“After Risky Business, Cruise had an unhappy experience making Legend with Ridley Scott, and responded by working closely with producers Don Simpson and Jerry Bruckheimer on the script for 1986’s Top Gun, honing it until the ratio of cockiness to self-doubt in Cruise’s fighter-pilot character, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, was roughly inverted from who Joel is in Risky Business. Moviegoers ate it up, and Cruise had found his other recurring onscreen persona: the man of skill, who starts a story as one of the best in the world at what he does, and is only a few pat life-lessons away from becoming the best.”
Our Movie Of The Week look at Top Gun continues with Noel Murray’s essay on Tom Cruise’s post-Top Gun films, The Color Of Money and Cocktail, which found the actor repeating himself—and the film’s plot—as he came into his own. [Read more…]
11:47 pm • 17 July 2014
Ok tumblr, if you are going to recommend shit to me it better keep being pictures of Chris Evans butt. That is the only thing I will accept.
Maybe pictures of the beard.
(Source: forassgard, via bookoisseur)
11:45 pm • 17 July 2014
12 Elaine Stritch quotes to live by
Elaine Stritch, female comedy icon and salty Broadway grand dame, died Thursday at the grand age of 89. Outspoken, lauded and often considered difficult by her co-workers, Stritch never stopped working even in her 80s, only moving out of New York in the last year or so of her life. She was a proud supporter of the city all through her life, though. “I think it’s the wrong way around to say when you get older move to the country,” she once said. “I think when you get older you move to New York. If you’re a nice broad they’ll look after you.”
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11:41 pm • 17 July 2014
You think people are pissed about a black Captain America & female Thor?
Wait until they realize Superman was an undocumented immigrant baby.
11:39 pm • 17 July 2014
“The truth is, had Chait been correct about it being a thoughtful piece laying into the entrenched short-sightedness and sexist cruelty of male-controlled media, I might have hated it more. Then I would have felt obligated to feel grateful for it, grateful in the same way I’m supposed to feel grateful toward, say, Marvel Comics for making Thor a woman, or toward Harry Reid for challenging Mitch McConnell on some typically boorish and inane statement how women have achieved workforce equality. In its actual form, I didn’t have to consider thinking Yay, thanks for some crumbs of enlightened thinking, for some slightly nuanced improvements in the daily, punishing business of publicly evaluating and then reevaluating women’s worth.”
— The Problem with Esquire’s Praise of 42-Year-Old Women & Amy Poehler | New Republic
5:59 pm • 17 July 2014
The writing process, ladies and gentleman…
(Source: pdlcomics, via bookoisseur)
5:56 pm • 17 July 2014
“They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!””
— On the Road - Wikiquote
5:36 pm • 17 July 2014
“Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people, and finally I did on the open road.
We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art.
Live fast. Die young. Be wild. And have fun.
I believe in the country America used to be.
I believe in the person I want to become.
I believe in the freedom of the open road.
And my motto is the same as ever:
“I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself I ride, I just ride.”
Who are you?
Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
I have. I am fucking crazy.
But I am free.”
— LANA DEL REY LYRICS - Ride
5:33 pm • 17 July 2014
“I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer.
At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them.
Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.
I was a singer - not a very popular one,
I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken.
But I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I’d been living, they asked me why - but there’s no use in talking to people who have home.
They have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people - for home to be wherever you lay your head.
I was always an unusual girl.
My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean…
And if I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying…
Because I was born to be the other woman.
Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.
Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.”
— LANA DEL REY LYRICS - Ride
5:32 pm • 17 July 2014