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thequeereview · 1 year

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Film Review: All the Beauty & the Bloodshed ★★★★★

Oscar and Pulitzer Prize-winning documentary filmmaker Laura Poitras’ exceptional All the Beauty and the Bloodshed—which was Queer Lion-nominated and won the Golden Lion for best film at Venice—weaves a compelling dual narrative that shifts between an unflinchingly personal portrait of photographer Nan Goldin’s life and career, and a focus on her recent campaign to hold those culpable for the…

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teamnefarious · 1 year

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'All The Beauty And The Bloodshed' Is The Most Powerful Documentary Of The Year

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'All The Beauty And The Bloodshed' is the most powerful documentary to come out this year so far.

Incredible, powerful filmmaking from start tp finish. This one tells the story of the opiod crisis in America but from a different perspective than what we're used to.

We follow Nan Goldin as she takes her crew to different museums and court cases to fight the Sackler family for their role in the opiod crisis. The Sackler family founded Purdue Pharma and they invented Oxycontin and lied to doctors and patients about how addictive it truly was.

There is a lot of back story into Nan Goldin's life from the beginning until they were able to take down the biggest facilitator of the opiod epidemic in America.

The crew staged demonstrations in museums to bring awareness as the Sackler family name was everywhere. These museums eventually took down the Sackler family's name and stopped accepting donations and it's one of the only wins for the people fighting this as Purdue faced very minimal repercussions for what they did.

This was powerful and sad and intense and intentional and needs to be seen for many to open their eyes to what is happening in this crisis.

#all the beauty and the bloodshed #oscars #oscar nominations #documentary #neon #movie #movies #films #film #podcast #youtube #spotify #review #reviews

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joelsgreys · 7 months

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do you have any joel miller fic recs?

so i only just started having time to really read now that my schedule has opened up slightly, i want to make a fic rec list once i get semi caught up but most recent fics that I have read can be found under the tag vee’s recs (they aren’t all just Joel tho) and I also have a few of them on my list which you can find under tbr shelf

but until I can get a proper post going, here are some fics that i have enjoyed in the past and that live rent free in my brain

Soft & Sweet, Neon Moon, and Burlesque by @cavillscurls (all her work is great though so go snoop that masterlist)

Ghost of You by @thetriumphantpanda (also has a ton of great work, once again, go snoop that masterlist)

In My Hometown by @swiftispunk (if i remember correctly a little bird aka han teased on she might be working on something related to this universe so it’s been on my mind)

Honeyed by @softlyspector (I need to catch up on all parts, but the first one had me head over heels)

bloodshed, crimson clover by @morning-star-joy (this was an amazing story, you’ll blow through all 12.1k so fast you’ll be like wait it’s over?!)

one more cup of coffee by @cupofjoel (also a masterlist worth snooping tbh this piece is so beautiful and if your favorite color isn’t brown, it will be after you read this)

Seams by @fuckyeahdindjarin (this series can cheer you up no matter what, i am willing to bet my life on that)

June by @atinylittlepain (i advise that you read this with a box of tissues in hand)

so these are just a few of the fics that i have read before and think about often, again, i want to make an effort into making either a fic rec post or doing some kind of weekly or monthly recap like so many of my mutuals do, so hopefully i can figure that out soon. 🤍

#vee’s recs #fic recs #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction

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vecnawrites · 8 months

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Patreon Reward: A Pure Support Group, Chapter 11: Neo

Another meeting, this time with Neo needing to speak her piece...

It was the newest meeting of FABJA, and tonight was led by Lian Ren, with Nora Valkyrie being her second. Pyrrha had been meaning to come and be Lian’s second for the night, but when she and Joan had been watching a movie earlier, Joan had fallen asleep, her head on the redhead’s chest. Pyrrha had been not only unable, but unwilling to make Joan move, even as the other blonde’s hand crept up and rested on the breast she wasn’t letting her head lay against.

While the tent that she pitched was highly embarrassing, as was Joan grabbing her breast, at the very least Joan wasn’t groping her lower regions in her sleep before they left. It had happened before and the mess had been...well. Let’s just say all three futa members of JNPR had to replace their pajamas several times throughout the year.

But that was neither here nor there, as they both sat in the room, looking over the assembled crowd at the moment.

