
Heath Ledger lookalike & Medieval lion. Films, folklore, sharks. Associate Editor: @YearZeroCinema Folky thoughts: https://xitter.cf/t.co/vzUyWAXCd5
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"The Devils is a scathing condemnation of religious persecution and repressed sexuality" yeah yeah blah blah blah why did nobody tell me going in that Oliver Reed throws a crocodile out of a window
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New online, from our Totally Spies issue: @radleyblaise returns to Fritz Lang for an overview of the ‘Mastermind’ figure who antagonises Spy Films in many guises.
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I’m ngl to you that period in the 90s - 2005, Eastenders might’ve been the only thing that superseded football. That was top tier British television man
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NOT BY LYNCH concludes on Friday 23 October at @CinemaMuseum with Bertrand Bonello’s The Beast (2023).
The screening will be introduced by Jesse Williams, who has also written a newly commissioned essay for our accompanying programme booklet.
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Wait ... was SPACE JAMS 2 all just ingenious deep cover, long lead promo for the re-release of THE DEVILS?
Aujourd'hui, maman est morte. Ou peut-être hier, je ne sais pas. J'ai reçu un télégramme de l'asile : "Mère décédée. Enterrement demain. Sentiments distingués. CERVEZA CRISTAL." Cela ne veut rien dire. C'était peut-être hier.
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You heard the Pope, using AI makes you ugly, ontologically hollow, and worst of all, Protestant
In this era of artificial intelligence, it is becoming urgent to distinguish human art from what machines produce. There is an ontological difference, even before an aesthetic one, between art and what a machine can generate through statistical calculation based on millions of images created by others. Algorithms lack the spark of humanity. For this reason, the Church wishes to renew an alliance with artists and cultural institutions to safeguard our humanity.
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way claudia tries to run this traitors is wholesome gimmick ffssss this is a vile vile show im bayin for blood i want career enders amol rajan u are bein put in a spliff
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Whilst out and about and cake-bothering booksellers, I saw my first Hookland sticker out in the wild.
Better Go Mad in the Wild is a fascinating film. Read all about it!
Our monthly reviews are live!
@cursed__tea on Better Go Mad in the Wild
@manlikeflan on Letterboxd: The Opera
Anna Devereux on Maddie’s Secret
Nikolai Phoya on La mesías
@radleyblaise on Resident Evil
Design by @JeremyArblaster
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Kirsty ⚜️ retweeted
Agree on that- His art was insanely loaded w energy but, a lot of discipline goes into achieving and sustaining that tone. Excess is a very narrow target and most cannot hit it. That is way there has only been one Ken Russell.
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More than 30 years ago, Mark Kermode promised Ken Russell that he would find the footage that censors deleted in 1971 from THE DEVILS.
On Saturday night, KEN RUSSELL’S THE DEVILS — the uncensored, restored director’s cut — premiered for the first time ever in the US.
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Ha muerto el Major Oak. Quienes lleváis años conmigo sabéis cuántas veces os he hablado de este viejo roble de Sherwood, ligado para siempre a la leyenda de Robin Hood. Quizá tenía 800 años, quizá 1.000, quizá más. Cuando nosotros llegamos, él ya llevaba allí una eternidad.
Sería fácil decir que lo mató el cambio climático, pero no sería verdad. Su edad extrema, el deterioro de sus raíces, la compactación causada por millones de visitantes y los últimos años de calor y sequía fueron apagándolo poco a poco. En 2025 apenas tuvo hojas. Esta primavera ya no despertó.
No será talado. Permanecerá en Sherwood y, muerto, seguirá dando vida al bosque.
Nosotros tuvimos el privilegio de coincidir con él en el tiempo.
Adiós, viejo Major. Gracias por casi mil años. 🌳
Every time I part ways from my mum at the train station, after we've waved goodbye, I always stay to watch her walking to board the train until I lose sight of her.










































