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Finished reading Gay Berlin yesterday yay!

I'm just gonna say, one does not need to time travel there. Or travel to Berlin point. What happened there in the late 19th century-early 1930s is the same that's happening everywhere today. History is a circle, for better or for worse (mostly worse).

And speaking of circles, I never fully read Conrad Veidt's Wikipedia article because some sources seemed iffy. But good to know that, thanks to unpublished correspondence, some of Connie's belongings (cigarette case and lighter) are at the Margaret Herrick Library, plus the notebooks a fan gave to Lili. Hopefully they won't be burned.

Title: Gömd
Rating: General
Fandom: A Woman's Face (1941)
Pairing(s) / Character(s): Anna
Warnings: the most vague mentions of past trauma
Spoilers: not really

Note: For fic_promptly. Prompt was "Any, any, a beautiful/handsome face and an attractive body isn't all there is to her/him, but it is what most people choose to see".

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It has been little over 24 hours since I finished watching Autumn Sonata. If I say more it would quickly get too personal. Just... lord... but in a good way. Melancholic, sure, and I cried, but it was good.

Isn't it nice, how there are still films out there, that still makes one feel?

Saw all of the Fatty Arbuckle + Buster Keaton shorts.



They got better as they went on, but never to the point of genius. Usually ranged from "decent and harmless" to "JUST END ALREADY!". There's quite a lot of racism and misogyny, most notably in the "JUST END ALREADY!" category. The decent and harmless had some clever gags. Arbuckle can juggle knives like it's nothing.

As the shorts go on, Keaton's roles(s) get more prominent (I think it was his second short, he shows up for half a minute as a beggar. By the last short he's Arbuckle's sidekick.)

My favourites were The Bell Boy, The Cook, Back Stage and The Garage. (I didn't dislike Coney Island, it does have Keaton in a lifeguard outfit doing standing backflips and a very funny camera gag.)

Let's see what Ingmar Bergman film I'll watch now. Yesterday I saw Persona, which was good (don't ask me what it's about though).

Women are evil and christianity is cool. Or so Flesh and the Devil tells me.

Typical American 1920s self-righteousness aside, one can see where each and every characters are coming from.

Spoilers for an almost one-hundred-year-old movie

I am forever angry at Leo trying to strangle Felicitas, though. That bit was brutal.

One thing you'll see in hardcore Veidt girlies is that, once you experience Die Veidt (TM), you are pratically immune to everything that is remotely sensual. Nothing can top him (this sentence is hilarious). And yes, that man is made of sensuality and bones. If you've been here long enough, you know how I feel about him.

Anyway, I howled at the screen every time Greta Garbo and John Gilbert were doing whatever this. (Not seen here, that cigarette scene)


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(Also not seen here, the homoeroticism between Leo (that would be Gilbert) and Ulrich (Lars Hanson). They're bi4bi.)

Another film that could be solved with polyamory.

EDIT: Last Night in Soho. First half is ace. Great representations of the horrors of being a woman and the romanticisation of the past. Second part threw it all away for psycho-biddy shtick. The eleventh Doctor and Emma were there.