22
Jul

Terence Steven McQueen!
(March 24, 1930 – November 7, 1980)

“McQueen’s life was full of emotional contradictions: he was fanatically loyal but unrelentingly paranoid; devoted but faithless; a bastard seeking legitimacy; an early environmentalist and perennial chauvinist; famous worldwide and desperate for anonymity and solitude. An actor schooled in method but grounded outside of any process, he pared away all pretension, imbuing his characters with a vitality that was never just about what he said or how he looked but the way he did it. His performances were effortless yet powerful, raw yet complex. At a level beyond easy analysis, McQueen connected with the people who saw him on television, in movie houses, anywhere on earth. Even at the peak of his celebrity, one might as easily get a glimpse of him on a stool in a neighborhood bar or in an unemployment line as on a magazine cover, which is why he was perceived not merely as cool but as entirely authentic.

On Screen he was defiant without swagger, disdainful without hatred, smoothly sexual without the hearts and flowers. McQueen took being hip to a new place while he took earning money in Hollywood to new heights.”
– Film Historian Alain Silver

22
Jul
22
Jul
abcworldnews:



Baseball’s biggest star played his last all-star game before retirement. Fans - and rivals alike - paid tribute. http://abcn.ws/1oFXgkH

abcworldnews:

Baseball’s biggest star played his last all-star game before retirement. Fans - and rivals alike - paid tribute. http://abcn.ws/1oFXgkH
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Jul
" For me, I guess I’m the acting equivalent of somebody that jumps off buildings and parachutes.

                                               -joaquin phoenix

(via glassmenagerie)

22
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21
Jul
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.
-Albert Einstein
21
Jul
21
Jul

James Dean and Martin Landau having lunch together in NYC, photographed by Roy Schatt.
James Dean and Martin Landau having lunch together in NYC, photographed by Roy Schatt.

(via thelittlefreakazoidthatcould)

21
Jul
5starcinema:

The Love Song of I, Robert Mitchum
Let us go then, you and I,
When the Klieg lamps are spread out against the sky
and I’m as drunk as a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
the muttering retreats
of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
and sundry other clichés of film noir set design.
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and avoid the producer’s visit.
In the room the crew comes and goes
talking of low angles, though.
The hazy cigarette smoke that rubs its back upon the window blinds,
the sickly sweet smoke that rubs its muzzle on the windowpanes
licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
lingered upon the pools that stand in drains.
Now has everyone curled once about the house, asleep and/or stoned.
I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear heavy trench coats, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the femmes fatales singing, each to each.
I do not think that Jean Simmons or Jane Greer will sing to me.
I have seen Jane Russell riding seaward on the waves
combing the white hair of the waves blown back
when the wind blows the water white and black
because RKO can’t afford Technicolor.
We have lingered in the bottle and the trailer
by these hot girls and older dames, drunk again,
till a director’s voice wakes us, and we drown.
(apologies to T.S. Eliot and his fans, but I had to do this)

5starcinema:

The Love Song of I, Robert Mitchum

Let us go then, you and I,

When the Klieg lamps are spread out against the sky

and I’m as drunk as a patient etherised upon a table;

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,

the muttering retreats

of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels

and sundry other clichés of film noir set design.

Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”

Let us go and avoid the producer’s visit.

In the room the crew comes and goes

talking of low angles, though.

The hazy cigarette smoke that rubs its back upon the window blinds,

the sickly sweet smoke that rubs its muzzle on the windowpanes

licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,

lingered upon the pools that stand in drains.

Now has everyone curled once about the house, asleep and/or stoned.

I grow old … I grow old …

I shall wear heavy trench coats, and walk upon the beach.

I have heard the femmes fatales singing, each to each.

I do not think that Jean Simmons or Jane Greer will sing to me.

I have seen Jane Russell riding seaward on the waves

combing the white hair of the waves blown back

when the wind blows the water white and black

because RKO can’t afford Technicolor.

We have lingered in the bottle and the trailer

by these hot girls and older dames, drunk again,

till a director’s voice wakes us, and we drown.

(apologies to T.S. Eliot and his fans, but I had to do this)

(via 1950sunlimited)

21
Jul

 While other places have ponies or parrots, we have… dragons.

(via iamnevertheone)

21
Jul

I came up with a new game-show idea recently. It’s called The Old Game. You got three old guys with loaded guns onstage. They look back at their lives, see who they were, what they accomplished, how close they came to realizing their dreams. The winner is the one who doesn’t blow his brains out. He gets a refrigerator.

(via alaindelons)

Mehr

I was one. Now we are two.

I could confess to killing my father and burying his body underneath the White House in the About Me section, and I would still sleep like a baby tonight. Because seriously, who ever reads this shit.

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