May, Velvet, and Ruby were all talking softly, blushes on their faces as they were obviously talking about last meeting’s subject matter, if the nearby Arslan’s burning red face meant what they thought.

Fiona and Neon were chatting as well (who knew that those two were old friends?) as they waited for the meeting to begin properly, doing their best to stay calm, which was honestly failing, considering their lower garments were bulging outwards.

Other members of FABJA were mingling about as well, though the main reason they were here tonight was surrounded by her own support group.

Neopolitan was sitting curled up in her seat, the act of hugging her legs making her look far more vulnerable than she had ever seemed outside, with Cinder, Emerald, and the Malachite Twins sitting around her, each of them talking to her quietly, the sounds lost in the din of conversation.

Clearing her throat, Lian looked over the room as they quieted down. “Hello, everyone, and welcome to another meeting of FABJA.” she began, seeing the expectant looks from those around her. “Today we have another person who needs to share what happened to them. Remember, there is no mocking anyone for their embarrassments, understood?” she warned, knowing that a few people in the room thought the girl haughty, especially Nora.

Then again, her partner had never forgiven the mute girl for the sex toy incident...or the punishment both had gotten from Goodwitch after said incident was over.

“The person who needs to speak tonight is Neo. Neo? At your leisure, please.”

A slight mechanical whine spilled from Neo’s hypervoice as she sighed, looking up, her mismatched pink and brown eyes glazed over before they sharpened as she was pulled out of her memories.

“<Hah...it...it was during the Halloween Movie Marathon that the Beacon Theater offered…>” she said through her hypervoice, her tone slightly shaky, even through the prosthetic.

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“This is going to be so much fun, Neo! I know you like horror movies, so I thought this could be fun!” Neo couldn’t help but smile at how energetic Joan was, the bubbly girl practically bouncing on her feet, which did...enticing...things to her chest.

Neo shook herself. She needed to stay calm. This was one of the few times she was sure to have time alone with the blonde beauty, and she wasn’t going to let her hormones ruin it for her.

“<Thank you for the invitation, Joan. I hardly ever get invited to go to the movies.>” which was a pretty sad truth. Due to being a mute, it had always been hard for Neo to connect with others, and never mind the fact that most people didn’t like the same movies she did...which she thought rather sad. After all, most people tended to cringe at seeing visceral horror and bloodshed, and those that didn’t, were Hunters and it rated a ‘meh’.

But Neo found an enjoyment among them, if only because the ‘pint-sized terror’ (as her adopted father Roman referred to her as) enjoyed mocking the cliches and outdoing the carnage against Grimm targets or training bots...though she would admit that it wasn’t the same without blood.

But that was neither here nor there. Flashing their student ID’s, Neo made her way with the bubbly blonde to the concession counter, both getting popcorn and their chosen drinks (for her it was a cherry soda, and she noticed that Joan got a normal cola) and headed to their chosen theater.

As they entered, they noticed that while there were some students, the back seats (“The best seats!” Joan proclaimed) were completely empty and with a happy sound, Joan grabbed Neo’s hand and pulled her over to them.

Settling into the seats, Neo could admit that Beacon really did do right by its students, and this certainly beat having to scrounge for entertainment!

Settling in, Neo couldn’t wait to see what movies were picked for the night.

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Emerald groaned, putting her head in her hands. “You poor, poor bitch…” she groaned, knowing exactly what happened, getting a flustered look from Neo, who waved her hands wildly, an almost unheard of expression from the normally sure of herself member of their team. “You were doomed before you knew it…”

Before Lian could say anything, Neo nodded, continuing. “<Yeah, I learned that the hard way...damn it.>” she huffed as Yang snickered at the inadvertent pun she made. “<I failed to think of the fact that she’s jumpy…>”

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Neo was enthralled by the movie on screen; it was an older one, a more classic one, but that didn’t mean that it was less impressive than the newer movies. Actually, considering it was a classic, it captured her attention better than the ones that only relied on excessive blood and gore.

These had story building in them.

However, she had failed to realize that Joan could get jumpy this these movies (surprising, since she had seen the girl fight an Alpha Ursa in the Emerald Forest without a lick of fear on her face)...at least, until the blonde literally jumped out of her seat with a squeak and landed onto her lap, her bubbly rear pressing down onto her.

Neo released a sharp breath, her pupils shrinking as she felt the bubbly swell rub against her groin, her cock, which had been calming, surging with arousal from the feeling of a curvy woman, and the sweet smell of her skin.

