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NOIR CITY 20 day six at Oakland's Grand Lake Theatre: I LOVE TROUBLE (7:00) & CALL NORTHSIDE 777 (9:00). Films introduced by Eddie Muller. Full festival information and tickets: www.NoirCity.com Directions via car, bus and BART at http://noircity.com/directions.html Wednesday • January 25   DOUBLE FEATURE 7:00 PM I LOVE TROUBLE
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Franchot Tone plays wisecracking private eye Stuart Bailey, sleuthing his way through a bevy of treacherous dames in this playful homage to Raymond Chandler. Chandler didn't find it so playful—he threatened to bring a lawsuit against future TV legend Roy Huggins (77 Sunset Strip, Maverick, The Fugitive), A whirlwind of plot swirling through dozens of West Coast locations, with Janet Blair, Janis Carter, Adele Jergens, Glenda Farrell, John Ireland, Tom Powers, and Raymond Burr. The 35mm print was originally struck expressly for NOIR CITY 5. Originally released January 15, 1948. Columbia [Sony Pictures], 93 minutes. Screenplay by Roy Huggins, based on his novel The Double Take. Produced and directed by S. Sylvan Simon.
9:00 PM CALL NORTHSIDE 777
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Jimmy Stewart gives a terrific performance as P.J. McNeal, a Chicago newspaper reporter determined to free a convicted killer (Richard Conte) he believes has been unfairly imprisoned for eleven years. The first Hollywood feature to be shot entirely on location in Chicago, Call Northside 777 boasts fantastic cinematography by Joseph MacDonald, and stellar supporting performances by Conte, Lee J. Cobb, and Helen Walker. Winner of the Edgar Award from the Mystery Writers of America for Best Motion Picture of 1948. First time at NOIR CITY! Originally released February 18, 1948. 20th Century–Fox, 112 minutes. Screenplay by Jerome Cady and Jay Dratler, based on news articles by James P. McGuire. Produced by Otto Lang. Directed by Henry Hathaway.
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A failed experiment.
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Object name: C-687R
The name of the object: Charles Lee Loman Reinhardt Ray.
Object number: 687.
Is in a loving relationship with the object: T-079R and J-1087R.
Danger: catostrophic.
So far, this object is in camera C-6. This camera represents... Freedom. This is the territory of the Ray family's house surrounded by an iron fence. This object is allowed to go out into the outside world, because in a calm state it does not cause any harm. We recommend that you do not anger him. Also known as the "Strangler from the Lake".
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Stan read the document again and turned his gaze to the huge white camera, closed from all sides. Inside it was a creature resembling a huge werewolf mixed with a demon. He was at rest now, curled up around his daughter, Glenda. Going to the window, he saw how the fur of the beast, if it could be called that, stood up and a faint growl was heard, warning that the observer had entered the territory of the demon. Chucky pricked up his ears, covering the little red ball even more with his fluffy and long tail. Claws were out and teeth were bared, waiting for a sharp attack. The discharge. The howl of the poor werewolfdemon was sharply heard and immediately he collapsed, unable to get up. Glenda could only watch her father being tortured with fear in her eyes and tears on her face. It wasn't the first time for Chucky, so he soon opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with despair, but he wasn't going to give up.
"Heh, still alive?"
Stan asked, examining the monster from each side. Through the glass, it was perfectly visible how the chest was going down and up.
"You people are just creatures."
The older redhead said in a low voice.
"You could have just killed me, but you didn't."
The man with maroon hair grinned and walked away from the observation window. Soon, distant footsteps were heard. He pricked up his big tattered ears once more, and Chucky looked at his daughter. It was a kind look. Glenda only tucked her tail under her more tightly and snuggled up to her father. The youngest felt her father's slightly rough tongue and a quiet hoarse voice.
"Everything will be fine, no need to cry."
The redhead looked into her father's eyes. Chucky's big paw pushed Glenda up to her muzzle and Glenda leaned her muzzle on her father's muzzle. So they fell asleep.
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Camera T-0. Tiffany and Glen were in it.
"Are these objects dangerous?"
A black-haired man in a white lab coat and glasses on the bridge of his nose asked.
“No. Recently, the T-079R object has been playing with the G-209R object."
Another observer answered the question.
"Good."
Glen was like his father and sister. He was a werewolf fused with a demon. But in childhood, these signs do not appear in any way. It's only when they're furious that their demonic nature comes out. Glen was a safe target, just like his mother. They played all the time, slept together, and sometimes, for good behavior, Chucky was even allowed to see his family for a while. On the other hand, his father and sister were not safe. They always reacted aggressively when someone from the laboratory approached their family member. But so far, everything has been quiet.
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Should I do the 2nd part?
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Carnival Costumes | Task 15
Fyodor - a gladiator. Golden armbands that cover his mark, a sculpted chest piece, a red skirt, a belt with a sheathed sword, a shield on his back. He’s fully committing to the bit for Declan and it’s fully going to bite him in the ass. 
