Bride of Sutekh

HARKER :

You're a Monster. 

DRACULA :

And you're a Lawyer!

Nobody's Perfect.

(turns to the dying Bride he just murdered)

Ah, A Stake through The Heart.

You see, sometimes The Legends are right.

This is not one you can 

test too often, though.

I only ever have three 

brides at a time.

HARKER:

"Brides"?

DRACULA :

Brides, yes. 

I think that's 

The Right Word for it.

You see, um...

[ • ahem • ] ....I am 

trying to reproduce...

 

...which, frankly, 

can be a bit of 

A Challenge when 

There is Only 

One of You.

[English] The Master Scene - [The Wedding]

 

Would you scrub yourself 

and make yourself clean.

My Daughter is 

getting married.

Come and join us.

Leave your worries for a while.

They'll still be there

when you get back.

And your memories 

aren't invited.

Stand wherever you like.

Good day, good day, 

good day, good day.

What a day. What a day.

Mama.

Rascal.

Clark, big day?

- Big day indeed, sir. - How are you feeling?

I feel pretty well, thank you. How are you?

Wonderful.

As long as you hold these bodies,

in this life, you will be man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Master :

Marriage!

Previous to The Cause 

was awful.... Awful --

It was a cycle, 

like Life.

Birth, excitement, 

growth, decay, death.

Now... now...

...how about this?

Here it comes... 

a large dragon.

Teeth...

...blood dripping, 

red eyes. 

What do I got?

A lasso. I whip it up.

I wrap it around 

its neck, and I wrestle,

wrestle, wrestle him 

to the ground.

I snap up. I say, 

"Sit, Dragon." 

Dragon sits.

I say "Stay." 

Dragon stays.

Now it's got a leash on it.

I take it for a walk.

And that's where 

we're at with it now.

It stays on command.

Next we're going to teach it 

to roll over and 

play dead.

Love that story. - So, where are you from?

- Huh? - Where are you from?

Lynn, Massachusetts.

- Freddie Quell, how do you do? - I'm Val. I'm his son.

Oh, yeah, I see it.

So what kind of work will you be doing?

- Not sure. - Done any Time Hole work?

- Any what? - Any Time Hole work?

I don't think so. I don't know what that is.

- I'm sure you're going to love it. - I hope so.

- Nice to meet you and welcome aboard. - Looking forward to it.

- How long have you known him? - Good night!

- About three years. - Good night, good night, good night.

Thank you, thank you for being here.

- Norman... - Three years?

Thank you.

- Good night, Master.

 Good night.(turns to Freddie --)

When can we have some 

more of your potion?

Whenever you like, I'll make it.

When I like it, I'll give you a signal.

I'll rub my nose and scratch my ear.

What will you need?

- I'll take care of it. - Good.

- Anything you need. - Thank you, good night.

Good night, everyone.

Don't get up. Don't get up.

- I love you. - I love you, too.

What a day.

We fought against the day and we won. We won.

Freddie, feel free to sit with us.

Can you invite him over?

Say, come on over.

Can you say hi?

He's... been writing all night.

You seem to inspire something in him.

- Yeah? - Mm.

When we're at home, on land,

there's too much pulling him in each direction.

Every time he sits to write, a new attack is launched against him,

and he spends too much time defending himself.

Who's attacking him?

People who are scared.

People who are greedy.

Ex-wives.

That's what's so nice about being at sea.

- He gets his studies done. - Hm.

Advances the learning. He writes book two.

Fair Play

Lord Voldemort Returns-

Cedric Diggory gets killed-

Harry Potter and The G...

“‘You evidently don’t know me,’ said he.

“‘On the contrary,’ I answered, ‘I think it is fairly evident that I do. Pray take a chair. I can spare you five minutes if you have anything to say.’

“‘All that I have to say has already crossed your mind,’ said he.

“‘Then possibly my answer has crossed yours,’ I replied.

“‘You stand fast?’

“‘Absolutely.’

“He clapped his hand into his pocket, and I raised the pistol from the table. But he merely drew out a memorandum-book in which he had scribbled some dates.

“‘You crossed my path on the 4th of January,’ said he. ‘On the 23rd you incommoded me; by the middle of February I was seriously inconvenienced by you; at the end of March I was absolutely hampered in my plans; and now, at the close of April, I find myself placed in such a position through your continual persecution that I am in positive danger of losing my liberty. The situation is becoming an impossible one.’

“‘Have you any suggestion to make?’ I asked.

