Alexandria: Was your friend a pirate? Roy: Sometimes. Alexandria: Is that how he hurt his leg? Roy: No, he… He does tricks for pictures.You know, flickers.Moving pictures. Alexandria:I never seen one. Roy: You’re not missing much. Alexandria: Is that what you do, like your friend? Roy: Just once.
logically I know pussy isn't supposed to come in fruity flavors but emotionally mine would taste like strawberries & cream dr pepper
Halloween Special w/ David Dastmalchian & Leah Kilpatrick | Ep 05 | Right Now Podcast
"… It’s the only take that took 17 takes, and I never filmed it. I kept filming like only 10 seconds, 10 seconds, and when Ilet him roll till the end, Lee was just so angry with me and with her becauseshe was saying really strange things and not acting right, but Lee has to stay in character… So the 17th take this is, and Lee is so angry because every time I would cut right here (when Catinca draws the curtain open) and start it again, and start it again, and start it again… And I just didn’t realized how badly she was going to freak, and I thought she looked at the camera, and I was terrified cause I knew I couldn’t get her near him for 3 days after this. But what happened was she’s kinda like an ostrich when something really bad happens, like she knows it’s serious now because I haven’t filmed it till this particular point and he’s talking loudly. She’s freaking out and she doesn’t want to look at him, like an ostrich… She would just look away from him and just stood right there…" - Tarsem Singh, taken from the DVD’s Director’s Commentary.
Lee Pace in Character: Lee Pace as Roy Walker/Masked Bandit in The Fall (2006) (2/?).
Richard Armitage on BBC Children in Need
this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.
good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.
sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.
so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.
one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.
[ 3+4/? pictures of lee pace ]
the saga continues