Glenda - Death Eater - but subtle. Glenda is political, not stupid. Her outfit is a typical red devil costume. Red devil horns, red leotard, red leggings, red makeup. But then there’s the small details. A silver skull mask worn on the side of her head. Comical skulls drawn on her forearms. If you know, you know. If you don’t, it’s still a fun look. 
Clifford - “Hear no Evil”. Look, Clifford is booksmart, but he’s hardly the brains trust. He didn’t want a sexy outfit, he didn’t think Enes would want to go matchy, and he came up with what he thought was a funny joke. It’s a monkey costume. Like literally a monkey costume you could hire from the costume store that is essentially a onesie. It’s kinda cute, kinda silly. It does not look like a monkey. 
Devereaux - A skeleton (Karate Kid style). He’s got the black outfit with the bones. It’s kinda cheesy. But then his face - god, his face. He’s handpainted it himself. It’s beautifully rendered in brush strokes of white and black and grey. The curve of the eye sockets is… oddly melancholy. And then he was given the “Return to Laure” shirt without much opportunity to say no, so now he’s just a skeleton that belongs to Laure.
Lonnie - Sir Not-Appearing-In-This-Show. As in, he isn’t there.
Cassidy - Carmilla. It’s a look that most people probably wouldn’t get, but she feels powerful and feminine and that’s all she cares about. Her dress is velvet and clings to her every curve. Long sleeves, a deep v-neck, and a train that pools around her feet. Her hair is teased out. Blood red lipstick graces her smile, smudged in deliberate places. Is this a practical outfit to do Halloween things in? Absolutely not. Does Cassidy care? Absolutely not.
Kimiko - Madge Maddox, her favourite musician. She’s got a big blue star painted across her face, full skeleton earrings dangling from her ears. She’s in platform glittery boots that she fully cannot balance in, and a striped sequined jumpsuit. Her hair is sculpted back against her head with more gel than even Oliver Hedley has used. 
Rishan - full magician regalia. Like literally what he wears on stage. A three piece suit, decorated with black sequins and rhinestones to catch the light and give him that ethereal look. His coat has tails and he’s wearing a top hat. And stage makeup. Guyliner. Guyliner. He’s having a lot of fun walking around and doing magic tricks. It’s back to his roots, and it’s a breath of fresh air. 
Whitney - he wasn’t planning on wearing a costume, but he also knew that he would feel Lily’s disapproving glare all across the festival. So he’s wearing plastic vampire fangs and a black cloak. 
Harrison - a card shark. Yes, it’s terrible. He knows. That’s the point. His hair is slicked back and silvery-grey. There’s a fin stuck to his back. And the worst part - the worst part - is the cards crafted into his lapel and cuffs. He’s wearing a pair of fake pointy teeth that he has to take out for almost every conversation. 
Jack - he’s a Snitch. He’s got gold glitter on his arms and cheeks and hair, he’s wearing dumb shiny gold shorts and a vest, and silver pipe-cleaner wings. He’s so proud of it. 
Euphemia - The Lady of the Lake. She’s wearing a silvery, wide-sleeved dress that falls like water. There’s a braided green belt around her waist, and a matching braided crown. Her hair is loose and wavey. And she’s holding a sword. She’s very excited about the sword (don’t ask her about the sword, because she will jump into a long history lecture about it). 
Shivaun - Dullahan. He didn’t have much time to prepare, but he wanted something to cover his face. He’s wearing an actual pumpkin on his head, with the insides carved out by magic and cleaned by magic so he doesn’t smell like pumpkin. He’s cut triangle eye holes and a zigzag mouth. The rest of his outfit is formalwear - a white shirt with puffy sleeves and frilly cuffs, and an embroidered waistcoat. His scarring is covered and his face is covered and he’s never felt more handsome. 
James - For the sixth year in a row, Sirius Black. He’s in the same shitty black wig, which is getting progressively more knotted, the same school uniform, which is unbuttoned down to his navel, and the same Gryffindor tie, which is very loosely and sloppily tied. This year has a very significant extra though - a handheld mirror to occasionally blow kisses into.
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millingroundireland · 6 months
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Bibliographic essay for the last five posts
This was originally part of the the third chapter in my family history on the Mills family, and published on WordPress, but has been broken up into various parts for this blog.
For the information on the Mills family, I used Find a Grave memorials of the following people:
John N. Mills (#8761820), Virginia Ellen Whitworth (#27406663), Rev John Thomas “Tom” Mills (#140243544), Bertha Ann Lane (#140246323), Cecil Virginia Mills (#140243354), Otis O’Neal Jackson (#126140098), Bonnie Gail Jackson (#142300585), George Newton Mills (#58071180), Ernest Everett Mills (#181497900), Mary Opal Brownfield (#181498075), John Simon Mills (#22708610), Sandra K. “Sandy” Bogdanich (#78076180), Lucille Virginia “Nan” Mills (#45100040), John Maurice Harding (#139577346), Glenda Juanita Mills (#50664713), Aaron Burr Mills, Jr (#94997079), Millie Lucille Freeman (#94997208), Naomi Lorraine Mills (#19591030), Virgil V. Porter (#19590904), and Cozette Mills (#152732975).