“‘You must drop it, Mr. Holmes,’ said he, swaying his face about. ‘You really must, you know.’

“‘After Monday,’ said I.

“‘Tut, tut,’ said he. ‘I am quite sure that a man of your intelligence will see that there can be but one outcome to this affair. It is necessary that you should withdraw. You have worked things in such a fashion that we have only one resource left. It has been an intellectual treat to me to see the way in which you have grappled with this affair, and I say, unaffectedly, that it would be a grief to me to be forced to take any extreme measure. You smile, sir, but I assure you that it really would.’

“‘Danger is part of my trade,’ I remarked.

“‘That is not danger,’ said he. ‘It is inevitable destruction. You stand in the way not merely of an individual, but of a mighty organization, the full extent of which you, with all your cleverness, have been unable to realize. You must stand clear, Mr. Holmes, or be trodden under foot.’

“‘I am afraid,’ said I, rising, ‘that in the pleasure of this conversation I am neglecting business of importance which awaits me elsewhere.’

“He rose also and looked at me in silence, shaking his head sadly.

“‘Well, well,’ said he, at last. ‘It seems a pity, but I have done what I could. I know every move of your game. You can do nothing before Monday. It has been a duel between you and me, Mr. Holmes. You hope to place me in the dock. I tell you that I will never stand in the dock. You hope to beat me. I tell you that you will never beat me. If you are clever enough to bring destruction upon me, rest assured that I shall do as much to you.’

Fire for The People

Superman 2 - Lex Luthor talking with Jor-El

Kitty Kowalski:

Lex, your friends give 

me the creeps.

Lex Luthor:

Prison is a creepy place, Kitty.

One needs to make creepy friends in order to Survive.

Even a man with my vast talents

is worth less inside than a carton of cigarettes 

and a sharp piece of metal in your pocket.

Do you know The Story of Prometheus?

No, of course you don't.

Prometheus was a God 

who stole The Power of Fire 

from The Other Gods 

and gave Control 

of it to Mortals.

In essence, he gave us Technology.

He gave us Power.

Kitty Kowalski:

So we're stealing Fire? 

In The Arctic.

Lex Luthor:

Actually, sort of. 

You see, whoever controls Technology 

controls The World.

The Roman Empire ruled The World

because they built roads.

The British Empire ruled The World

because they built ships.

America, The Atom Bomb,

and so on and so forth.

I just want what 

Prometheus wanted.

Kitty Kowalski:

Sounds great, Lex, but 

you're not a God.

Lex Luthor: 

(freezes, turns on his heel)

....Gods are selfish beings who 

fly around in little red capes, 

and don't share Their Power 

with Mankind.

Minion :

Hey, boss.

We found something.

Lex Luthor:

No, I don't wanna be a god.

I just wanna bring fire to The People --

And I want my cut.

Kitty Kowalski:

Was this his house?

Lex Luthor:

You might think so. Most would.

This is more of a monument 

to a long dead and extremely 

powerful civilization.

This is where he learned who he was.

This is where he came for guidance.

Possibilities.

Endless Possibilities.

Kitty Kowalski:

You act like you've 

been here before.

Jor-El:

My Son. You do not remember me. 

I am Jor-El. I am Your Father. 

By now I will have been dead for many thousands of your years.

Lex Luthor:

He thinks I'm his son?

Jor-El:

Embedded in the crystals before you is the total accumulation of all literature and scientific fact of dozens of other worlds spanning the twenty-eight known galaxies.

Kitty Kowalski:

Can he see us?

Lex Luthor:

...No, he's dead.

Jor-El:

There are many questions to be asked. 

Here, in this.... Fortress of Solitude, we will try to find the answers together. 

So, my son...Kal-El...speak.

Lex Luthor:

Tell me everything. 

Starting with crystals.

Thor :

What good were you in your cell?

Loki :

Who put me there? 

WHO PUT ME THERE?

Thor :

YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHO!

YOU KNOW DAMN WELL!

[pins Loki] 

Thor :

[lets go of Loki]  

She wouldn't want us to fight.

Loki :

Well, she wouldn't exactly be •shocked•.

Thor :

[smiles]  

I •wish• I could trust you.

Loki :

[whispers]  

Trust my rage.

Lex Luthor:

Kryptonite.

You're asking yourself, "How?"

Didn't your dad ever teach you to look before you leap?

Crystals. They're amazing, aren't they?

They inherit the traits of the minerals around them... kind of like a son inheriting the traits of his father!