Neo’s teeth sank into her lower lip as she tried to desperately keep her cock from bulging out and poking Joan in the rear. That was not how she wished to let her crush know that she liked her!

It was going to be awkward enough telling her eventually that she had sex with her porn star aunt!

Even worse, she was helpless to let Joan know what was happening to her, since her Hypervoice was off, and her head was shoved into the girl’s chest, leaving only her eyes (now glowing bright) looking at the screen as the killer stalked their next victim.

As they pinned them down and began to stab, Joan jerked as though she was the one being stabbed, physically each and every time.

...and considering her cock was harder than the shaft of Hush at the moment, perhaps that was a bad analogy?

Every shift on her lap was torture, Neo feeling precum leaking out into the fabric of her underwear, over her balls, as the beautiful blonde bounced on her lap in fright.

Bounce! Neo gasped as Joan rocked her rear against the bulge in her pants without knowing what she was doing.

Bounce! Her face was pulled down further into Joan’s chest, her nose in the girls cleavage, the only thing she was capable of smelling being the sweetness of the girl’s skin.

Bounce! Her balls churned angrily, loudly enough that she swore it was a miracle that no one heard it over the sounds of the movie in front of them.

BOUNCE! Neo’s eyes closed as she lost her battle with her orgasm, shuddering hard as cum sprayed into her pants, soaking them and covering her cock, balls, and inner thighs with the thick warmth vacating her balls.

Her shuddering was pronounced enough that Joan noticed and hugged her all the tighter, whispering into her ear, “It’s okay, I’m scared too!” wiggling closer as and only making her cum harder.

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“<The only way that I managed to maintain any dignity is spilling my drink over my lap when Joan finally got off of my lap...but I’m still pretty sure everyone but Joan knew...>” Neo groaned, burying her face into her hands.

Cinder huffed. “They probably did…” she muttered, shaking her head sadly, knowing the embarrassment that her teammate must have felt. Though that statement was probably better off not being made, as Neo only curled up more.

Lian sighed, knowing exactly what the girl felt, as did Nora and Pyrrha. “...thank you for sharing with us, Neo.” she said softly, “Let us end the meeting and head to bed, it’s getting late for us all.”

Shuffling filled the room as members of the support group shuffled out, some walking straighter than others, the support group separating until their next needed meeting...

#Patreon Reward #Neopolitan #Joan Arc #A Pure Support Group

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bunwithantlers · 9 months

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"That's how towns die. Not with a bang, but with whispers and whimpers."

One thing that I've always appreciated about Cyberpunk 2077's world is the stark contrast between Night City and the surrounding wasteland. From minute one of this game, you're being thrust into this world of bright colours, neon and chaos, everything is violent in a loud and bright way, with gunshots and techno music and screams. It's beautiful, in its own way, and it draws you in, because it's fun.

And then you leave the city for the first time, and it's like the whole environment suddenly comes to a screeching halt. All the neon is replaced with greys and beiges, there are no bright screaming advertisements anymore, only the wide open sky, the windmills - and the corpses of towns. And you learn that there's a whole different kind of violence in this world. It made me realize why so many people stay in Night City, why it's like a glue trap for its inhabitants. There's just nothing out there for them, no perspective, nowhere to run. At least in Night City, there's the idea of hope, sold shrink wrapped in vending machines. Out here, there's nothing. Night City is violent bloodshed, but the Badlands are violent resignation. I don't know which is worse.

#cyberpunk 2077 #night city #blah blah blah night city is capitalism and capitalism is a parasite on the world #you get what i'm saying #oc: viper

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amendehonorable · 4 months

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* ◟ : 〔 riz ahmed , non binary + any pronouns 〕 TAJ KHAN , some say you’re a FORTY YEAR OLD lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both HEADSTRONG and OVERZEALOUS, one can’t help but think of DUMBEST GIRL ALIVE by 100 GECS when you walk by. are you still THE LOCUST at NEON PARIAHS, even with your reputation as the WRETCH? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and old books on meditation, dog eared and coffee stained; buzzed hair bleached blond with peroxide; a foreboding cheshire grin, blood sneaking from their gums, although we can’t help but think of CHIP (68 kill), MIA (talk to me), BRIGITTE FITZGERALD (ginger snaps) whenever we see you down these rainy streets. TW: allusions to alcoholism

