#moss watches tma

[eviltoxicmosssauce]

gerry keay is so fucking funny to me like imagine you're having the worst day of your life some supernatural shit's going down and you're 99% sure you're gonna die and then this goth bitch with shittily dyed hair and a vaguely disquieting aura shows up and just fucking sets the problem on fire. he's like emo superman except more of an arsonist. obsessed.

#moss says things #moss watches tma #gerard keay #tma gerry #the magnus archives #tma #martin tma

[theiyah]

if I had a domain in TMA it would be a weird mix of the lonely, the slaughter and some eye and hunt aspects.

It would be a forrest and there are trails of blood as the only sign of life other than yourself. But everytime you follow one to its "end" hoping to find a person you just find a corpse, entirely unrecognisable through the violent wounds all over except for the eyes looking at you pleadingly but before you can help they die and you're alone again. And soon the corpse will be gone and so will the blood and the feeling of being watched by it aswell. There is nothing you can do to help. And once you start thinking you're really entirely alone this time, you find another trail of blood to follow. Perhaps this time there will be a person at the end of it.

Also never knowing who is doing this but knowing you're too worthless to be prey.

And endless expanse of foggy forest, moss covered so you can barely hear your own footsteps and the fog makes it hard to see until it clears just a little so you can see the gore spread all throughout the clearing.

#tma #the magnus archives #horror #the lonely #the slaughter #the hunt #the eye #only a little bit the eye #like just because eyes are expressive and give information even when a person doesnt have a face to express with #gore #tw blood #tw gore #tw violence #tw torture #i guess #because what else are the domains #domains #avatars

[bluejayblueskies]

TMA Fic Rec List

I’ve compiled a list of some of my favorite TMA fics right now! No real theme to this other than a slight focus on underrated/less popular fics.

List begins under the cut!

The Haunting of Blackwood House | jonmartin, rated T | Ao3: acetheticallyy (judesstfrancis) | tumblr: @judesstfrancis​

To Do List: 1. Find out what’s haunting Martin 2. Plan accordingly 3. (Ongoing) make sure Martin never feels alone

An AU where Jon, Sasha, and Tim are ghost hunters and Martin calls them to investigate his haunted house! Very sweet with a fair bit of mystery too. In progress with one chapter left.

Rewinding the Tapes | jonmartin, rated T | Ao3: a_suspiciously_large_pig (Queenie_D) | tumblr: @celticdragonmaster​

As Martin watched the pages burn, he felt his gaze being drawn to those few words that he could still see, unable to look away from them. In particular his eyes seemed drawn to one sentence that hadn't yet begun to blacken and curl; "I wouldn’t try too hard to stop reading; there’s every likelihood you’ll just hurt yourself" He was only pulled away from the trance it had him under when he heard the sound of a body collapsing on the floor. - Martin prevents the end of the world, but not without consequences.

Martin comes back in time to stop Jon from finishing reading Jonah’s statement, but Jon loses his memories in the process. In progress with three chapters left.

the midnight hour is close at hand | jonmartin, rated T | Ao3: Athina_Blaine | tumblr: @athina-blaine​

“What am I even supposed to talk about?”

“We’re going to a Halloween party. On Halloween. With other people who, presumably, also like Halloween." Martin smiled. "You’ve already got at least one talking point baked right into the setting.”

Jon chuckled, haggard. “You always make it sound so easy.”

“Hey,” Martin said, touching Jon’s chin. He waited until Jon dragged his eyes back up from the pavement. “Worst comes to worst, we’re going to carve our little pumpkin, and we’re going to drink our hot apple cider, and we’re going to have a good time.”

-

Jon struggles. Martin tries to help.

A university AU where Jon and Martin attend a Halloween party, and things go awry. One of my all-time favorite fics! Multi-chapter and complete.

Mixed Signals | tim/omc, rated T | Ao3: WhyNotFly | tumblr: @apatheticbutterflies

There’s some sort of glittery streamer dangling down from the top of the doorway leading into the Archives.  Hot pink, with little hearts of different sizes swaying gently in the still air.  They hadn’t been there when Jon came into work this morning, he’s sure he would have noticed something so offensive to the eyes.  It’s garishly out of place in the properly somber decor of the Archives.  Jon reaches up, grasping the bottom of a tiny vinyl heart and rubbing it distastefully between his fingers.  Anyone could have put it up between Jon’s modestly too early arrival and now, but Jon would put money on the fact that it was Tim.