I looked at the original census documents for the 1880, 1900, 1920, 1930, and 1940 censuses, focusing on Dora A. Mills (1880), John Newton Mills (1900), Edward E. Mills (1900), and Margaret E. Mills (then Cosgrove) (1900), Margaret E. Mills (then Cosgrove) (1910), Robert B. Mills (1910), Edward E. Mills (1910), John N. Mills (1920), Robert B. Mills (1930), and John N. Mills (1940). I also looked at, on Family Search, the death record for Dora A. Mills in 1895 within Massachusetts Death Records; Hattie B. Mills (then Beals) death certificate in 1912 within “Massachusetts Deaths, 1841-1915” record collection; death certificate of John N Mills in 1945.
I also used certain records with the National Archives of Ireland’s Diocesan and Prerogative Wills, 1595-1898 database, specifically one for a person with surname of Mills or Wallis, and first name of Elizabeth, in the Cashel and Emly diocese, Waterford District, and living in Crossogue, County Tipperary when the probate was served in 1760. I also used the search engine for this National Archives’s database, listing 147 people with the surname of Mills.
For information on Joseph B. Mills, I used pages from Smith’s history of Warren County in 1895, page 492 of the Laws of the State of New York: Passed at the One Hundred and Ninth Session of the Legislature published in 1886 and digitized on Google Books, page 51 of Norton’s Ithaca City Directory 1890-1891 digitized by the Tompkins County Public Library, page 286 of the 1894 book titled History and biography of Washington county and the town of Queensbury, New York digitized by the Internet Archive and on genealogytrails.com, a page on the site of Warren County, NY government titled “Chairmen of the Board of Supervisors,” a page titled a “Historical Listing of Supervisors by Town 1888-2016” hosted by the Warren County government with a specific focus on page 3 of the PDF which focuses on the town of Chester, page 4 of the Proceedings of the Board of Supervisors of the County of Warren in 1901 digitized on Google Book.
I also used newspaper clippings from fultonhistory.com including: “Pottersville,” The Daily Times (Glens Falls), 1881; “Personals,” The Daily Times (Glens Falls), 1881; “Chester,” The Daily Times (Glens Falls), 1886; “Legislative Yeoman,” The Daily Times (Glens Falls), 1886; “A Judgment Reversed,” The Daily Times (Glens Falls), 1890; Article about case by Samuel T. Guilford, The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1890; “Sheriff’s Sale,” Lake George News (Warrenburg), 1890; “Farewell Testimonial,” The Daily Times (Glens Falls), 1891; “The Board of Health,” Paterson Morning Call, Jul 13, 1892; “Pottersville,” The Daily Times (Glens Falls), Jul 2, 1893; Joseph B. Mills, “Warren County Laws,” The Daily Times (Glens Falls), 1895; “Standard Bearers Chosen,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), Sept 1, 1894; “Chester Town Audit,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1894; “Official Canvas,” Lake George News (Warrenburg), autumn 1894; “Republicans at the Burg,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1895; “Personals,” The Daily Times (Glens Falls), Apr 15, 1895; “Town Tickets Nominated,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1896; “Personals,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1897; “Republican nominations,” The Daily Times (Glens Falls), 1897; “List of Nominations,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1897; “Chestertown,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1897; “Personals,” Lake George News (Warrenburg), 1897; “Personals,” The Daily Times (Glens Falls), 1897; “State Capitol Employees to J.B. Mills,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1897; “Pottersville,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1897; “Personals” (different article), The Daily Times (Glens Falls), 1897; “Statement,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1898; “Recovered value of his hay,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1899; Varying articles about Mary A. Hammond suit, The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1899; “Necrology,” Daily Times (Troy, NY), 1900; “In Memoriam,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1900; “Obituary,” Daily Times (Troy, NY), 1900; “Deaths,” Washington County Post (North White Creek, NY), May 11, 1900; “Personals,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), 1900; “Warren County” (obituary), Daily Times (Troy, NY), May 7, 1900; “County Audits,” The Morning Star (Glens Falls), Dec 1900; “One Hundred Years Since Organization of Warren County,” The Daily Times (Glens Falls), 1911.
Also see a 2010 article titled “Sheriff seeks historic photos for display” in the Sun Community News & Printing for the detail about Joseph’s missing photograph. For the information on Joseph’s will, I used the will which is within Ancestry.com’s New York, Wills and Probate Records, 1659-1999 collection which derives from Wills, Vol G-I, 1897-1909, New York County, District and Probate Courts, pp 466-467. A harder to read copy of this will is within the same Ancestry.com collection which derives from Estate Records, No. 1-13, 353, Book of Wills, New York. Surrogate's Court (Warren County), Warren, New York, Wills, Vol G-H, pp 466-67. The latter record has a page, 468, that notes the minors of Joseph B. Mills. For the letter of testamentary and administration see the Letters of Administration and Testamentary, 1830-1919, New York. Surrogate's Court (Warren County), Warren, New York, Letters of Test, Vol H-K, 1894-1918, Ancestry.com.