taj khan plays the part of THE LOCUST. a biblical plague, a sign of pestilence, bringer of famine and unrest. it begins its life as a solitary creature—the grasshopper. orphaned at age twelve, taj had grown all too familiar with that concept. their adolescence blurs together into a shapeless mass that can only be described as cold, rugged survival; characterized by sleepless nights warmed only by the bottle and run-ins with bad men hardened by the world around them. the grasshopper had to grow up quickly to come to terms with one simple fact: there was nothing left for them there. all that remained was homes abandoned and frozen in time, wildlife reclaiming all signs of human resilience, a wide expanse of land like a scar in the shape of what the world used to be. what taj had spent their entire life aching for.

the grasshopper molts five times, shedding old skin weekly until one day, wings emerge. flight extends the creature’s reach across miles of land, across seas, across cityscapes, but it cannot do this without undergoing a specific and unique chemical change. this change began when taj stepped into new york city for the first time. bustling and bright, big but at the same time, so small. they knew nobody, hell, they were nobody. they walked around the crowds with the energy of a man with a target painted on their back. to make a living and support themself in this new world they found themselves in, they forged information that would convince the city’s government that they were local. taj took up dozens of different odd jobs, everything from digging graves to cleaning apartments, just to afford housing and a bite to eat. housing that they were once able to build, food they were once able to hunt. this neon city that they once imagined to be salvation turned into something more akin to damnation. the grasshopper slowly became resentful, not of their fellow citizens, but of the pigs that exist at the top of the totem pole. while they knew they hadn’t been the only one to find flaws in the nation's dogma, outwardly admitting to their allegiances (and lack thereof) was a risky act. but there was something funny about folks from behind the walls—they had a bad habit of bumping into each other.

it was among this group of outsiders that this grasshopper underwent their final transformation into that big, dark, swarming thing we call a locust when the other wastelanders took them under their wing. they informed taj of the ghouls in the business of replacing flesh and blood with wires and silicone, of the bloodsuckers that make those pretty little pills, of the gangs that infest the streets with crime and bloodshed. it lit a fire inside of them that refused to be extinguished. the life they knew before coming to the city wasn’t perfect either; the world they were raised in was completely lawless, access to medicine was severely limited, and disease and famine ravaged what remains of once thriving communities. despite this, humanity continued to persist. little enclaves of survivors gave evidence to the theory that survival was a numbers game. these groups nursed their sick and nurtured their young, life was simple and bloody but god was it beautiful. the grasshopper the locust believes that maybe, with the right amount of elbow grease, new york will free itself from the false notion of rugged individualism. the sun will rise above neon signs and ever growing superstructures and cradle us in its hands once more but before the night is over, ichor from this modern pantheon of false gods demands to be spilled. it wouldn’t be the first time taj would curl their fingers around the handle of a knife. the leader of the neon pariahs demands patience in execution, a slow and silent death. yet, as time passes and the economic divide continues to expand exponentially, they can’t help but feel that lack of action will one day be the group’s downfall. they bite their tongue, they stay in their place, but every second spent not preparing for all out war is another life lost to overwork, to experimentation, to innovation at the cost of everything that makes us human. the locust is hungry for battle and despite how hard it may try, it cannot strip cities bare by its lonesome—it takes an army to turn the world onto its head.

#lawlessintro #* TAJ K / intro !#alcoholism tw #ur favorite neighborhood commie. hes gonna quote marx at you

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austerulous · 1 year

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◈ @tlacehualli // cont.

Sombra was electric. Next to the desert bloom of fuchsia and ultraviolet, even cobalt blue, siren red and acidic shades of yellow paled. Odessa’s cherry irises were pulled to her, time and again. First when she applied her bright war-paint, again when she denounced the devil in their moonshine, and now that they were in the thick crush of the mosh pit.

It was all distraction, the briefest of respites. For the queen, and for her subjects. Close threadbare curtains, block out thick columns of pyre smoke. Forget the incurably sick with radiation, vomiting viscera in understaffed subterranean wards. Music filled the head, filled the empty spaces in the heart, leaving room for nothing else. There was only the crowd moving in tribal unison, a mass made into a writhing, many-headed monster. Short-lived, too – as they all would prove to be.