It would certainly explain the unusually high level of amusement in his grin when he came to deliver his report on the Wharton case.  Generally, in Jon’s experience, houses spontaneously burning down don’t tend to evoke a great deal of levity.

***

Tim gets an unexpected visitor.  Luckily, he has his grumpy old boss to back him up.

One of Tim’s police contacts makes romantic advances on him, and Jon’s there to stop it. Featuring aromantic Tim! One-shot.

moss on a stone | jonmartin, rated G | Ao3: Bloodsbane | tumblr: @lo-fi-charming​

They leave London holding hands.

Out of the Institute; down the rain-slicked streets; on the train. Martin’s hand is cold, but holds Jon’s very firmly, never letting go until he absolutely has to. And then, after, they find each other again like magnets, and Jon likes to think he’s the natural opposite charge that attracts that cold palm to his warm one.

A Scottish Safehouse fic centered around kiss-averse Jon and Martin! Very atmospheric and snapshot-in-time-esque. One-shot.

Hypothetically | jongeorgie, rated T | Ao3: rosy_cheekx | tumblr: @rosy-cheekx

This was it. Jon fiddles with the pale green collar of his shirt; eyes focused resolutely on the version of himself in the mirror that hung on the wardrobe in his student flat. Tonight’s the night I’m going to ask Georgie to…

He shakes his head to himself, wincing at the end of that sentence. He knows what he’s going to do tonight, what he wants to do tonight, what difference does vocalizing it make, even if it’s just to himself?

Takes place when Jon and Georgie are dating in university and features asexual Jon coming into his identity through his relationship with Georgie. One of my favorite works to come out of aspec archives week! One-shot.

Breathe in the Salt | jonmartin, rated T | Ao3: SqueeneyTodd

Martin Blackwood works in a lighthouse that echoes too much against a sea he doesn't care for.

The lighthouse isn't meant to have people in it.

I would be remiss if I didn’t put at least one selkie au on this list! Martin’s mother is a selkie and he works at a lighthouse that has some very strange happenings. Jon, Tim, and Sasha come to investigate. Lots of mystery, lots of cute moments! In progress.

The Best Things Come in Threes | jongerrymartin, rated T | Ao3: voiceless_terror | tumblr: @voiceless-terror

In which Martin and Gerry help Jon acquire a cat, among other things.

Martin and Gerry own a bookstore, and they look into getting a cat for the bookstore. Jon is, of course, enraptured. Very sweet and domestic! One-shot.

#tma #the magnus archives #tma fic #the magnus archives fic #fic rec #fic rec list #i very much enjoyed all of these and i hope yall do too!!!

[pronouncingitwang]

MELANIE QING 👁👁

MOSS HELLO ILY i tagged you in another melanie ask i got but i am going to add one more thing actually - cw for talking about parents a lot -

we really only get a few lines about melanie’s relationship with her dad but i love melanie‘s relationship with her dad. i literally just noticed this now while skimming the mag106 transcript but el*as called him her “last real anchor” which is usually considered a jmart copyright word but it’s here it’s here love as an anchor is here too! there aren’t a lot of good parental relationships in tma but i appreciate this one

i love that she absolutely would have wanted to make him proud as she fought her way up in the ghost hunt entertainment industry and i love that he probably watched every episode of ghost hunt uk and i love that she probably had a scheduled time to call him at his nursing home every week (or more frequently than that) and always called on time and probably scheduled her ghost hunts so that there was no overlap, and i love that they could hear the smiles in each other’s voices as they talked and as he called her “小蛾” and she’d laugh and say she wasn’t a child anymore and he’d say she’d always be his child and then they’d both laugh! i saw someone interpret the line about melanie’s mother’s life insurance covering her dad’s care as melanie killing her mom for the money (which i think is SO fascinating i am very eye emoji at that if anyone wants to or has already ficced it) but i just read it as her mom died of illness or an accident around the time her dad needed long-term care and melanie and her dad worked through the ensuing feelings together and i love her so much for dealing with that and for the two of them being there for each other!

ty again moss have a good night/morning!

ask me to gush about something, regardless of my opinions on it

#asks #melanie qing

[aflyingcontradiction]

The Magnus Archives Relisten: Episode 98 - Lights Out

Martin: I don’t know. I mean, he kind of explained. I think? John’s “too inconsistent” at the moment. He needs to make up for the shortfall. Which, I guess means me.