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culturecultpress · 11 months
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"Spring Offensive" is a hauntingly beautiful anthology of poetry that takes inspiration from Wilfred Owen's famous poem of the same name. Featuring poetry by 39 contemporary poets from all corners of the globe, this collection delves deep into the contrasting dual realities of spring and war. From the blossoming of new life to the chaos and devastation of conflict, these poems are a powerful exploration of the human experience. This illustrated collection is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, and a reminder that even amidst the most challenging of circumstances, hope can still bloom. Whether you are a poetry aficionado or a newcomer to the genre, "Spring Offensive" is a must-read for anyone looking to experience the transformative power of poetry. Buy a Paperback copy of SPRING OFFENSIVE from Lulu: https://www.lulu.com/shop/jay-chakravarti/spring-offensive/paperback/product-w9drn4.html Buy an e-copy (PDF) of SPRING OFFENSIVE from Lulu: https://www.lulu.com/shop/jay-chakravarti/spring-offensive/ebook/product-kzrwe5.html Buy a Paperback copy of SPRING OFFENSIVE from Pothi.com (INDIA ONLY): https://store.pothi.com/book/jay-chakravarti-ed-spring-offensive/ Buy an e-copy (PDF) of SPRING OFFENSIVE from Pothi.com (INDIA ONLY): https://store.pothi.com/book/ebook-jay-chakravarti-ed-spring-offensive/ Poets featured in this collection are: AE Reiff, Allan Lake, Alshaad Kara, Andrea Ferrari Kristeller, Bidisha Chakraborty, Boudhayan Mukherjee, Canisio Mudzimu, Christopher Clauss, Clover Mathis, Colonel Arun Hariharan, Dibyasree Nandy, donnarkevic, Francisco V. Aguirre, Genalyn Panganiban-Lualhati, Gerry Stewart, Glenda M. Dimaano, Hedy Habra, Jay Chakravarti, Lauren Elise Fisher, Laurice E. Tolentino, Loralyn Sandoval De Luna, Lynn White, Mark A. Fisher, Mark Heathcote, Mary Ann C. Abril, Mubarak Said, Mykyta Ryzhykh, Neha Singh, Randy Brown, Rhonda Melanson, Richard M. Bañez, SGT Nate Didier, Sharmila Mitra, Sheryl Abbey, Shikha S. Lamba, Sohaib Ahmed, Sonali Sharma, Suzanne S. Rancourt, Yichielle Devendra #BookRelease #CoverReveal #poets #poetsofig #poetssociety #poetsofinstagram #poetry #poet #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity #poetsociety https://www.instagram.com/p/CrddgBWuVsS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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libbylogan · 2 years
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@zahrajackson​
“Can we, like, take a break? It's bad enough that I'm stuck at this stupid lake all weekend - fighting with bugs for my personal space on top of that is basically an 'absolutely not,' from me.” Flies? Mosquitos? Spiders? Oh my.
Libby pouted as she stomped through the brush of the redwood. Her skin felt like it was crawling as she swatted in all directions, and she couldn’t help but wonder how she had ended up here. Not only at the Lake House - damn Harvey Hargrove, and his constant need to take her wherever he went lately - but in the freakin’ woods? Ugh.
Hiking had never been her idea of a good time, even despite her athleticism. She could recall years of Harvey’s begging to go out on the Hargrove trail - Glenda’s insistence that she, ‘get some exercise!,' before shoving her  so unceremoniously out of the door. Hiking never really felt like exercise, though... It never gave her the high that swimming, or boarding gave her. In fact, she would probably call it something more like long-winded torture! Elevation, and exposure for the sake of views that Libby had only ever pretended to give a damn about? Again. Ugh.
...Still, when Zahra marched up on Libby (the blonde was focused on one of the books she had stolen from Harvey’s bookshelf) and told her they were going outside - hadn’t asked! Told! - Libby rolled her eyes, but didn’t fight it. What else was she supposed to do? Hole up in the den, and watch movies all day?
“Are you keeping a countdown until we get to go home, or what? I'm pretty sure if I ask Harvey for an ETA one more time he'll, like, actually try to kill me.” Libby’s ponytail swished as she found perch on the stump of a redwood.
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"But maybe it's worth it. Death vs... whatever this weekend is supposed to be? Just hit me over the head with a rock."
