Emma Stone Or Lily Gladstone?

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Ohhhhh I love a good intellectual, artistic debate, especially of the cinematic variety! As per usual, the prestigious Academy Awards delivered. Emma Stone won her second best actress Oscar, creating a chasm, as many believed Lily Gladstone was robbed of a historic win. Her performance in Scorsese’s Killers Of The Flower Moon deserved every accolade. As Gladstone neared death, growing sicker as the film progressed, her lines grew sparse. And yet, saying nothing she conveyed everything. Dialogue wasn’t necessary to display the depth of her acting, a feat that marks Gladstone as one of the greats. However, Emma Stone in Lanthimos’s Poor Things had range, rangeeee.

For Stone to play a reanimated woman with a fucking baby’s brain, having to relearn life…dude. That’s impeccable acting. She went from toddler to educated, sexually liberated, boss bitch, in the most riveting manner. I almost can’t find the words to describe. A feminist tour de force.
Both Lily Gladstone and Emma Stone are top tier actresses. Stones role due to the films creative plot, allowed her to play a more expansive, complex character. Brava ladies, an absolute pleasure to watch you both. Thank you. Who do you think deserved the win and why? Via: HomeOf.Cinema

RHOSLC The Best Cinematic Memes

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At first I was going to apologize for being in a loop, but there’s nothing wrong with reverence for profound art. It’s cinema baby. Here are some of the best memes to prove it. I searched in vain for Meredith Marks being compared to Edvard Munch’s ‘Scream’, settling for the Hitchcock reference instead. Art is art that painting side by side was tooooooo goood. I was going to tie it to the last Scream post.
I mean, it’s self-explanatory. What’s taking me out is the Harry Potter dark arts professor prediction. Lord knows Hogwarts couldn’t keep that position filled to save its life. That place had child endangerment written all over it.
This is high quality art. Demanding the audience to interpret, question and resolve. Were they more upset about this than Jen Shah being a criminal? The Saltburn was real. Via: The Morgan Letters_, Twitter, Bravo Breaking News, Read _Reciepts & Bravo And Botox

The Age Of Innocence

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Martin Scorsese’s adaptation of Edith Wharton’s novel The Age Of Innocence left me feeling like a fist punched through my ribcage, grabbed my still beating heart, and savagely removed it from my body. I felt so raw I looked up the ending to triple check that it was that wrenching, stumbling upon reviews stating despite the lack of murder, drugs and guns this was Scorsese’s most violent film, I concur.

Taking place in New York City’s 19th century high society, there was little else to do except idle internationally, acquire wealth and viciously gossip. Countess Olenska, played by Michelle Pfieffer, becomes the talk of town upon her return home, seeking a divorce from her husband. You can only imagine what a big deal this was, if divorce were a scarlet letter in the 1980s it was downright profane in the 1800s. Ostracized, her only saving grace is Newland Archer (Daniel Day Lewis), the fiancé to her cousin May Welland (Winona Ryder). Newland defends the Countess when her domestically abusive relationship is the topic of dinner conversation. He goes even further by getting the most powerful family to back the Countess when she is snubbed at her reintroduction to society party, which is attended by no one. Back in the good graces of the upper echelon Olenska feels she can have a new beginning after all.

As the film progresses so does Newland Archer’s and Countess Olenska’s feelings for one another. Completely unaware of the prying eyes (one of my favorite techniques is seeing through the binocular lenses, yeah I’m a film nerd), they are enmeshed in each other. Delusional they believe their affair to be clandestine. Despite sending yellow roses, despite the one-upmanship regarding Olenska’s suitors and Newland’s tendency to drop everything to be where she is, no matter the distance. The acting is so extraordinary that even the kiss of Olenska’s shoe by Newland leaves one gasping, for the passion behind the action, the love, permeates.

When given the chance to follow his hearts desire from May, who is like a wide eyed doe with crocodile teeth, she’s so passively ruthless, he stays. Imprisoned by his peers myopic minded expectations, like everyone else, conformity is an obligation Newland must yield to. And that’s the violent part, to spend your life confined by everyone’s wants and needs, but your own. Of course that desolate last scene takes the brutish cake. Talk about star-crossed lovers, my heart is still broken. Have you seen this film? Via: Starfire_Michael

Happy Belated Kurt

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No one is loved like musicians. You know, no arts…Musicians are loved by people. You know, really loved, because they give them the ability to express their emotions and their memories. There’s no other form that does that.. I mean, I really think musicians, probably musicians and cooks, are responsible for the most pleasure in human life. I mean, music makes people happier, um, and it doesn’t harm them. Most things that make you feel better are harmful. You know, so it’s very unusual. It’s like a drug that doesn’t kill you.

*Fran Lebowitz to Martin Scorcese/Photo: Island Music Agency

An Intro To Perspective

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How can Martin Scorsese’s New York City be the same as Woody Allen’s New York City, which is not the same thing as Spike Lee’s New York City and Mike Nichol’s New York City? That was my introduction to perspective.

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