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rare photo of alfred hitchcock & the cast of rope from american cinematographer magazine, july 1948

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good morning ropeheads

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you guys heard of this movie called rope

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actually rope is the funniest movie of all time bcuz its just brandon being like "hey phillip and i committed murder =)" and phillip being like "HAHA NO WE DIDNT!" and the entire time they look like they're about to kiss

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Am I the only person in the Rope (1948) fandom whose headcanon is that Brandon actually treats Phillip well? I don’t mean during the movie, but I’d like to think on the average day when they’re not plotting, committing, and hiding a murder, that Brandon and Phillip don’t act in such extremes all the time.

I feel like we get some glimpses of their everyday relationship. Nobody talks about the fact that Brandon had arranged a piano debut for Phillip and is driving him to his mother’s house to stay there and practice. Or how he offers to take Phillip on a trip wherever he’d like to go after Phillip has started to snap on him.

I just get the sense in their dynamic that Phillip is totally devoted to Brandon and obviously the submissive one, but Brandon absolutely adores Phillip and would do and probably does do quite a lot for him. He can’t say enough how superior they both are. Brandon also seems so easily affected by what Phillip says and thinks about him. When Phillip says he’s always been frightened of Brandon, Brandon looks like he could cry, until Phillip says it’s part of his charm, and then Brandon totally melts. Brandon then brings it up again later and looks elated when Phillip says Brandon astounds him.

I just like to think that their dynamic maybe isn’t as fucked up on a normal day and that they really do love each other 🤷🏻‍♀️

I know they’re murderers but also like… I love them and like to think of them as happy before that

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There are so many moments in Rope (1948) where Phillip is leaning against Brandon or closer to Brandon or into Brandon and it’s like damn dude we know you want your boyfriend to hold you so bad but the Hays code said he can’t

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they should let you end academic papers on "idk if this makes sense at all lol"

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Hunter: Okay kid, you can come with us.

Tech: Assuming you don't have a criminal record.

Omega: ...

Omega: You can assume that.

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sometimes you cut yourself some fresh fruit, and suddenly the world doesn't seem so terrible anymore.

#no because I was about to start crying #all i needed was some chopped strawberries #inspiration #fruit #uni #motivation #mental health #aesthetic #school #work #college #burnout #health

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we few,

we happy few.

(H5.IV.iii.60)

#shakespeare #shakespeare quotes #henry v #henry the 5th #henry the fifth #shakespeare henry v #shakespeare history #history plays #quotes #literature #literary quotes #english

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And to be Horatio – to love with someone in love with death. To watch them walking the cliff side so ready to stumble – what if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord? – my fate cries out. To walk behind them, reaching out despite every attempt to push you away – hold off your hands. To walk beside them in every place, in every time, in graveyards and courtyards and clifftops. To hear your name in their mouth, so loving, so soft, that you would do anything just to hear it again. and yet. you are unable to do the most important thing; you can’t save them. you are so desperately afraid that it will be the last time, one day, and you can do nothing. Here, sweet lord. nothing but stand beside them in a graveyard and know they’re envisioning their own bones in the cool earth. To what base uses may we return, horatio! To catch your breath and say t’were to consider too curiously, to consider it so. please, please see me, standing here…stay. I beseech you. I’d listen to everything you’d say, hide my bleeding heart behind my hands, watch you crumble into a thousand stubborn pieces. he that thou knowest thine – and yet not yours; you must watch them battle sleep and death and a horrific longing for a peace you’d do anything to give them. in my heart’s core. in my heart of hearts. 

In love with someone in love with death. 

And in the final instants – they love you like they’ve never loved anything in their life. more than death, more than life, more than a miserable story they’ve helped create. they wrest the cup from your hands…I love you and you cannot follow me, I love you and if thou didst ever hold me in your heart, I love you and in this harsh world draw your breath in pain, I love you and live. give me the cup! live. even as I will not, for my death is sweeter knowing you will go on. the rest is silence to hear your voice…

Oh good horatio. what a wounded name. 

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