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holyspiritlakewales · 2 years
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Parish walks with moms in need toward Jesus
Parish walks with moms in need toward Jesus
By Glenda Meekins of the Florida Catholic Staff, July 15, 2022For more information on Walking with Moms in Need, please contact Leidy Rivas at [email protected]. Names have been changed to protect the privacy of individuals.. LAKE WALES | A mother walks into the old school at Holy Spirit Parish with an infant in arms while other little ones trail behind. Elaine Berner greets her with a…
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rosalie-starfall · 2 years
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Glenda Lake
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moonlight1012 · 3 years
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Glenda Lake
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evarelis · 4 years
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Danny’s Deckchair 2003
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singofsolace · 5 years
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Even More Reasons to Love Miranda Otto
I found some brilliant quotes from the Special Features on Danny Deckchair. The entire production team, cast, and crew just gushes about Miranda Otto for ten minutes:
Lizzie Bryant, Co-Producer: “In Miranda Otto we saw someone who was both earthy and delicate; a wonderful actress with such comedic potential, and together [Miranda and Rhys] are just fantastic. We were extraordinarily lucky. The two of them have the most amazing onscreen chemistry together. They have almost an ethereal chemistry about them.” 
Rhys Ifans, “Danny”: “ When you’re working with actresses of [Miranda’s] caliber it just raises your performance.”
Jeff Balsmeyer, Writer/Director: “She’s amazing. She would ask questions and then, boom! She nailed it. The most spontaneous, sparky creature on earth. But she’s also capable of being extraordinarily beautiful.”
Andrew Mason, Producer: “She has a miraculous laugh. It’s truly wonderful and almost anyone who hears it immediately wants to be part of whatever the fun is. It’s wicked fun that she’s hinting at when she laughs.”
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zeldaspells · 5 years
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📸 Miranda Otto as Glenda Lake
Danny Deckchair, 2003.
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esfawkes · 2 years
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what would the ROs dress up as for halloween? yes or no to couple costumes?
Ooh, this is a fun one. Assuming, of course, this is a modern AU or something:
Jasiphae - Odette from the Swan Lake ballet. Tutu and everything.
Sebriel - Demon/devil. Puts on some horns and calls it done.
Elor - Robin Hood. No tights, though.
Kaedra - Black cat. Ears, tails, and face paint.
Atheron - Pirate. A low-effort costume, since he already has the eyepatch.
Iphorah - Witch. The good kind, like Glenda the Good Witch.
Senetha - Cowboy. Boots with the spurs, etc.
Iseriah - Some huntress or Merida from Brave. Something with a bow.
Nethica - Vampire. The sexy kind, of course.
Vesperion - Would put on nice suit and say he’s James Bond.
Each of them could be talked into a couple costume with enough perseverance.
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culturecultpress · 11 months
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"Spring Offensive" is a hauntingly beautiful anthology of poetry that takes inspiration from Wilfred Owen's famous poem of the same name. Featuring poetry by 39 contemporary poets from all corners of the globe, this collection delves deep into the contrasting dual realities of spring and war. From the blossoming of new life to the chaos and devastation of conflict, these poems are a powerful exploration of the human experience. This illustrated collection is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, and a reminder that even amidst the most challenging of circumstances, hope can still bloom. Whether you are a poetry aficionado or a newcomer to the genre, "Spring Offensive" is a must-read for anyone looking to experience the transformative power of poetry. Buy a Paperback copy of SPRING OFFENSIVE from Lulu: https://www.lulu.com/shop/jay-chakravarti/spring-offensive/paperback/product-w9drn4.html Buy an e-copy (PDF) of SPRING OFFENSIVE from Lulu: https://www.lulu.com/shop/jay-chakravarti/spring-offensive/ebook/product-kzrwe5.html Buy a Paperback copy of SPRING OFFENSIVE from Pothi.com (INDIA ONLY): https://store.pothi.com/book/jay-chakravarti-ed-spring-offensive/ Buy an e-copy (PDF) of SPRING OFFENSIVE from Pothi.com (INDIA ONLY): https://store.pothi.com/book/ebook-jay-chakravarti-ed-spring-offensive/ Poets featured in this collection are: AE Reiff, Allan Lake, Alshaad Kara, Andrea Ferrari Kristeller, Bidisha Chakraborty, Boudhayan Mukherjee, Canisio Mudzimu, Christopher Clauss, Clover Mathis, Colonel Arun Hariharan, Dibyasree Nandy, donnarkevic, Francisco V. Aguirre, Genalyn Panganiban-Lualhati, Gerry Stewart, Glenda M. Dimaano, Hedy Habra, Jay Chakravarti, Lauren Elise Fisher, Laurice E. Tolentino, Loralyn Sandoval De Luna, Lynn White, Mark A. Fisher, Mark Heathcote, Mary Ann C. Abril, Mubarak Said, Mykyta Ryzhykh, Neha Singh, Randy Brown, Rhonda Melanson, Richard M. Bañez, SGT Nate Didier, Sharmila Mitra, Sheryl Abbey, Shikha S. Lamba, Sohaib Ahmed, Sonali Sharma, Suzanne S. Rancourt, Yichielle Devendra #BookRelease #CoverReveal #poets #poetsofig #poetssociety #poetsofinstagram #poetry #poet #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity #poetsociety https://www.instagram.com/p/Crddn22uvxi/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Mystery of the Wax Museum: Once Lost, Now Found By Susan King
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Baby boomer cinephiles fell in love with movies by watching them on television (remember Million Dollar Movie?) despite often bad, blurry prints that appeared edited by a chainsaw in order to fit into the time slot. But thanks to film preservation and restoration efforts, when these vintage films air on TCM or are released on Blu-ray and DVD, the result is revelatory. Films considered fun, albeit, minor works at the time of their release are often now viewed as classics.
