I’m crying because when my dad was eighteen he was going to join the airforce and then the night before he had a dream that Jesus slapped him in the face with a gigantic fish and asked him what he was doing and he woke up and thought, “Jesus is right what am I doing?” And that’s why my dad did not join the military.
believe me when i say im no fan of the current state of blockbuster filmmaking and i recognize that most people are just being hyperbolic when they say stuff like this, but the idea that art can ever “die” or that we’re witnessing the decay or death of art is just such a lame thing to say
typical episode of nbc’s hannibal season 1: will investigates another chesapeake ripper kill, unaware that hannibal is secretly the murderer! :)
hannibal season 3: still heartbroken from their breakup, hannibal decides that the only way to get over will is to eat him, but he is interrupted in the middle of cutting will’s head open by the corrupt Italian police, who kidnap hannibal and will and bring them to hannibal’s nemesis, a horrifyingly disfigured man who drinks martinis made out of children’s tears, and who wants to eat hannibal as revenge for hannibal forcing him to eat his own face
i am once again thinking about the fact that they used so much fake blood on hannibal that mold started growing on the bottom of the sets. like that means something right
something something this place is rotting from the weight of the blood spilled here etc etc
