This performance by the Nicholas Brothers in Stormy Weather is applauded by many to be the best dance number on film. I don’t need to contribute to the high praise it receives. Instead I have included a spreadsheet breaking down the shot changes - I wanted to see if they cheat… but it seems that pretty much every feat is genuine - the only one I had to re-watch a lot is the piano jump… it looks like it’s too far but they seem to really be departing from atop the piano.
Relating to the previous clip, apparently jumping into splits on staircases is a thing that recurs.
if you can get to the end of this without a big dumbo grin of childlike awe spreading across your face i’ll literally mail you five dollars
WHAT THE HELL THIS IS AMAZING.
Sam Spratt’s Halloween Portrait Contest!
In brief: Likes and Reblogs of this image are each entries in the contest to win a portrait of you drawn by me.
In slightly less brief: To those new to this, that means that should you be the random winner, I would draw a portrait of your beautiful face (or someone’s face you care about)… as a horrifically ugly, flesh-eating, undead walker-face. It’s like winning the lottery! (except not at all like that…) That said, it is the best emotional preparation possible should you fall victim to the zombie apocalypse and run (walk slowly) across a mirror in the wreckage of your once beautiful town. (I will also draw you as anything halloween/horror themed, but the undead are a favorite).
Doing each of the following counts as an entry:
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Contest closes on Sunday Oct. 28th at midnight EST
PS: Yes, that’s a drawing of The Walking Dead’s Rick Grimes as a Walker
I’m watching this right now.
My only regret is that the film wasn’t shot in Technicolor as originally planned.
A magnetic presence, an actress in total command of her craft, Norma is also at her most unguarded here. She creates sudden, mysterious excitement-gestures, movements, reactions where the dividing line between the instinct and conscious theatrical effect seems to disappear. In prison: learning of her husband’s execution, she clings to the wall of her cell as if afraid the whole world is falling away, then collapses like someone shot through the heart. On the way to the guillotine: eyes fixed on the far side of despair and her mouth tightly, proudly closed with a wan smile.
Marie Antoinette (1938) Norma Shearer
My whole life is a dark room.
Don’t dream it,be it.