I don't actually remember how making Martin read the statements plays into Elias's greater plan, someone jog my memory? Is it literally just kibble for the Eye?

Martin: Yeah, y’know, y’know what? A little privacy would be nice sometimes, okay? Not everything’s for you! You don’t need to listen to everything that we –

I just like how Martin's giving a tape recorder a lecture on basic privacy and how that sounds completely absurd out of context but makes perfect sense in context.

In particular he seems to share that peculiarly specific mania regarding the fate of John Franklin and his lost expedition. - Statement of Doctor Algernon Moss

The only reason my knowledge of this expedition isn't precisely zero is because multiple people I follow are fans of the show The Terror and occasionally I scroll past an informative post regarding the history thereof.

I had one great friend during my time at Repton, a lad named George Denman. I’m sure you recognise the name, given the recent speeches he’s been giving on capital punishment.

Apparently this is another instance of TMA just grabbing historical figures and going "Mine now." A quick look at Wikipedia tells me that what Denman was saying about capital punishment seems to have mostly been "Public executions are a great idea." But no information on schoolboy tattoos, unfortunately.

The first of the collection was titled Der Sandmann, and was what I believe would these days be referred to as a psychological story, dealing with the madness, trauma and hallucinations of the protagonist, including the eponymous Sandman.

We read this in school, actually, and I loved it SO MUCH. If you're a fan of horror, it's genuinely worth the read!

“He comes to children who don’t go to bed, and throws his sand all into their eyes, and they start to bleed. He takes those fallen eyes up in his bag, and carries them up into the crescent moon, to his nest, where his own children feast upon them. They have crooked beaks like owls, all the better to pick the eyes of naughty human children.”

Yeah, this part of the story stuck with me, too. It's pretty gruesome.

A thin beam of moonlight was clearly marked upon the floor, where a gap in the curtains let it shine through. As the long dark foot touched it, I watched that moonlight curdle like rancid milk.

TMA continuing to hit it out of the park with the vivid impossible imagery!

I reached out to where I knew the thing’s pouch would be, and seized a handful of sand. It was already slick with my blood as I lifted it and cast it into my face. I do not suppose I need to dwell upon the pain, but please know that I would sooner die than endure it again.

Oh, this is making me cringe a bit. Eye injury is easily the injury most likely to get to me when I see or read things about it.

Melanie: Just, um, gimme, gimme an hour or so. I, I just have a few things to take care of… first.

I love how Melanie's all "Let me just murder Elias real quick and then we can go and have a drink with Basira".

Elias: I assume this is your first time attempting to poison someone? Do you actually know how many painkillers it takes to kill someone, or were you just hoping I’d take enough to get sick, and you could finish the job… manually?

Elias makes a good point. As far as I'm aware, if you're using pretty much any medication that is readily available, the chance you'll be able to hide enough of it in a cup of coffee to kill someone with it is ... kinda zilch unless they happen to be allergic. Might give them liver damage if you're lucky. It's actually a bit silly of Melanie not to do basic research before she literally tries to poison somebody.

Elias: Let’s have no more clumsy assassination attempts, alright? And we’ll say no more about it. Consider this your first warning. Next time I shall have to escalate matters, and that won’t be a pleasant process for anybody.

Oh god, I love nonchalant cool-and-controlled villainy. (I mean, I also love chewing-the-scenery-with-reckless-abandon villainy. I just like villains. But Elias is definitely a delicious flavour of villain.)

My impression of this episode

This episode has a lot going on pre- and post-statement. The conversation of Martin and Tim at the start is interesting but of course nothing compared to the confrontation of Melanie and Elias - Elias truly is a delightful bastard. The statement itself honestly wasn't all that memorable to me - probably the most memorable part of it was the reference to Der Sandmann and the quote from it and that's not really the statement's doing, that's E.T.A. Hoffmann.

#the magnus archives #tma relisten

[straighttma]

TMA but it’s the IT Crowd (2006). Jon - Moss, Tim - Roy, Sasha - Jen

never watched it describe it to me in the comments

#the magnus archives #tma #tma au #straighttma

[bibliocratic]

@osirisjones jonmartin prompt:  Nothing wrong with some good ol cuddling in bed after a nightmare 👀

tws in tags, warnings for some tma-dark imagery despite being ultimately fluff

On the coast somewhere. A sentinel-stance, his hair knotty, wind-rushed. There's a craggy moss-stubbled headland jutting out like a broken jaw. The edges of his trainers toe the starting line of a curb. Before him, the grey waves of a cold-snap sea, broken by an irregular fortification against immersion, a patch of sand the colour of ashen skin that will soon be submerged.