Showered harmlessly by angle-grinder sparks, Odessa dissociated in the crackle of speakers, in the shifting patterns of neon lights. Liquor burned a hole in her gut, drowning out the ghosts she carried with her always. This was the domain of the living, it left no room for the dead. The Australian government and the world at large had forsaken them, turned a blind eye to the poison and bloodshed at its irradiated heart – but Odessa would never abandon her post, her people. The Junker Queen moved among the denizens, drank with them, moshed with them. Bled and laughed and screamed and grieved with them.

Sombra was not one of her subjects, but for her Odessa was prepared to make a shield from the meat of her body, to protect from the waves of inebriated Junkers. There was no need. Her vibrant, enigmatic guest was agile, her reflexes undimmed by the booze.

Music eventually folded under its own weight, swallowed by silence save for the murmur of the crowd and its drunken revelry. Static thrummed, the familiar high-pitched whine of tinnitus droning on in Odessa’s ears. Her voice was hoarse, bruises mottled the acres of exposed, sun-struck skin. They evacuated together in the tide of tired, dusty, sweat-shining bodies that leaked from the arena.

Carry me. For a moment, it seemed like Sombra was already there. All lilac and magenta. Modified, featherlight, feminine. Perfumed with a scent akin to flowers that no longer grew. Open arms folded to find it had been a command made in jest. Typical. Any time Odessa imagined Sombra, she was always walking away, always just out of her reach. Dull disappointment was diluted by a flood of incredulousness.

“Fuck off – you’re forty-three?”

Perhaps the secret to a baby face lay in the creams and elixirs Sombra swore by like a snake oil salesman. Odessa snorted at the thought.

“No cryin’ for bed then. Clearly you don’t need your beauty sleep.”

Stairs constructed from steel grating creaked beneath their boots as they peeled away from the masses, staggering along desolate stretches of echoing corridors. Where most of the merrymakers would retire to the rusting lean-to houses in the shanty town, they were destined for the familiar sprawl of the royal quarters, tucked away in a lacklustre and windowless wing of the Omnium.

#‘ (when the kid at the liquor store told her 'this will put hair on your chest' it had sounded like a threat and it tasted like it too) ’#this is a FANTASTIC line #i hope this works i realise i didn't move them on very far agfdgfd #◈ — ic; odessa #tlacehualli

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corndoggod · 10 days

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May Day

Earlier this week I had one of those “goddamn I love this city” days. It was May Day and I was in the office for the first time since Dad passed. It was good to see some familiar faces and a reminder that work can be more than just toiling in front of a screen; there’s people and unlimited seltzer and cheez-its too.

Commuting into Manhattan feels at once powerful and subversive. Powerful because its the city and we work on the unlucky 13th floor with an expansive view of lower Manhattan and a shotgun view of the glassy superscrapers in Hudson Yards. Subversive because I commute on bike, racing up Washington down to the Navy Yard and over the Manhattan bridge onto Broome all the way to Soho and then up the service elevator via an anonymous doorway on Spring. Flying and sweating beats coffee any day.

When I clocked off, I saw the Palestine protestors marching up 6th Ave. I made plans to meet C at Foley Square for a protest and pedaled toward the tip of Manhattan even though this passing crowd had to be it. Sure enough Foley Square was just about empty. There were a couple of city clerks zombieing around and a few NYPD holding their belts fast. More interesting was the caracass of the media circus surrounding Trump’s criminal trial. Crowd control gates lined the streets around the imperial Manhattan courthouse, with its wide imposing columns standing erect to uphold the law. At the foot of the steps, still more gates corralled field correspondents and their camera crews with the names of major networks taped in neon on the ground in a child’s chicken scratch. They reminded me of livestock organized for slaughter.

Power was so concentrated in this moment I could almost taste History, and here I was gliding through it like a duck with no compass.

I checked my phone and C had already texted me: “They’re headed toward your office. Follow @peoplesforumnyc for updates on their location.” So I wheeled back around knowing exactly where I’d go, ignoring traffic cops and weaving through impatient cars sleeping on their horns (Ah, the symphony of a disrupted city). I beelined to a little magazine shop on Spring where I bought a tallboy and watched the procession still parading up 6th. I told C it must be at least a thousand deep and to get off at West 4th and then cracked open my Wave Chaser to head that way myself. The aluminum can was sleeved in a royal purple that matched the colorway of my aluminum bike, which made me feel extra slick as I wormed my way through standstill steel on a street parallel to the protest, sipping at my beer, lapping up the sun and smiling through the tight, loud, angry passageways.