You took away five years of my life,

I'm just returning the favor!

Superman :

I'm still Superman!

Lex Luthor:

Get up! Come on!

Now, fly.

So long, Superman.

There’s a Fatherly Aspect, 
So here’s what God as a Father is like :

You can enter into a Covenant with it, 
so you can make a bargain with it. 

It responds to ^Sacrifice. 

It Answers Prayers

It Punishes and Rewards. 

It Judges and Forgives. 

It’s not Nature. 


It built Eden for Mankind 
and then banished us for disobedience. 

It’s Too Powerful to be Touched. 

It granted Free will. 

Distance from it is Hell. 

Distance from it is Death. 

It reveals itself in dogma 
and in mystical experience, and it’s 
The Law. 

Glasgow

R. D Laing's Glasgow (1975)

Dr. R. D. Laing :

Some terrible things happen 

in The Name of Love.

Angie :

Well I love you Ronnie.

....Do you love me?

Dr. R. D. Laing :

....Love's a terrible burden 

to inflict on someone.

Angie :

What's the matter?

Dr. R. D. Laing :

You know Syd's Mother died

'cause she loved him so much?

-- I don't think My Mother

would've died to Save Me...

She didn't even want anyone

to know she was pregnant --

Maybe she didn't want me...

Certainly don't remember

her ever kissing me, or 

holding me or puttin'

her arms around me.

Our House was not

A Place of Love.

Angie :

...where was Your Dad?

Dr. R. D. Laing :

Doctors said it was 'overwork',

nowadays they'd call it

a Nervous Breakdown.

Angie :

So You were alone

with Your Mother..?

Dr. R. D. Laing :

I've been holding one

hand or another ever since.

[Father breathing rapidly]

Dr. R. D. Laing :

I've spent My Life

Listening to people

that no one else gives 

a fuck about --

Angie :

You sound angry.

Dr. R. D. Laing :

I'm not angry, 

I'm just tired, 

I just need sleep...

I need to go away to

Glasgow to see Suzie;

She's still under 

The Weather.

Angie :

I'll come with you.

Dr. R. D. Laing :

...Nah, I don't think that's 

a good idea, she's 

really not herself --

Angie :

Please.

Dr. R. D. Laing :

Oh, for fuck's sake,

it's not a family outin';

My Daughter's ill.

She just needs to spend

a bit of time with me.

Angie : 

.....I didn't tell You 

to leave them --

PIG

He told Julia The Story of 

His Mother's disappearance. 

Without opening her eyes 

she rolled over and settled herself 

into a more comfortable position.

'I expect you were a 

beastly little swine 

in those days,'

she said indistinctly. 

'All children are swine.'

'Yes. But the real point 

of The Story----'

Lord of the Flies  1963

'Have you done this before?'

'Of course. Hundreds of times -- well, scores of times, anyway.'

'With Party members?'

'Yes, always with Party members.'

'With members of the Inner Party?'

'Not with those swine, no. But there's plenty that WOULD if they got half a chance. They're not so holy as they make out.'

His heart leapt. Scores of times she had done it: he wished it had been hundreds -- thousands. Anything that hinted at corruption always filled him with a wild hope. Who knew, perhaps The Party was rotten under the surface, its cult of strenuousness and self-denial simply a sham concealing iniquity. If he could have infected the whole lot of them with leprosy or syphilis, how gladly he would have done so! Anything to rot, to weaken, to undermine! He pulled her down so that they were kneeling face to face.

'Listen. The more men you've had, the more I love you. Do you understand that?'

'Yes, perfectly.'

'I hate purity, I hate goodness! I don't want any virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt to the bones.'

'Well then, I ought to suit you, dear. I'm corrupt to the bones.'

'You like doing this? I don't mean simply me : I mean the thing in itself?'

'I adore it.'

That was above all what he wanted to hear. Not merely the love of one person but the animal instinct, the simple undifferentiated desire : that was the force that would tear The Party to pieces. He pressed her down upon the grass, among the fallen bluebells. This time there was no difficulty. Presently the rising and falling of their breasts slowed to normal speed, and in a sort of pleasant helplessness they fell apart.

'It's coffee,' he murmured, 'real coffee.'

'It's Inner Party coffee. There's a whole kilo here,' she said.

'How did you manage to get hold of all these things?'

'It's all Inner Party stuff. There's nothing those swine don't have, nothing. But of course waiters and servants and people pinch things, and -- look, I got a little packet of tea as well.'

