblonde: Angelina Jolie

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 01:07:09 +0100

suicideblonde:

Angelina Jolie

On the friday she [Tina] was doing Weekend Update alone, and on...

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 01:06:55 +0100

On the friday she [Tina] was doing Weekend Update alone, and on saturday I got a phonecall, and she said: “I think I wanna do it with Amy” - Lorne Micheals

awesomepeoplehangingouttogether: Rita Hayworth, Orson Welles...

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 00:58:18 +0100

awesomepeoplehangingouttogether:

Rita Hayworth, Orson Welles and Marlene Dietrich

Opening Scene - The Place Beyond the Pines

Sun, 31 Mar 2013 18:08:49 +0100

Opening Scene - The Place Beyond the Pines

littlemovienerd: Rewatched Casablanca for the first time in a...

Sun, 31 Mar 2013 18:03:05 +0100

littlemovienerd:

Rewatched Casablanca for the first time in a long time today. Still has the power to kick you in the gut and terrorise your heartstrings. Goddamn.

lesliehowards: Rear Window - Faceless

Sun, 31 Mar 2013 17:51:48 +0100

lesliehowards:

Rear Window - Faceless

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Tue, 26 Mar 2013 01:24:26 +0000

I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad...

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 23:47:40 +0000

I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song and that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear, we are infinite.

The daughter of a Quaker went missing and when she was...

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 23:47:19 +0000

The daughter of a Quaker went missing and when she was discovered the slit in her throat turned out to be the least damage done to her. Her killer, who name shall not be noted, could not bear the guilt and the horror that he had set. In the year to the day of her death, he walked into a police station and gave himself up and though he asked for execution the judge gave him life and the killer was sent off to Sing Sing to serve his sentence. Seventeen long years went by and the killer found religion and was sincere about it. He had changed and if he had ever been a psychopath, he was not one anymore. This story isn’t about him. Many more years went by and the authorities finally realized that it wasn’t a scam, that he did truly mean it, that he had truly repented and they decided to set him free. And he found himself a place to stay and he determined to live a simple, joyous life in the years now left to him. A simple, joyous life was not what was left to him. This went on for eleven fucking years till finally the killer went mad. And one winter night, while recalling a catholic tract he read that stated that the only people guaranteed a place in hell were not murderers, were not rapist but were those who had died at their own hands. The killer accepted such an idea as beautiful, for he knew that at least in hell the Quaker would not be there. So he cut his own throat open and the last thing that the killer ever saw was the old man take out a cut throat razor of his own, put it to his throat, and slice.