I caught up with the head of the protest at Washington Square Park. Up front was a legion of Hasids followed by students, workers and hundreds of New Yorkers in all their beauty out to decry the bloodshed overseas and the extraordinary step of university administrators calling in NYPD to break up campus protests at Columbia and CUNY’s City College-New York further north. Israel had bombed all the universities in Gaza and now New York’s universities were raw nerves. After riot police were called onto campus with what looked like military-grade equipment, I anticipated an escalation tonight at NYU, where the last encampment remained standing.

I remained on the fringe until C got there, preferring observing to chanting. I chatted with a fellow biker and took long pulls from my paper bag, trying to flush it all down before C arrived. “Find me by the dump truck,” I told her and moments later there she was. “You taste like beer,” she said.

She’d spent the last three nights away in Jersey visiting family and then working in Princeton where she had a job limewashing the house of some CHIP VP. She insisted we must visit Princeton and I was all for it. I loved college campuses, especially rich ones slathered in Ivy, brick and corduroys and I could go hunting for John McPhee, a demigod in my monkey mind. If I could, I’d straddle media and the wild, with one foot in Midtown and the other on Mt. McKinley. But as it were I’m just as likely to flatline somewhere in the Heartland.

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Per la categoria #MigliorDocumentario abbiamo quest’anno una sfida particolarmente interessante: da un lato il doc politico #Navalny (Warner Bros / CNN Films / HBO Max) che ha conquistato la sua leadership dopo aver vinto 2 precursori come il Producers Guild Award e il BAFTA e dall’altro il meraviglioso doc di Laura Portrait, vincitore del Leone d’oro all’ultimo Festival di Venezia, #AlltheBeautyandthebloodshed, (NEON) che ha invece vinto numerosi premi assegnati dai critici americani tra cui i 3 chiave (NYFCC, LAFCA, NSFC) ma che però ha mancato una candidatura importante ai PGA Awards. Ad inseguirli c’è l’apprezzato e suggestivo doc Fire of Love (NatGeo/NEON), dato favorito per tutta l'Awards Season potendo vantare su numerosi premi settoriali: da quelli conquistati agli International Documentary Awards (IDA) a quelli ottenuti ai Cinema Eye Honors Awards assegnati alla saggistica cinematografica. (LINK NELLA STORIA) NOMINATION OSCAR 2023 Best Documentary Feature Film -“All That Breathes” -“All the Beauty and the Bloodshed” -“Fire of Love” -“A House Made of Splinters” -“Navalny” #AwardsSeason #AwardsRace #OscarsRace #RoadtotheOscar #Movies #AwardsRace #BestDocumentary #Oscars2023 #OscarsPredictions #FinalPredictions #StagionedeiPremi #Oscar2023 #PrevisioniOscar https://www.instagram.com/p/CpXMFIZMFnU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#migliordocumentario #navalny #allthebeautyandthebloodshed #awardsseason #awardsrace #oscarsrace #roadtotheoscar #movies #bestdocumentary #oscars2023 #oscarspredictions #finalpredictions #stagionedeipremi #oscar2023 #previsionioscar

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thequeereview · 1 year

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LGBTQ Critics announce winners of 14th Dorian Film Awards - Everything Everywhere All at Once named Film of the Year

GALECA: The Society of LGBTQ Entertainment Critics has just revealed the winners of its 14th Dorian Film Awards, with Dan Kwan and Daniel Scheinert’s breathtaking Everything Everywhere All at Once named both Film of the Year and LGBTQ Film of the Year. Distributed by A24, the genre-defying movie which features a touching storyline between a mother (Michelle Yeoh) and her queer daughter (Stephanie…

