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filmreveries · 1 year
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“What sick ridiculous puppets we are, and what a gross little stage we dance on.”
Se7en (1995) dir. David Fincher
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emsvertigo · 2 months
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i’m rewatching se7en for the first time in like 2 years and i can’t stop laughing at brad pitt saying:
“just because the fuckers got a library card doesn’t make him… yoda!”
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finchers-ipad · 7 months
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‘David Fincher: Interviews’ Edited by Laurence F. Knapp book highlights!!
I just finished this book and it was SOOO fucking interesting, here are some of my favourite quotes from it :))
-"Because of the horrible Aliens thing, every time I hear the name Fox, it just makes me shrivel. I lose circulation in my hands and feet and I think I'm going to become a quadruple amputee.”
-"I never thought it was scary at all. I turned to the editor and said, 'My God, what have we done? We've totally let people down in the fucking terror department; we need to go shoot some dismembered bodies. Go and see if you can get someone from a morgue and chop 'em up. "
-"Right up to when we finished, I just didn't think it was violent enough. I was like, We've got a movie called Fight Club, we might as well call it Glee Club?”
-"There was absolutely nothing fun about making the movie." He gives the matter a little more thought. "Nope," he finally decides. "Nothing."
-DRE: Is Jared Leto tired of getting the crap beaten out of him in your movies? DF: He's perfect for it, isn't he? If there is any guy you want to see get his face burned off it's him.
- So now I have kids in my daughter's school who go: "Man, I love Fight Club," and you go: "Why are your parents letting you watch that? Don't come near my kid."
-I remember being a little bit, 'Uh-oh’ And Brad's drunk and Edward's drunk and Helena's drunk and they're all like, ‘It's great and we love it' and I'm like, That's fantastic. You did notice that there were six hundred other people there who walked out ready to lynch us?'"
-You know, it's like accountants and lawyers all love The Game, and college students and perverts all like Se7en.
- Empire: You've been developing Heavy Metal and Torso, among other projects. Any idea what you're doing next? Fincher: I'm sleeping for six months! I think I'm whoring myself out to come to fly around Europe and defend my honor, but I don't honestly know.
-Look, people come up to me and say, "You started torture porn." And I say, "Fuck you."
- "So it's about fighting." And they went out and sold ads for this movie on World Wrestling Federation. [audience laughs] I said, "You know, the crowd who go to the WWF are going to be made a little uncomfortable. Certainly the opening weekend, they're going to be like, 'Dude, that was gay."
-"aside from being completely unusable, it's fantastic!" They are close to wrapping the final Swedish stint of the production before flying back to LA, where they'll take the weekend off before the last week of shooting. "That gives me two days of uncontrollable weeping," says Fincher.
-"There's a quote from a film critic that David had enlarged, framed, and hung in his conference room," says Social Network writer Aaron Sorkin. "It calls Fight Club 'amoral and Godless.' I think he'd rather have that quote than a Palme d'Or."
other random things:
- Fincher came up with “ikea boy”
- Brad Pitt riding a segway around Fincher’s office and trying to convince him to join him. this was in an interview for benjamin button, and then years later in an interview for ‘the girl with the dragon tattoo’ the interviewer says there is a segway in Fincher’s office, in this article, he is also described as a ‘Segway-riding gearhead’.
- if i took a shot every time Fincher or Ed Norton compared ‘fight club’ to ‘the graduate’, i would be dead from alcohol poisoning 
- my favourite interview was ‘Forget the First Two Rules of Fight Club’ by Nev Pierce for ‘Total Film’, it was so funny and well written and interviews Fincher, Norton, Pitt and HBC. i think you can find a preview of it online but PLEASE read it if you like fight club because is so fucking good!!!