A figure on the shoreline. Eyes out to the horizon, hair untethered, coat-less and shoe-less and immovable, reckless and wreckless against the sea that promises such storms.

Martin's the only one who can see the strengthening waves in the distance. Disturbed and agitated by some disaster, gathering to a tsunami.

There are stone steps, aged, foot-scored and weight-worn, and they're adorned with black railings kissed by rust. The steps curl around their path like hair around fingers to the beach front below.

Martin takes a step, and feels the glass of his legs crack. A hollow sound, reverberating with warning, the echo spiderwebbing through him. It doesn't hurt, not exactly, not really, and he takes another step, another, his eyes on the tide, the figure on the shore. The faster he goes, the more it splinters through him, feeling himself fragment, fracture, smithereens of glass crunching disconnected in his shoes, his socks, his trouser legs. Still he hobbles down the unforgiving stone, feeling limbs shatter with every shock of pressure, of misuse in a dull diamond cascade of the pieces of him that gather in his clothes where a man once was, and still he runs.

He's crumbling, an eroded cliff edge, a sand-swiped edifice to lost things and missed chances.

The figure on the beach doesn't move back, though surely they must hear how the wind is rising, surely they can't have failed to notice the tooth-filled snarling ferocity of the waves. Martin's throat is a sheen of slippery glass where words have no purchase, can't escape the lock of his throat.

The wind's wiping tears into his eyes that freeze into painful ragged shards almost immediately, and Martin feels the friction of his broken pieces as he tries to keep his shattered body moving, to go a bit faster, to get a bit closer.

The figure doesn't look back as they tread in the low tide and the wave ascends to greet them.

Curling round immediately, mummified in sweaty bed blankets, something lost and feral scrabbling in his throat that soon manifests into sound.

Sleepy, rousing to wakefulness.

'Martin? Oh. Oh, right.'

Arms pulling close. Neck at an uncomfortable twist, ear over collarbone, but he buries himself in the thick embrace of it.

'It was – ' he feels obliged to say. 'It was nothing, just a stupid – I'll, I'm fine, I'll...'

A default slide into poorly build but easily manned habits. A 'hush', fingers wiping sleep from his damp eyes.

'Do you – do you want to talk about it?'

An offer given more easily than he takes it, but he is reclaiming the ground of himself steadily.

'I think you were there.' Whispered to the dark, to the hazy heat of under-covers. 'You wouldn't turn around, and I was so – I thought …'

Fingers setting in the handholds of hips, another 'it's alright, it's alright' as he relates his horrors to the patient dark.

                                                                  He follows Peter's bloody map to the forbidding centre of the Panopticon. The mouths of empty cells, their bars like bared teeth, all facing dead centre, the stage of this horrible show.

The throne has a newly crowned king.

They've taken Jon's eyes. The blood tracking like warpaint scratched down his cheeks, and what they plucked out, they replaced improperly, with eyes that are not eyes, wide gaping chasm things like the backs of moth's wings.

The magnetic tape of all those statements, those carefully archived reels, they've been unspooled and it gathers like it's clogged in Jon's mouth, down his throat. The black lines of it spilling out like the straw of some macabre scarecrow, and Martin's hands are shaking and he prays, ill-worded little invocations to an almighty scraped together from school assemblies, that Jon wasn't taken like that, choking on fear, overwhelmed and airless, fingers scrabbling at a winched-in throat as he tried to breathe around the morass of other people's terrors.

Martin's prayers are that Jon felt nothing at all.

His ribcage has been splayed open, pivoted neatly with hinges like the top of a musical box. Weirdly bloodless for all it is a gory butchery of a human body, sand-white ribs that Martin finds himself counting. The heart is still there, shrivelling, wrinkled by strain and abuse. The rest of his chest, where other lungs and organs and the mechanisms of life should be harboured, is compacted as though with stuffing, the brutal gavage of some farm-reared delicacy. The eyes that expand and swell in this space roll in their vitreous parcels like twitching frogspawn. And then they all swivel with the fluid grace of owl necks, look at Martin, a thousand bobbing pupils staring out of the meat of Jon's chest, and that's the moment Martin realises Jon isn't dead.