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#14th dorina film awards winners #a24 everything everywhere all at once dorian awards #All The Beauty And The Bloodshed #all the beauty and the bloodshed neon #all the beauty and the bloodshed tiff 2022 #best animated film dorian awards marcel the shell wth shoes on #charlotte wells afetrsun unsung film of the year doiran award winner #Daniel Kwan and Daniel Scheinert win best director and best screenplay doiran film awards 2023 #documentary of the year dorian award winner all the beauty and the bloodhed #doiran awards everything everywhere all at once #doiran awards stephanie hsu wins rising star award from the society of lgbtq entertainemtn critics #doiran film awards campiest flick of the year pearl #Dorian award winners #Dorian Awards #dorian awards film of the year everything everywhere all at once #Dorian Film Awards #dorian film awards 2023 winners #dorian film awards winners announced #Dorians awards 2023 #Everything Everywhere All At Once #everything everywhere all at once best lgbtq films 2022 #GALECA #Galeca award winners #galeca dorian award winners 2023 #galeca Dorian Awards #Galeca Dorian Film Awrads #Galeca film award winners #GALECA The Society of LGBTQ Entertainment Critics #GALECA: The Society of LGBTQ Entertainment Critics #gay

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smokeflix · 1 year

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What should win. What will win.

Best Picture

“All Quiet on the Western Front” (Netflix) A Netflix/Amusement Park Film in co-production with Gunpowder Films in association with Sliding Down Rainbows Entertainment/Anima Pictures Production Malte Grunert, Producer

“Avatar: The Way of Water” (Walt Disney) A 20th Century Studios Production James Cameron and Jon Landau, Producers

“The Banshees of Inisherin” (Searchlight) A Blueprint Pictures/Film4/TSG Entertainment Production Graham Broadbent, Pete Czernin and Martin McDonagh, Producers

“Elvis” (Warner Bros.) A Bazmark Production Baz Luhrmann, Catherine Martin, Gail Berman, Patrick McCormick and Schuyler Weiss, Producers

“Everything Everywhere All at Once” (A24) A Hot Dog Hands Production Daniel Kwan, Daniel Scheinert and Jonathan Wang, Producers

“The Fabelmans” (Universal/Amblin Partners) An Amblin Partners Production Kristie Macosko Krieger, Steven Spielberg and Tony Kushner, Producers

“Tár” (Focus Features) A Standard Film Company/EMJAG Production Todd Field, Alexandra Milchan and Scott Lambert, Producers

“Top Gun: Maverick” (Paramount) A Paramount Pictures/Skydance/Jerry Bruckheimer Films Production Tom Cruise, Christopher McQuarrie, David Ellison and Jerry Bruckheimer, Producers

“Triangle of Sadness” (Neon) A Plattform Production Erik Hemmendorff and Philippe Bober, Producers

“Women Talking” (Orion Pictures/United Artists Releasing) A Plan B Entertainment / hear/say Production Dede Gardner, Jeremy Kleiner and Frances McDormand, Producers

Actor in a Leading Role

Austin Butler in “Elvis” (Warner Bros.)

Colin Farrell in “The Banshees of Inisherin” (Searchlight)

Brendan Fraser in “The Whale” (A24)

Paul Mescal in “Aftersun” (A24)

Bill Nighy in “Living” (Sony Pictures Classics)

Actress in a Leading Role

Cate Blanchett in “Tár” (Focus Features)

Ana de Armas in “Blonde” (Netflix)

Andrea Riseborough in “To Leslie” (Momentum Pictures)

Michelle Williams in “The Fabelmans” (Universal/Amblin Partners)

Michelle Yeoh in “Everything Everywhere All at Once” (A24)

Directing

Martin McDonagh “The Banshees of Inisherin” (Searchlight)

Daniel Kwan & Daniel Scheinert “Everything Everywhere All at Once” (A24)

Steven Spielberg “The Fabelmans” (Universal/Amblin Partners)

Todd Field “Tár” (Focus Features)

Ruben Östlund “Triangle of Sadness” (Neon)

Actor in a Supporting Role

Brendan Gleeson in “The Banshees of Inisherin” (Searchlight)

Brian Tyree Henry in “Causeway” (Apple)

Judd Hirsch in “The Fabelmans” (Universal/Amblin Partners)

Barry Keoghan in “The Banshees of Inisherin” (Searchlight)

Ke Huy Quan in “Everything Everywhere All at Once” (A24)

Actress in a Supporting Role

Angela Bassett in “Black Panther: Wakanda Forever” (Walt Disney)

Hong Chau in “The Whale” (A24)

Kerry Condon in “The Banshees of Inisherin” (Searchlight)

Jamie Lee Curtis in “Everything Everywhere All at Once” (A24)

Stephanie Hsu in “Everything Everywhere All at Once” (A24)

