sesiondemadrugada:
Touch of Evil (Orson Welles, 1958).
WE ARE IN ITALY AND HAVE A BOOK OUT BUY IT MAYBE anyway ciao
knitpeaks:
HE TEARS ME APART
after a lifetime of hearing about a place in France where the naked ladies dance I have seen for myself it is indeed true
ugh this asshole again
haven’t lived until you heard Amanda Conner say she “pressed ham on the porthole”
haven’t lived until you heard a parisian say “inspector gadget”
pulpflesh:
Island of Lost Souls (1932)
every hotel is a david lynch hotel if you look at it right
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