"

When I reached Chequers, I wondered if the Prime Minister would ever find time to talk to me about Jugoslavia…There were the films; long films, short films, comic films, serious films, sandwiched in at all hours of the day and night. The great men stood by, waiting their turn and hoping that it would not come in the early hours of the morning, a time when the ordinary mortal does not feel at his brightest, especially if he has seen three or four films in succession, but when the Prime Minister, on the contrary, seemed filled with renewed vigor of body and mind.

Towards midnight, in the middle of a Mickey Mouse cartoon, a memorable interruption took place. A message was brought in to Mr. Churchill, who gave an exclamation of surprise. Then there was a scuffle and the film was stopped. As the squawking of Donald Duck and the baying of Pluto died away, the Prime Minister rose to his feet. ‘I have just,’ he said, ‘received some very important news. Signor Mussolini has resigned.’ Then the film was switched on again.

"

— Fitzroy Maclean, Easter Approaches

When moviegoing was an event! With bumper music!

Are there other things to do?

Questions Overheard in Baz Luhrmann’s Office

1. Weren’t the 20’s really just one big rave?

2. Was there Instagram in the 20’s?

3. Wasn’t the Belle Epoque really just one big rave?

4. We can get people to find Leo mysterious and powerful if he wears a white suit and brown vest, can’t we?

5. Wasn’t olde Verona really just one big rave?

6. Do we have the budget to send him to an extra month of scowling boot camp?

7. Is there enough champagne in this movie?

8. For Nick, can emotionally vacant cypher read as “soul in turmoil”?

9. Weren’t some of Fitzgerald’s novels published in 3D?

10. Does someone looking like they are 12 prevent them from being a siren?

11. Can we say it’s not based on the book but on the real Gatsby story?

12. Then can we say inspired by actual events?

13. Wasn’t the Second World War really just one big rave?

View high resolution

“For God’s sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings;
How some have been deposed; some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;
Some poison’d by their wives: some sleeping kill’d;
All murder’d: for within the hollow crown
That rounds the mortal temples of a king
Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits,
Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp,
Allowing him a breath, a little scene,
To monarchize, be fear’d and kill with looks,
Infusing him with self and vain conceit,
As if this flesh which walls about our life,
Were brass impregnable, and humour’d thus
Comes at the last and with a little pin
Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!”

View high resolution

When punk rock meant something.

alisonagosti:

Jason and the Argonauts skeleton fight

This has more drama than every Michael Bay/Roland Emmerich/McG/Battle of LA/whoever combined.  RIP Harryhausen, author of my childhood’s most spectacular dreams.

View high resolution

If any of you talk with JJ this week, please tell him I’m totally flexible on my back end.

Damn those bonny bonny banks. 

(Source: Spotify)

View high resolution

Once there was one sweater to rule us all.