I thought I had read all of Keats’ work, as my version of his poems is “the collected” but I found a 700 page book called “complete poems” and there were so many I never hear of and I started crying and a librarian asked me if I was okay.
I love how werewolf/vampire/monster tv shows are now considered girl shows. Like, that genre is ours now. Fangs, claws, and the supernatural are now considered girl stuff, and that pleases me far more than I’d like to admit.
The first werewolf story written down was Bisclarvet. Written by a woman.
Mary Shelly.
Christina Rossetti’s goblins.
Ann Radcliffe’s Gothic horror castles. Angela Carter’s women with fur and fangs and fear of nothing.
Anne Rice telling of a woman vampire goddess. Shirley Jackson and the horrors rooted in our own suburbia.
Flannery O’Conner. Margaret Atwood at times.
Three sisters on the cold English moors writing stories of ghosts and death and wicked love.
Massive slews of ghost stories written by women and churned out by 18th and 19th century literary pamphlets.
Lestat’s a hot shot, and would probably bet everything all at once, but doesn’t even care when he ends up sitting in his birthday suit.
Benji had to beg to join since he’s technically a minor, but when Marius said “NO” Armand just looked at him like he was a camera on the office. Marius sucks at poker and ends up naked next; then Benji because he hasn’t been alive as long to perfect his poker face.
Sybelle is playing piano in the corner and no one thinks she notices but there’s a mirror above her on the wall and she really like’s tonight’s entertainment.
Louis was literally dragged into the room to play by Lestat and Armand, and it happened to be the only thing that the two of them worked together on that entire year.
Armand’s done next, and shoots death glares at the others, even though he’s not the least bit embarrassed.
And then there’s Louis, where there, on the final set of turns, when he’s the last one in, they look at him with nothing off but his shoes.
“Louis when did you lose them?”
“I didn’t, I just felt like taking them off and relaxing.”
GTA Vice City : San Francisco Edition – A slight recut of the final scene
YOU MAKE A GOOD POINT, HOW THE HELL DOES LESTAT KNOW HOW TO DRIVE??? DID HE HAVE TO GO TO DRIVERS’ ED? DID HE MAKE LOUIS TEACH HIM? HOW DID LOUIS LEARN? CAN ANY OF THEM DRIVE? DAVID, GABRIELLE AND LESTAT ARE THE ONLY ONES THAT DO IN THE BOOK, OH MY GOSH I NEED TO KNOW.
Well somewhere in the series – I think TVL? – Lestat says that vampiring makes learning things much faster, he learned to read and write just by watching the transcriber do it for him long enough. Same with technology and modern inventions.
In movie!IWTV, he was watching Daniel from the backseat for at least a mile or two before they got on the bridge.
omg thats so cute! I always love to hear stories of how people got into this series *u*
You can thank Dante Ferretti for the gorgeous set designs. I believe he was told to make the whole feel of it “like a funeral parlor,” and he was also inspired by old prints and the surreal environments of Italian artist Giovanni Battista Piranesi.
My story is similar. I was around that age, and had to sneak it. I saw the movie on VHS tape. That meant it had to be rewound each time. And they said it would lose quality over numbers of plays! I would pause it and try to draw the beautiful characters, too.
Don’t even ask bc thankfully those drawings are LONG GONE.
“Might as well ask heaven what it sees, no human can know….”
Y’know, I have lost count… definitely has to be more times than Neil Jordan has seen it. Maybe more times than it’s editor has seen it. The fact that I have a copy of it to pull gifs and screencaps from makes it so I can watch it frame-by-frame in excruciating detail and even re-edit parts of it to suit my needs but WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING??!!
I will add that one weekend, around Halloween one year, it was on TV alot, and I ended up watching it 4 times in one weekend and THAT IS TOO MUCH. Even for me.
My favorite viewings are with other ppl though, where we say the lines out loud and make fun of all the stuff that can be made fun of.
I do not want to think about the number of times I watched it. I remember I bought it at the bookstore, and stuffed it in my bag so my mother wouldn’t see—I was pretty young and she’d have flipped if she saw me getting it. But since I had to get it at the bookstore and not the local shop, it was twice the price and I wondered if it’d be worth it.
I have more than gotten my money’s worth out of it. I think I watched it four times this month alone. But I don’t do that all the time. Its one of my full time obsessions along with Harry Potter and Marvel (though its more than Marvel but slightly less than Harry Potter, just because I’ve been in the HP one for….eight years more?), so whenever I’m not currently loony over something in the media world, I turn to it when I want something darker/more mature/artsier than the earlier HP movies/books but not as fucking depressing as the later ones. Marvel isn’t that deep, there’s not much to think on, and its fun, but I don’t do much writing on it or analyzing with it. I read a comic in one setting, have one of the films playing while I watch TV. Oh and I forgot Star Wars but that’s like the only film MY ENTIRE FAMILY can sit down and enjoy so that’s always a together thing
With Interview, I can sit down with tea or wine at the end of the day, and the camera slowly pans over San Francisco, the choir in the background, that eerie Latin hymn that I know in English and hear on Sundays but in this setting it speaks of something of another world, a world made safe only by the screen between it and myself. Louis talks shortly with Daniel and then he goes on “The master of a large plantation just south of New Orleans…” and I relax and get lost in this other world and other time. I’ve long lost track of the times I’ve fallen asleep near the end of it, only to wake when Louis finds Lestat in the present day, to stay awake through Louis’ attack on Daniel and then grin when the music turns up and the G n’ R cover of the Stones over powers the whole scene and its almost dawn now, both and their world and in mine.
Its too loud at points and too jarring to be called a lullaby—but I compare it not only to the fact I use it to relax but I’ve never seen a movie (until OLLA) that flowed so well, one segment of the story to the next—its a smooth film.
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well. I didn’t intend to go that far. But there you have it. For God’s sake please no one mention Phantom or Elisabeth or Labyrinth or request me to do one of these soul spillings for any of the films I listed above, because its late, and alas, I am a member of a dinural species and need my sleep.
…With Interview, I can sit down with tea or wine at the end of the day, and the camera slowly pans over San Francisco, the choir in the background, that eerie Latin hymn that I know in English and hear on Sundays but in this setting it speaks of something of another world, a world made safe only by the screen between it and myself… I’ve long lost track of the times I’ve fallen asleep near the end of it, only to wake when Louis finds Lestat in the present day…
^This whole para is so beautiful and btw #I know that feel, sis.
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