'M-martin! Martin!'

A harsh insistence poorly cloaking distress, hands against his shoulders, moving in aborted rocking shakes.

'I – er, what, fuck – was I...?' Returning does not sweep away the agitation, the shaking like an earth tremor through him, the branding recollection of those fathomless eyes.

'You were shouting.' Hair being wiped from his forehead, two eyes, two normal, worried, crow-footed eyes staring down at him.

'W-what time is it?' he asks, but it's not an answer he wants or needs, he's just making sounds, fronting calm he doesn't feel. Runs clammy fingers over the bony column of a throat, the round of an adam's apple, a shirtless chest unmutilated and breathing shallowly.

He feels the question form there, at the centre, the tentative journey it traverses before he hears 'Can I.... I mean, do you want to...?'

The question isn't fully born before he's heaving great waves of sobs into the chest he's pillowed on.

Like clockwork, the arms come round, always an inch too tight a grip, and somehow that makes this easier to bear.

There are no monsters. In the dream that is not a dream, more a memory played out to its worst extremities, Martin walks, meandering and careless, along a beach. The sand is greyer, colour-sapped, and the waves are choppy, over-touched with foaming white like a poorly rendered oil landscape painting. There are ships out to the distance, but they're too far away, dirt flecks on the windscreen of horizon.

After a while, he sits down on the sand. Soaking the seat of his trousers, the backs of his legs. He watches the immutable horizon, blank like a lost opportunity, like a canvas where something meaningful could have been painted, anything at all really other than nothing. There are no clouds, no birds, and around him the day happens, unfolding in undemanding hours and minutes that leave no footprints, ruffle no waves.

He didn't bring any gloves and his hands cramp, the skin of his cheeks pinched with the tweaking chill. There are the marks of hoar-frost, sparkling and spiking, beginning to carpet the hairs on his arm, the skin of his exposed ankles.

The temperature drops, though the sky doesn't change. His fingers are gripped into numb claws now, and he wonders without much of a sense at all if he'll lose them to the cold. The frost is curdling in his lungs and it's hard to breathe. It has become a sensation like all the rest of them, like hunger and fright and panic, it is something happening to him so far away, to the him before, the one burdening himself with feeling like a pack-mule and wondering why he never moved forward.

The light refracts snow-blind off the white of the waves, and soon it is easier to close his eyes. He is not tired, but maybe he could lie down for a moment. It would be so simple to –

Arms wrapped around chest from behind, a twinge as his ribs protest, his mouth forming a confused, displeased sound.

'Jon. W- are you ok? You having a nightmare?'

A voice night-rough and dry rumbled against the dip between his shoulder blades: 'You were going away again'.

'Oh'.

The taste of chill is still enchanted and twisted up in the marrow of him, but it thaws in the near-ache of such a grip. Threading fingers together, palm union with palm, the soft rucks of scar tissue sliding against dry skin. He is held and beheld so tightly he lies there for a moment, his skin prickling with newly rediscovered heat.

'Do you want to talk about it?'

An offer. Given and given and given, no thought to retraction. It is hard to be Lonely when that holds such a lantern to the dark of the forest beyond.

'I'm, I'm ok, Jon,' he says, meaning it. Pulling arms  slot around his stomach tighter. 'Thank you'.

A grunting 'don't mention it', already sweetened by a doziness. The weight against his back closer, the arms flung around him like  a mooring line.

Martin drops back off sweltering in the muggy heat and sleeps dreamless till morning.

#tma #the magnus archives #fic #prompt #tw body horror #tw mutilation #cw dread #cw nightmares #fluff #jonmartin

[louisstephaneulysse]

Implosion / De Sade - Welles voulait diriger le scénario de Matheson

Inscrit le: Samedi le 16 juin 2001 à 8h00Lieu: Ottawa, Canada

Post par Harvey Chartrand » Mer 16 avril 2003 10h05

Je venais de lire "Le remarquable Michael Reeves: sa vie courte et tragique" de John B. Murray. American International Pictures a demandé à Reeves de réaliser un scénario de Richard Matheson intitulé "Implosion". C'était à propos de la vie du marquis de Sade et absolument génial. Orson Welles a saisi le scénario et voulait le diriger lui-même. Son vieil ami et collègue John Huston a été choisi pour incarner l'oncle libertin de De Sade.

