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Today I learned that Jean-Luc Godard was once slated to make a film about England’s abortion laws but then the British government changed the laws and Godard was like “I’ll come over anyway if I get to make a film with The Beatles or The Rolling Stones” and then he ended up making a documentary about The Rolling Stones and Wim Wenders wrote an essay about it.

Put some Christmas gift vouchers to good use.

Put some Christmas gift vouchers to good use.

go home ebay you’re drunk

go home ebay you’re drunk

last-baudelaire:

here is a picture of Donna Tartt and a pug

last-baudelaire:

here is a picture of Donna Tartt and a pug

It’s that thing when you’re with someone and you love them and they know it, and they love you and you know it, but it’s a party, and you’re both talking to other people and you’re laughing and shining and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes but not because you’re possessive or it’s precisely sexual, but because that is your person in this life. And it’s funny and sad but only because this life will end and it’s this secret world that exists right there, in public, unnoticed, that no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess.

Tell me the story of us.

Oscar buzz is swirling once again for Joaquin Phoenix for his performance in Her (if he gets nominated it will be his fourth time). “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a movie and been, like, ‘That was fucking amazing — was he nominated for that?’ ” Joaquin says. “Maybe we should just do the awards 20 years later and then you can actually tell if something’s any good.” After I’m Still Here it looked like Joaquin’s career was over but then Paul Thomas Anderson saved Joaquin by taking a chance and putting him in The Master. Philip Seymour Hoffman was cast first; he urged Anderson to hire Phoenix because he “scares me.” Phoenix lived up to both of his reputations: the madman and the artist. He took the awards circuit as seriously as ever, which is to say not at all. When the Los Angeles Film Critics Association presented him with the Best Actor plaque, he wisecracked, “I’m assuming that the Los Angeles film critics were banned from seeing Lincoln.” When Meryl Streep called his name among the Academy Award nominees, Phoenix looked at his lap, shook his head and continued chewing his gum. It looked rude, but the Oscars had attacked first: In his show-opening number, Seth MacFarlane crooned, “There’s Joaquin in his threads, hope he’s on his meds.” Anderson didn’t mind. “Listen, God, how mad can you be at an actor that’s that good at his job and that bad at promoting your film?” he insisted to Time Out London. “I want my movie stars to be dangerous, annoyed and incapable of taking horseshit. I prefer them that way.”

—Excerpts from LA Weekly

replicarters:

i’ve been thinking about this for like 24 hours and just laughing

Scumbag Cooper

the-traveling-imaginary:

look at the stars look how they shine for you

the-traveling-imaginary:

look at the stars look how they shine for you