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scuddish · 2 years
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BRAD PITT as DAVID MILLS SE7EN 1995 | dir. David Fincher
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funnycomputer · 2 years
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it was wrath really though
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ozym4ndi4s · 10 months
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WOOP WOOPPP
Here have this
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shakespearefreak · 3 months
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I asked my therapist last week if she thought being proship was wrong. She didn't know what "proship" and "anti-ship" meant, so I explained. I also told her that I kind of wanted it to be wrong, because it would make navigating the internet easier if I believed it was.
So she thinks a bit, and then goes, "Well, it's kind of like that movie Se7en, right? It's a good movie, but there's a lot of really messed-up stuff in it. Watching it doesn't mean you're actually going to send someone a head in a box, or that the filmmakers support murder."
Reminder that a) this person is a licensed therapist, and b) she had never even heard the term "proshipping" 10 minutes before this. She came to this conclusion totally on her own; I did not mention equating shipping to violence in fiction at all, and she came up with the same argument a lot of proshippers use regularly.
So yeah, I feel kinda validated. It's frustrating in a way, because like I said, part of me hoped she'd say, "Actually, that sounds unhealthy and here's why" and then give me a reason that actually made sense to me so that I was less afraid of being in certain places on the internet and maybe get some friends back. But she didn't. So... yeah.
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twoheadedfilmfan · 3 months
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David Fincher directs Seven (1995)
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finchers-ipad · 7 months
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thought of the day: fincher wearing a t-shirt to the set of se7en that said “it’s my world, your all just in it”
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scuddish · 2 years
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“I didn't say I was different or better. I'm not. Hell, I sympathize; I sympathize completely. Apathy is the solution. I mean, it's easier to lose yourself in drugs than it is to cope with life. It's easier to steal what you want than it is to earn it. It's easier to beat a child than it is to raise it. Hell, love costs: it takes effort and work.”
SE7EN 1995 | dir. David Fincher
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ozym4ndi4s · 10 months
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YAYY
Doodle da Somerset <33
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he is at peace <3333
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jacksprostate · 2 months
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A year in the psych ward, I’ve qualified for group therapy. A choir of lost souls, taking on a form I’m plenty used to. We're all in our circle of chairs as one of the archangels guides us through meditation. The ball of healing light. The cave inside us, with our power animal. It's obvious I’m the only one with any prior experience here.
I told the angel, I know a lot of these. All the settings and tips and tricks. I could run it for a day if she wants a break. She laughed and said I was funny. I’ve been here long enough, I’m like a declawed, defanged tiger. Jumping through hoops.
Whatever the archangel’s saying, I’m taking my leisurely stroll through the palace of seven doors. Behind the blue door, it’s Tyler’s body. Behind the white door, it’s Tyler’s brain leaking out of his skull.
This is, roughly, how meditation has gone for me since they backed off the benzos enough that I can string two thoughts together again.
Behind the green door, it’s Tyler, half buried in the garden at Paper Street. Up to the gills in blood and shit, just like Dave down the hall every other Wednesday.
Behind the red door, it’s Tyler, in a patient’s loose shirt and sweatpants with no ties so no one gets to hang themselves or each other.
It’s Tyler, entering the room and pulling up a chair. It’s Tyler, and his eyes are more dead than when I blew his brains out.
Tyler?
Everyone looks at me. I’m staring at him. Back to life. I’m Job at the end of all his trials.
Tyler?
Tyler. I plead. Desperate. My body unfreezes, starts the race across the room and the angels aren’t there to stop me before I’m grabbing a handful of his thin shirt and slamming my fist into his perfect cheekbone, getting all up in his dead face and saying you bastard, I shot you. You died. You left me. Tyler. Tyler. Tyler!
He looks through me. He’s seeing nothing, feeling nothing, he has never seemed more like a puppet of a hallucination.
Where the fuck have you been? Why are you back now?
Tyler! I shout. Tyler, answer me you piece of shit. Tyler!
And the angels shoot me full of high concentration promethazine, and I wake back up to learn about falsification of memories, and delusional misidentification syndromes, and all these other words that God seems quite excited about.
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