Such is the case with MYSTERY OF THE WAX MUSEUM (’33), the delicious Michael Curtiz horror film starring Lionel Atwill, Fay Wray, Glenda Farrell and Frank McHugh. The Warner Bros. production was one of the last photographed in the atmospheric and surreal two-strip Technicolor format. (BECKY SHARP, the first shot in the more realistic three-strip Technicolor, was released two years later).
Shot by the legendary Technicolor cinematographer Ray Rennahan, the pre-Code MYSTERY OF THE WAX MUSEUM scared audiences out of their seats, or at least reviewers, with the New York Times critic proclaiming it “too ghastly for comfort” and even “unhealthy.” Long considered lost, a nitrate print was found in 1970 in Jack Warner’s personal vault on the Warner Bros. lot. And in 2019, the UCLA Film and Television Archive and Martin Scorsese’s The Film Foundation used that print, as well as another nitrate print discovered this century by a private collection, to restore the film to its original, vibrant glory and gore.
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In 1933, Wray was the object of the affection for both the tragic and mighty KING KONG (’33) and an insane, disfigured wax sculptor (Atwill) murdering people for his wax museum in MYSTERY OF THE WAX MUSEUM. The sculptor becomes so obsessed with her that he wants to add her to his collection. (WAX MUSEUM was remade in 1953 in 3-D as HOUSE OF WAX with Vincent Price).
Wray’s daughter, writer Victoria Riskin, who wrote the acclaimed biography of her mother and her Oscar-winning father screenwriter Robert Riskin (IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT, 1934), Fay Wray and Robert Riskin: A Hollywood Memoir, was gob smacked by the restoration. “The restoration looked wonderful,” she said in a recent interview. ‘‘Visually it’s very powerful and the colors that were introduced were exceptionally vivid. I’m so grateful to the restorers for all that hard work; it elevates the film in my mind.”
At that time, her mother was 26 and was being loaned out to various studios by her home base at Paramount. Unlike a lot of performers who balked at films they were cast in by their studios, Wray never fought the projects she was told to do. Wray knew poverty. She was born to a poor Mormon family in Salt Lake City in 1907 and was all of 14 when she came to Hollywood to seek her fame and fortune in Hollywood. And in 1933, said Riskin, Wray was still the breadwinner for her family including “her mother, her brothers, her husband and his family.”
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She was happy to have the work that she got during the middle of the Depression. She was reliable and hard working. At the same time, director Michael Curtiz was not easy. MYSTERY OF THE WAX MUSEUM reunited Wray, Atwill and Curtiz, who had worked together in the two-strip Technicolor horror film DOCTOR X (’32). And Wray and Atwill also starred in 1933 in the horror film VAMPIRE BAT. “He was an unyielding character with an obsessive work ethic,” said Riskin of Curtiz. “From [Wray’s] point of view, as a lovely young woman, he was almost like a machine-detached, impersonal and not much fun. She was used to the kind of warmth and playfulness that can happen around the set. Certainly, that happened with [producer] Merian C. Cooper on KING KONG. But there was none of that with Michael Curtiz.”
Just as with KING KONG, Wray’s role in MYSTERY OF THE WAX MUSEUM was physically demanding. There’s one incredible scene in which Atwill shows how much his wax figure of Marie Antoinette resembles her. It was actually Wray wearing elaborate clothing and a heavy wig, who played the wax figure because the Technicolor cameras were so hot, the real wax figures in the movie began to melt. Not only doesn’t she move a muscle, Wray didn’t even blink.
One of the best sequences features a terrified Wray hitting the face of Atwill to reveal he’s wearing a mask over his horribly disfigured face. Wray had no idea what the disfigured make-up would look like because they wanted her scream to be spontaneous when she saw Atwill’s face. But instead of screaming, she gasped in horror. “Her reaction was actually more normal,” she said. But not to Curtiz. He wanted that scream. “So, they had another mask – just one more,” said Riskin. “He said you have to really hit him and scream, so she did it.”
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Though Wray had problems with Curtiz, in the end, said Riskin, she appreciated him as a filmmaker. “She admired the results and that part was good. She brings a likeability to that part.” Ironically, Farrell, who plays Wray’s roomie—a fast-talking newspaper reporter looking for a rich husband—was seriously dating Robert Riskin at the time of the production. Wray and Riskin didn’t meet until several years later.