Reeves était profondément troublé. Il trouva "Implosion" trop dérangeant et le repoussa. Il ne réalisera plus jamais de photo et se suicidera en février 1969. Le scénario sera réécrit à plusieurs reprises et sera renommé "De Sade". Au cours du processus, il a été complètement ruiné, selon Matheson, qui conserve des crédits pour le scénario de "De Sade", qui a finalement été réalisé par Cy Enfield. Roger Corman a réalisé les scènes de sexe quand Enfield s’est montré réticent ou incapable de le faire, en raison de sa nature puritaine. "De Sade" a été un désastre avec Keir Dullea dans le rôle principal.

Selon Murray, cela doit rester l'une des plus grandes opportunités perdues de l'histoire du cinéma. Ce serait formidable si "Implosion" était publié. Matheson est un maître du macabre,

Posté par Le Chiffre » mer. 16 avril 2003 11:35

Information intéressante, Harvey. Je pensais acheter le DVD de De Sade à cause du mélange intriguant de talents impliqués, mais après avoir lu votre article et quelques critiques en ligne, je pense que je vais passer. Cela semble assez inepte et daté.

Je suis sceptique quant au fait que Welles ait voulu diriger le scénario de Matheson, car il n'a dirigé que ses propres scénarios tout au long de sa carrière. Huston aurait également proposé de diriger De Sade, mais a été refusé (?!). Il ne figure pas beaucoup dans les scènes d'orgie du film, qui seraient plutôt apprivoisées par les standards actuels. Cependant, selon une revue en ligne, Huston aurait fait une très grosse place au film S & M dans une série de photos Playboy destinée au film. Peut-être que ces objets ont été laissés sur le sol de la salle de coupe.

BTW, Cy Enfield (Zulu, île mystérieuse) était également assistant de Jack Moss lors de la réalisation de The Magnificent Amberson. Je me souviens avoir lu une interview dans laquelle Enfield prétendait que ses arguments véhémentes avaient sauvé la "scène de kichen" entre Fanny, George et Jack, que les dirigeants de RKO avaient désespérément voulu faire sortir du film. Je crois que c'est aussi lui qui a dit que beaucoup de câbles de plusieurs pages de Welles concernant l'édition TMA avaient été jetés à la poubelle par Moss ... non lus.

Post par ToddBaesen » ven 18 avr 2003 à 1h55

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Je n'ai pas lu le livre de John B. Murray sur Michael Reeves, mais on dirait qu'il n'a aucune idée de ce dont il parle. Quand j'ai parlé à Matheson, il m'a dit qu'Implosion était un scénario que l'AIP n'avait jamais filmé, ce qui n'avait rien à voir avec DeSade. L'implosion concernait la stérilisation de la plupart des femmes dans le monde, puis les autorités ont envoyé les fécondes restantes dans des camps d'élevage. DeSade a été écrit à l'origine par Matheson pour Roger Corman, qui l'a préparé avec Matheson, mais Corman a finalement décidé de ne pas le diriger.

Comme le note Mteal, il est très peu probable qu'Orson Welles ait jamais vu le scénario, encore moins voulu le diriger, car il a souvent mentionné qu'il ne se sentait pas à l'aise pour faire de la scène de nu ou de sexe. Il est également peu probable que Reeves ait trouvé Implosion ou DeSade trop dérangeant à diriger - après tout, il s'agit d'un homme qui a dirigé les scènes ultra-violentes de The Witchfinder General. Cependant, Reeves avait des problèmes mentaux à l'époque, ce qui voulait dire qu'il ne pouvait rien diriger. Selon le producteur de DeSade, Louis "Deke" Hayward, il aurait eu des discussions préliminaires avec Reeves au sujet de la direction de DeSade, mais Reeves n’a même pas vu de scénario. Gordon Hessler, qui a pris la direction de The Oblong Box de Reeves,

Cependant, Murray a raison sur un point: Matheson pensait qu'Implosion et DeSade étaient deux de ses meilleurs scripts. Quand j'ai parlé à Matheson, il m'a dit cela avec force. Il estimait que DeSade avait été détruit par Cy Enfield, qui était apparemment malade et / ou qui avait des problèmes mentaux lorsqu'il dirigeait la photo. Matheson a également déclaré que Jim Nicholson, responsable de l'AIP, lui avait dit après le tournage que John Huston avait déclaré à Nicholson: "Pourquoi ne m'avez-vous pas demandé de le diriger, j'aurais été ravi de le faire."