Animated Feature Film

Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio Marcel the Shell With Shoes On Puss In Boots The Sea Beast Turning Red

Documentary Feature Film

All That Breathes All The Beauty and the Bloodshed Fire of Love A House Made of Splinters Navalny

International Feature Film

All Quiet on the Western Front Argentina, 1985 Close EO The Quiet Girl

Writing (Adapted Screenplay)

All Quiet on the Western Front Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery Living Top Gun: Maverick Women Talking

Writing (Original Screenplay)

The Banshees of Inisherin Everything Everywhere All at Once The Fabelmans Tár Triangle of Sadness

Cinematography

All Quiet on the Western Front Bardo Elvis Empire of Light Tár

Film Editing

The Banshees of Inisherin Elvis Everything Everywhere All at Once Tár Top Gun: Maverick

Music (Original Score)

All Quiet on the Western Front Babylon The Banshees of Inisherin Everything Everywhere All at Once The Fabelmans

Music (Original Song)

“Applause” from “Tell It like a Woman” (Samuel Goldwyn Films) Music and Lyric by Diane Warren

“Hold My Hand” from “Top Gun: Maverick” (Paramount) Music and Lyric by Lady Gaga and BloodPop

“Lift Me Up” from “Black Panther: Wakanda Forever” (Walt Disney) Music by Tems, Rihanna, Ryan Coogler and Ludwig Goransson Lyric by Tems and Ryan Coogler

“Naatu Naatu” from “RRR” (Variance Films/Sarigama Cinemas) Music by M.M. Keeravaani Lyric by Chandrabose

“This Is A Life” from “Everything Everywhere All at Once” (A24) Music by Ryan Lott, David Byrne and Mitski Lyric by Ryan Lott and David Byrne

Production Design

All Quiet on the Western Front Avatar: The Way of Water Babylon Elvis The Fabelmans

Costume Design

Babylon Black Panther: Wakanda Forever Elvis Everything Everywhere All at Once Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris

Makeup and Hairstyling

All Quiet The Batman Black Panther Elvis The Whale

Live Action Short Film

An Irish Goodbye Ivalu Le Pupille Night Ride The Red Suitcase

Documentary Short Film

The Elephant Whisperers Haulout How Do You Measure a Year Stranger at the Gate

Animated Short Film

The Boy, The Mole, The Fox and the Horse The Flying Sailor Ice Merchants My Year of Dicks An Ostrich Told Me the World is Fake and I Think I Believe It

Sound

All Quiet on the Western Front Avatar: The Way of Water The Batman Elvis Top Gun: Maverick

Visual Effects

All Quiet on the Western Front Avatar: The Way of Water The Batman Black Panther Top Gun: Maverick

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Laura Poitras’ Nan Goldin Doc ‘All The Beauty And The Bloodshed’ Tests Box Office – Specialty Preview

Laura Poitras’ Venice Golden Lion-winner All The Beauty And The Bloodshed opens in three theaters today, testing a crowded specialty market at the IFC Center, Lincoln Center & BAM in NYC. It adds LA and San Francisco (AMC Sunset 5 & AMC Kabuki) Dec. 2. Presented by Neon, this is the story of internationally renowned photographer and activist Nan Goldin told through her slideshows, intimate…

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Official Trailer For ALL THE BEAUTY AND THE BLOODSHED - In Theaters in New York on Nov. 23rd and Los Angeles on Dec. 2nd

Official Trailer For ALL THE BEAUTY AND THE BLOODSHED – In Theaters in New York on Nov. 23rd and Los Angeles on Dec. 2nd

NEON has released this official trailer for All the Beauty and the Bloodshed, directed by Academy Award®-winning filmmaker Laura Poitras, in North American theaters this fall, to be followed by ancillary and digital release. In Theaters in New York on Nov. 23rd and Los Angeles on Dec. 2nd. This film, from Participant, marks NEON’s third collaboration with Poitras. All the Beauty and the…

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‘All the Beauty and the Bloodshed’ Is a Towering Film About the War Against the Sackler Family

Neon Films Art, at its finest, holds the world accountable. That notion is fundamental to the work of Nan Goldin. She is a celebrated photographer whose still snapshots of the fringe communities she inhabited, and whose later protests against the Sackler family and Purdue Pharma, are two sides of the same activist coin. Having found her voice through photography, and then used it to restore the…

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