“That’s the fun part of the movie because my parents hadn’t yet met,” noted Riskin. “My dad’s first important romance in Hollywood was with Glenda Farrell. I could see why he liked her. She was smart and warm and generous. And in the movie, my mother and Glenda, the two most important women in my father’s life, are playing roommate. Isn’t it adorable?”
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It seemed like a great idea, bringing Aelita into the real world and enrolling her at their school. It wasn’t like they didn’t have time to plan things out— to make sure her transition was as smooth as possible— because they had plenty of time to do so. Whether or not that time was spent agonizing over details that were practically meaningless until confronted later. We’ll cross that bridge when we get there was their daily motto for almost an entire year. 
So they weren’t exactly thinking it all the way through when they created Aelita’s new identity. At a glance, it was watertight. No one would dare to look too deep into anyone associated with the de la Robbias. Looking at Odd’s records was an absolute mess, so why even bother with Aelita’s? 
It was a quick way to get her in the door and out of deep scrutiny, but that in and of itself presented problems. Like right now. It was a month before winter break and each warrior’s family was making plans to bring their children home for the holidays. Except Aelita. 
As it stood, there were only two viable options; someone had to take Aelita home with them (which would be the markedly tougher option), or someone would have to stay behind with her. Despite being somewhat acclimated to Earth, she was still wobbling on fawn-like legs during social situations. Or most situations, granted she was unsupervised. 
Which was what brought everyone together on a crisp afternoon in early November, piled into Jérémie’s room and in deep discussion.
“I hate to say it, but I can’t stay,” Jérémie sighed. “My parents have already booked a flight for me. They thought having a tropical Christmas would be a good idea for some reason.” 
To add insult to injury, he sounded truly apologetic. 
“I’ll be around the corner, but granted I don’t stay at the dorms anyway, my parents definitely won’t take well to me “sneaking off” during family time,” Yumi grimaced, making sure her displeasure over the last few words was clear. 
If the rest of the conversation went as positively as this first two minutes had, they were all screwed. The only two people that remained were Odd and Ulrich— the two people most likely to want to stay at Kadic through the break. 
Odd snorted. “My parents won’t even notice if I’m here or there, but they did book train tickets. If I never showed, they wouldn’t care. So, what say you, good buddy? Am I staying behind or have you already worked it out?” 
Every eye fell on Ulrich in anticipation. 
“I’m staying,” he said simply. 
He was met with several sighs of relief, and one disappointed Odd. “You’re really gonna make me go?” He pouted, though it sounded more like a demand. 
“Yeah, otherwise Jim will get suspicious of too many of us staying behind. Besides, you’ll be able to let Kiwi play in the snow without worrying about getting caught.” 
The resulting whine from the blonde was a cross between exasperation and resignation, and Ulrich had never heard a sound so sweet. Aelita decided she’d make presence known at that point, carefully patting the blonde on the back as he grumbled. “Well, what do you even do over a break? Especially the winter one?” She asked. 
Ulrich shrugged. “Winter stuff.” 
The topic was dropped. 
The first day of the winter break was reserved exclusively for seeing the gang off. Most kids were heading home, though a teeny-tiny minority stayed behind. Ulrich and Aelita were now a part of that minority. 
By the time everyone had left the school, and the halls no longer buzzed with sound, dinner was ending and it was almost curfew. Aelita and Ulrich had spaghetti and meatballs together— much to Odd’s vocal displeasure when he saw it on that evening’s menu— and parted once they reached the dorms. 
“What will we be doing tomorrow?” Aelita asked. 
Ever the over-communicator, Ulrich glanced out the window at the blanket of snow that never seemed to stop growing. “I’ll introduce you to normal winter stuff. Dress warm, we’ll be outside,” he said before waving. “Good night.” 
The next morning found Ulrich walking Aelita through the woods. They wound through thickets and tall snow banks, truly getting to experience what winter had to offer. It was a quiet walk (though, at this point, it was more of a hike than a walk). As they approached the tree line, Aelita’s emerald eyes caught sight of the factory from between the bare trunks. 
“The factory?” She blinked, like it was the last place she’d expect to see. “Why are we here?”
“We’re not here for the factory,” Ulrich started. The duo broke through the edge of the forest and basked in the midday sun. It was then that Aelita noticed that the water that acted like a moat was frozen. 
“We’re here for the lake.” 
Suffice to say, without ice skates, music, and other skaters, the duo were nothing but inelegant. Ulrich taught Aelita how to slide about on the ice, how to skid into something resembling a stop, and getting her to glide backwards. Eventually their ice skating devolved into races around the factory, and to hockey— which they played with two tree branches and a pine cone. 
By the time they started heading back to the school, the sky was dimming. Aelita’s cheeks were cherry red and her breath was coming in short puffs of exhaustion, but the grin on her lips was the most genuine thing. Ulrich even found his own lips tilting upward at the sound of her elated laughter. 