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Post par Harvey Chartrand » Sam 19 avril 2003 8h08

Todd,

j’ai vérifié deux fois et Murray a effectivement écrit que "Implosion" était le script original de "De Sade", avant que Deke Heyward de AIP et d’autres ne l’aient ruiné.

Le compositeur Paul Ferris (qui a écrit la partition pour "Witchfinder General") dit que Michael Reeves a trouvé le script "Implosion" trop dérangeant pour être travaillé. À la fin de 68 ans, Reeves était un cas de panique - un maniaco-dépressif au cycle bas, abusant de la pilule et de l'alcool et supportant les effets secondaires désagréables des traitements de choc (y compris un terrible bégaiement). Donc, Reeves n'était évidemment pas en état de travailler, sa carrière étant au rendez-vous.

Peut-être que Welles était intéressé par le tournage de "Implosion" et non de "De Sade". Welles était au courant du travail de Matheson, recommandant plus tard "Je suis une légende"

Avez-vous interviewé Richard Matheson pour un magazine de film? Si oui, lequel? Le script "Implosion" a-t-il déjà été publié? Sinon, est-il prévu de le publier sous forme de livre (avec le script original de Matheson pour "De Sade")?

Poster par ToddBaesen » Sun 20 avril 2003 23h28

Harvey,

c'est drôle, tu devrais mentionner que Welles était intéressé par I AM LEGEND, parce que j'ai aussi interrogé Richard Matheson à propos de cette histoire. Apparemment, c’est un autre faux compte-rendu, car dans le journal de Charlton Heston, il dit vouloir travailler avec Welles sur une autre histoire, EARTH ABIDES, après avoir terminé TOUCH OF EVIL, ce qui est probablement le début de l'histoire que Welles a voulu est-ce que je suis une légende? Voici ce que Matheson avait à dire:

TODD ​​BAESEN: J'ai entendu parler d'une histoire à propos de I AM LEGEND, bien que je ne sache pas si c'est vrai ou non. Apparemment, Orson Welles a aimé I AM LEGEND et a suggéré à Charlton Heston de le lire pendant qu'ils travaillaient tous les deux sur TOUCH OF EVIL en 1957. Alors Heston a lu I AM LEGEND, l'a aimé et a voulu le faire avec Welles. Bien sûr, Heston a fini par en faire le THE OMEGA MAN, sans la direction de Welles.

RICHARD MATHESON: (riant) Je me demande si Heston a réalisé qu'il était en train de faire mon livre quand il a créé THE OMEGA MAN? S'il a aimé le livre, il n'en a certainement pas laissé beaucoup.

TODD ​​BAESEN: Alors Welles a-t-il jamais montré un quelconque intérêt à faire de I AM LEGEND?

RICHARD MATHESON: Non, pas pour moi. J'ai rencontré Welles alors qu'ils réalisaient TOUCH OF EVIL. Il était chez Universal, observant la version grossière de THE SHRINKING MAN, et les films TOUCH OF EVIL et THE SHRINKING MAN ont été produits par Albert Zugsmith. Welles a même fait la voix pour les remorques de THE SHRINKING MAN. J'entends des histoires comme ça tout le temps, cependant. Jim Nicholson m'a dit que, quand AIP réalisait DeSADE, John Huston, qui jouait dans le film, a déclaré: "Pourquoi ne m'avez-vous pas demandé de le diriger? J'aurais été heureux de le faire." Eh bien, cela a fait ma journée, après avoir été fait si bizarrement. Au début, j'ai été ravi d'apprendre que Cy Enfield allait diriger DeSADE, car je pense que ZULU est l'une des meilleures images d'action jamais réalisées. Mais d'après ce que m'a dit Roger Corman, AIP ne savait pas vraiment ce qui se passait là-bas en Allemagne. Roger a donc dû aller là-bas, combler les lacunes et présenter quelques scènes d’orgie. Je me souviens de ma rencontre avec l'éditeur, qui travaillait sur THE BLUE MAX, et il m'a dit qu'il n'y avait que les trois quarts d'un film!

Poster par Wellesnet » Mar 3 avril 2018 21h39

"De Sade" est maintenant sur Youtube (bien qu'en qualité visuelle plutôt médiocre):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ENoubrq_Pw

Lili Palmer est également dans le film, mais je ne sais pas si elle et John Huston a des scènes ensemble comme dans "The Other Side of the Wind".

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