Winston had squatted down beside her. He tore open a corner of the packet.

'It's real tea. Not blackberry leaves.'

'There's been a lot of tea about lately. 

They've captured India, or something,' she said vaguely.

And He said, "What hast Thou DONE? 

The Voice of thy brother's blood crieth 

unto Me from the ground.

And now art Thou cursed from the earth, 

which hath opened her mouth to receive 

thy brother's blood from thy hand;

When Thou tillest the ground, it shall not 

henceforth yield unto thee her strength; 

a fugitive and a vagabond shalt Thou be in the earth.

And Cain said unto the LORD, 

"My Punishment is greater than I can bear.

Behold, Thou hast driven me out 

this day from the face of the earth; 

and from thy face shall I be hid; and 

I shall be a fugitive and a vagabond 

in the earth; and it shall come to pass, 

that every one that findeth me shall slay me."

And the LORD said unto him, 

"Therefore whosoever slayeth Cain, 

vengeance shall be taken on him sevenfold." 

And the LORD set a mark upon Cain, 

lest any finding him should kill him.

YET-TO-COME

Scrooged  - Ghost of Christmas Future

PRESENTS & CORRECT

Scrooged - The Truth is Painful

PASSED

Niagra Falls Frankie Angel

The Acolytes

The Acolyte

"...and one thing that we uh -- 

that Joaquin came up with 

and found was, um  

--for a lot of these Sailors 

that had been in The War, 

that when they came 

back from The War, 

they felt very aimless, 

because they didn't have 

any Commander anymore.

You know, that they 

LIKED being in....

They enjoyed the the part of The Military 

that was very structured, that 

gave them A Commander, 

that if they had A Commander 

that they connected to, they 

Liked very much, they really 

liked working for them, 

they liked being guided --

And to come back to ‘Reality’ 

and real -- or not 'reality', 

but to come back to Home, 

and Life back here, to 

not have that, is 

very disorienting."

Joaquin gets defensive.

By Antoinette Bueno

Published: 10:18 AM PST, 

November 12, 2014

Though the typically reclusive Joaquin Phoenix rarely talks about his unconventional upbringing, the Oscar-winning actor gets candid with Playboy Interview about his experience being born into the Children of God cult, as well as his infamous 2009 Late Show with David Letterman appearance.

Joaquin's parents joined the controversial religious group Children of God in the early 1970s and traveled throughout South America along with him and his siblings -- including the late River Phoenix, who died of a drug overdose in 1993 -- but left when they became disenchanted with the group.

"When people bring up Children of God, there's always something vaguely accusatory about it," the Her star, now 40, tells the magazine. "It's guilt by association. I think it was really innocent on my parents' part. They really believed, but I don’t think most people see it that way. I've always thought that was strange and unfair."

"I think my parents thought they'd found a community that shared their ideals," he further explains. "Cults rarely advertise themselves as such. It's usually someone saying, 'We're like-minded people. This is a community,' but I think the moment my parents realized there was something more to it, they got out."

Joaquin also comments on his 2010 faux documentary I'm Still Here, in which he pretended to reinvent himself as a rapper. This being the notoriously intense Joaquin, he took it to the next level by making one of the most bizarre appearances ever on Late Show with David Letterman, which lots of people didn't take too kindly to.

"David Letterman was not in on the joke," he reveals. "But look, David Letterman is one of the smartest guys on television. There's no way that guy doesn't know what's going on in some way. That's what I'll say about it."

Despite the controversial reception to the Casey Affleck-directed film, he calls the entire experience "liberating."

"Unlike when you’re acting and everyone is there to support you and you can do take after take, when I did those live music shows and the movie, the safety net wasn’t there," he says. "I can see how people felt like they’d been duped. I think I would have had a similar reaction. I totally understand people getting defensive and scared because they don’t want to be taken advantage of. I think now everyone knows it was never our intention to attack people. We were clearly attacking ourselves."

As for his trouble dealing with fame, Joaquin compares it to being an attractive woman.

"I think I know what it's like to be an attractive woman," he says. "I think that's basically what the experience [of fame] is, right? But that sycophantic energy is uncomfortable to be around. Nobody wants to experience that."

Though as he gets older, Joaquin admits he feels like he knows less and less.

"All I know is that I’ve been fortunate, and my good fortune continues," he reflects. "Other than that, the older I get, the more I know that I don’t f**king know anything at all. .... I'm trying to get better at being open to the mystery of it all."