“Oh, that was wonderful, Ulrich!” She beamed, bouncing to and fro through the snow banks. “Can we do this again tomorrow?”
He fought off a chuckle. “Sure. I can show you the other stuff later.” 
Though her curiosity was piqued, she didn’t inquire further about the “other stuff”. Ulrich was coming to realize that she liked surprises. 
Aelita hummed happily the entire walk back to Kadic. The thought made Ulrich warm. When they stumbled back indoors, the fiery sensation of needles on bare skin told the duo they’d been out a bit too long. The back of Ulrich’s thighs were on fire, and Aelita’s fingers cried out in pain. 
She was wincing and nervously shifting her weight from foot to foot when Ulrich pulled her out of her head. 
“There’s only one cure to freezer burn,” he started leading her to the cafeteria, though dinner wasn’t going to be served for hours. “C’mon, I’ll show you how to make it.” 
When they made it into the cafeteria, Ulrich made straight for the kitchen doors, which gave Aelita pause. Students weren’t allowed in the kitchen on a good day— what made Ulrich think trying to get in there over winter break would be a better idea? Even then, one of the lunch ladies was probably in there starting on dinner. They’d be caught in no time, so what was Ulrich planning? 
“You coming, Princess?” 
Aelita had been so deep in thought that she’d completely stopped walking, and was staring intently at Ulrich’s relaxed form. 
“Are you sure that—“
“We’ll be fine. Trust me.” 
With Ulrich acting as cocksure and confident as Odd, Aelita could do nothing more than follow behind him and hope for the best. The moment the door swished shut behind her, Ulrich was greeting Glenda with a nod before heading to the opposite side of the kitchen. He flitted in and out of cupboards and pantry doors before placing a shallow pot on the stove. 
He was still gathering things here and there when Aelita asked, “Why aren’t we getting in trouble?”
Ulrich placed two mugs side by side on the counter. “Odd and I have had our fair share of early mornings and late evenings. Glenda’s always the first one in and the last to leave. Let’s just say, she’s fine with us being here so long as the other students don’t know and we pick up after ourselves.”
Aelita didn’t know why she was so surprised by that fact. Of course, every warrior had their fair share of trauma from Xana. If Odd and Ulrich suffered from nightmares or insomnia, Aelita was no one to judge. Shaking herself from her thoughts, she watched as Ulrich melted a good amount of chocolate in the pot before mixing in some milk. He stirred it lightly for a few minutes more before splitting the contents of the pan between the two mugs. He added a tad extra milk to each one before passing the pinkette a plastic spoon. 
Ulrich tilted his mug in her direction, as if to toast. “To winter break?” He asked. 
“To winter break,” she replied. 
Their cups clinked together, and the second day of winter break came to a close. 
“Since when did you know how to cook?” Aelita asked later that evening. “I didn’t take you as one to— not to offend— be knowledgeable about it.”
Ulrich chuckled lightly. “I’m a terrible cook, I just know how to make hot chocolate. My mother taught me when I was younger. Every year we’d play hockey in brook behind the house, and when we came back we’d make hot chocolate to warm us up.”
Ulrich hasn’t said that many words directly to Aelita for almost as long as they’ve known each other. 
Aelita smiles tentatively. “That’s… really nice.”
Ulrich hums warmly before waving good night to the girl. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, bright and early,” he says. 
And Aelita can’t stymie the excited laugh that bubbles up from within. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” 
Even as they walk their separate ways, Aelita likes to think she sees a ghost of a smile on his lips in the reflection on the windows. 
By the time winter break is over, Aelita has been officially inducted into the exclusive group of students given kitchen rights. Four days after starting classes once again, Aelita finds herself standing in the kitchen at half past the witching hour, wondering why her world weary body brought her here. When Glenda sees the girl half asleep in her cup of cocoa, she simply gives the girl a nudge and pushes her out. “Wait! I didn’t get to do the dishes!” She tries to argue. 
“Get some sleep before classes start, and I might forgive ‘ya,” Glenda tuts, and Aelita knows that the lunch lady has won this round. 
When Aelita curls up in her bed, anxieties and nightmares long forgotten, she takes in the lingering scene of hot chocolate in the air and thinks about Ulrich and the week of shrieking laughter and restrained joy they shared. 
Aelita sleeps through the first three classes and shuffles down for lunch looking like death warmed over, but Glenda serves her the best part of the lasagna with a knowing look, and the young girl dines with her friends. 
She feels more like a living, breathing human at that moment than during any other. 
To her, the most human emotion isn’t rage or something as simple as love, she thinks it’s the gleeful innocence of playing in the snow on a cold day, and the creature comfort that is fuzzy socks and diamond snow. 
She no longer feels in binary and thinks in CSS. 
The girl that is Aelita Stones is born on a cloudy day in December, and she is utterly grateful to the boy who pushed her into the wild and wonderful world she now resides in (even if he pushed her into a snowbank to do it).
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