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Black Christmas —1974, dir. Bob Clark

#black christmas

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@dykebeckett i am kissing you on the forehead

#saying nice things about Vic and you don't even go here? you're getting a smooch #alvadee's shit

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I just want it to matter! I want the lives of the people that die on this planet, the people who are killed through violence and apathy and cruelty, to matter. And I know they matter to like, people with hearts and eyes and good sense, people who know how to love this world, but it feels like literally nobody with any power to make immediate change cares. Whatever. I care, you care. We care.

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there really is not point in life when you don't have time to watch your fucked up little movies

#always notice how i get unhinged when i don't watch enough good horror for a while #alvadee's shit

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I could listen to him forever. also that eyebrow raise at 1:55…..

#it's actually crazy that i'm older now than he was here #just realized that

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Victor Buono as Count Manzeppi in the episode "Night of the Feathered Fury" of "The Wild Wild West" (1965-1969)

#the way literally everyone is mad that Manzeppi only showed up twice #he was sooo good

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probably my favorite introductory scene Victor got to do from his guest-appearances on TV series

#tank wallace by beloved weirdo

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i’ve read several reviews of “4 for Texas” (1963) and usually they describe Vic’s character and appearance in it, and not very indirectly Vic too, in a nasty way. there’s a scene in it where Ekberg throws a shoe to playfully get Sinatra’s attention while being in some state of undress. Sinatra is talking to Vic and Vic comments “she wants something” and Sinatra quips “yeah, but you don’t quite fit the bill”, cue to Vic’s offended reaction. one reviewer when commenting on that scene said something like: “why is a shrimp like Sinatra saying that, Buono is physically much more matched with the amazon like Ekberg than he is, he much more likely doesn’t fit the bill”.

and that lives in my head rent free ever since reading it

#i'm even taller than anita imagine how much i could fit the bill

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Victor tells the story how he once flubbed the iconic last line of “Romeo and Juliet”.

#HE WAS SO OFTEN ON CARSON #give me the hundred other fucking episodes!!!!!

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Victor Buono as President William Howard Taft in the epic miniseries “Backstairs at the White House” (1979) based on the memoirs of Lillian Rogers Parks.

#screaming crying throwing up seeing him in a sweet and domestic role #😭❤️❤️❤️

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Victor Buono and Vic Morrow being tourists in Istanbul during shoothing of “Target: Harry” in 1967.

#like his casual clothing? the camera around his neck?? #mentally i'm holding his hand taking a romantic walk in 60s istanbul.......

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By Judy Miller, one of Vic's female plus size friends (like his bestie Peggy Kellner):

i wish he would make fat sex jokes about me

#no i can hear him laugh

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THAT GIRL IS LITERALLY ME especially when i gush about Vic even in his more unattractive roles

#no but seriously all the roles he played and they let him have rizz in this one #i wish i could be mad

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A slide from the archive of the Los Angeles Public Library. This photo of Victor was taken on November 16th, 1962. He looks SO young and handsome!

#he was just a baby

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(Evening Tribune 1966-05-07)

He was so cute...🥺

#if i saw him with kids i'd combust #he was such a genuine sweetheart

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“He graduated from Saints something like 15-20 years before me, but its a small Catholic all-boys school, and Victor was remembered very fondly. The one thing everyone said, teachers and priests that had been at the school for thirty years, was what a good-hearted, even wise person he was. Drama was a big deal at the school even when I was there even all those years after he’d graduated, so Victor fit in just fine. “ -David

Victor's family lived on the bay itself just north of the roller coaster. It was some time before we actually met but I do recall seeing him. He was just huge. I don't mean obese, he was just huge. And very mature. For one thing, he was always very well dressed. I never saw him in shorts or jeans. When you saw Victor he was wearing dress slacks, a white long-sleeved dress shirts and leather dress shoes - black or brown. Even at our first meetings I never thought of Victor as a kid, but as a mature adult.

The 1950's were trying times for Victor. His father, Victor F. Buono, a former San Diego police officer, and the owner of a prominent Bail Bond agency, was arrested in a flamboyant and highly-publicized prosecution for smuggling parrakeets and other exotic birds from Mexico into the United States. St. Augustine's was a small school then, around 350 students, the press coverage was lurid and sensational, and the students were unspeakably vicious and cruel. Poor Victor! Every time he walked into a classroom some student would chirp "Polly want a cracker?" and the room would explode with derisive laughter, Victor never responded . He simply sat in stony solemn silence, his ears reddening in rage and humiliation until the din diminished - then life resumed. Press coverage on his father was relentless. Victor commented with the black humor that so typified him: "Above the dates on my father's tombstone, it will read 'Victor F. Buono, 50, former San Diego policeman and bailbondsman.'" I think his dad was convicted and served time in jail in the smuggling case. In the late '50's Victor's father was arrested again and charged with the robbery and murder Tony Mirabile, the top Mafia Don for the City of San Diego. He was convicted and went to prison.

(...)You’re correct about Victor’s reluctance to let people come close uninvited. In that instance, or when someone attempted to bully him Victor would just freeze them out. Obviously, given Victor’s size, nobody tried to bully him physically, and Victor had a stare of icy contempt that triggered an instant desire to be someplace else — anyplace else.

He was a frequent guest at our home. I never saw Victor drive a car. Somebody would drop him off sometime after school, either by himself or with my brother and me. My mother was very fond of Victor and he would ply her with his considerable personal charm. My father usually arrived home about seven and we’d have dinner, followed by Scrabble. It would be my parents, Victor, David and me, and occasionally, our older sister, Carol. The smaller children, Eileen, Charles and Thomas did not play but hovered at the edges. They were enthralled by Victor’s bulk and by the friendly wit with which he engaged them. The games were always a delight. When one of us was slow to make a move the others would proffer stage-whispered comments such as “He doesn’t know any words,” or such suggestions as “CAT — ‘C - A - T.’” My mother had two round chairs (I think they were called “Captain’s chairs), and Victor usually used one of them. When the evening was over, Victor would be stuck in it. When he stood the chair came up with him, and the smaller children erupted with mirth. Victor laughed as hard as they did. It was a humorous event directly related to his size but there was nothing about it that was at his expense. Obviously, he could have precluded it by simply choosing a different chair, and it happened every time, so I was convinced that he was very much a part of the game. - John Farrell

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he was so fucking pretty

#i think he had such a delightful face #i love all his features