Playboy Interview's December issue hits newsstands this Friday.

The Amazing World of Psychic Phenomena

Amazing World of Psychic Phenomena (1976)

The Phantom Victory

 

“In The Past, 

Politicians promised 

to create A Better World. 

They had Different Ways of achieving this, but

Their Power and Authority came 

from the optimistic Visions 

they offered to Their People. 

Those Dreams FAILED. 

And Today, People have 

Lost Faith in Ideologies. 

Increasingly, 

Politicians are seen simply 

as Managers of Public Life. 

But now, They have Discovered 

A NEW Role that restores 

Their Power and Authority. 

Instead of Delivering Dreams, Politicians now promise 

to Protect Us from  NIGHTMARES. 

They Say that 

They will rescue Us,

from dreadful Dangers 

that We cannot See and 

DO Not Understand. 

And The Great Danger of All —

"So much of the news this year has been hopeless, depressing, and above all, confusing. To which the only response is to say, "oh dear."

What this film is going to suggest is that that Defeatist Response has become a central part of a new system of political control. 

And to understand how this is happening, you have to look to Russia, to a man called Vladislav Surkov, who is A Hero of Our Time. 

Surkov is one of President Putin's advisers, and has helped him maintain his power for 15 years, but he has done it in a very new way. 

He came originally from the avant-garde art world, and those who have studied His Career, say that what Surkov has done, is to import ideas from conceptual art into the very heart of politics. 

His aim is to undermine peoples' perceptions of the world, so they never know what is really happening. 

Surkov turned Russian Politics into a bewildering, constantly changing piece of Theatre. 

He sponsored all kinds of groups, from neo-Nazi skinheads to liberal human rights groups. He even backed parties that were opposed to President Putin. 

But the key thing was, that Surkov then let it be known that this was what he was doing, which meant that no one was sure what was Real or Fake. As one journalist put it: "It is a strategy of power that keeps any opposition constantly confused." 

A ceaseless shape-shifting that is unstoppable because it is undefinable. 

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It is exactly what Surkov is alleged to have done in The Ukraine this year. 

In typical fashion, as The War began, Surkov published a short story about something he called Non-linear War. A War where you never know what The Enemy are really up to, or even who they are. 

The underlying aim, Surkov says, is not to Win The War, but to use the conflict to create a constant state of destabilized perception, in order to manage and control.

But maybe, we have something similar emerging here in Britain. Everything we're told by journalists and politicians is confusing and contradictory. 

Of course, there is no Mr. Surkov in charge, but it is an odd, non-linear world that plays into the hands of Those in Power.

British troops have come Home from Afghanistan, but nobody seems to know whether it was A Victory or whether it was A Defeat. 

..

Aging disk jockeys are prosecuted for crimes they committed decades ago, while practically no one in The City of London is prosecuted for the endless financial crimes that have been revealed there. 

In Syria, We are Told that President Assad is The Evil Enemy, but then His Enemies turn out to be even more evil than him, so We Bomb Them, and by doing that, We Help keep Assad in Power. 

But the real epicenter of this non-linear world is The Economy, and the closest we have to our own shape-shifting Post-Modern Politician is George Osborne. 

He tells us proudly that The Economy is Growing, but at the same time, wages are going down. 

He says he is reducing The Deficit, but then it is revealed that The Deficit is going up. 

But the dark heart of this shape-shifting world is Quantitative Easing. 

The Government is insisting on taking billions of Pounds out of the economy through its austerity program, yet at the very same time it is pumping billion of Pounds into the economy through Quantitative Easing, the equivalent of 24,000 Pounds for every family in Britain. 

But it gets even more confusing, because the Bank of England has admitted that those billions of Pounds are not going where they are supposed to. 

A vast majority of that money has actually found its way into the hands of the wealthiest five percent in Britain. 

It has been described as the biggest transfer of wealth to the rich in recent documented history. 

It could be a huge scandal, comparable to the greedy oligarchs in Russia. A ruthless elite, siphoning off billions in public money. But nobody seems to know. 

It sums up the strange mood of our time, where nothing really makes any coherent sense. 

We live with a constant vaudeville of contradictory stories that makes it impossible for any real opposition to emerge, because they can't counter it with any coherent narrative of their own. 

And it means that We as individuals become ever more powerless, unable to challenge anything, because we live a state of confusion and uncertainty. 

To which the only response, is : Oh Dear. 

But that is 

What They want You to Say.