"...I hate repitition, I really do. It's like asking a painter to paint the same picture every day of his life." -- Peter Cushing

"Don't be too brave. Bravery is a fine thing on some occasions, but sometimes it can be quite a dangerous thing. The stiff upper lip is not always the best." -- Jeremy Brett

"We don't always get the kind of work we want, but we always have the choice of whether to do it with a good grace or not." -- Christopher Lee

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Saturday, June 11, 2016

And It Keeps Getting Stronger

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"They told me that we won."

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 "They never told me what we lost."

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"You go to Hell and tell them I'm coming."

This is made in response to the travesty that is the Captain somehow becoming Hydra.

And the fact that if that happened? Bucky would walk into hell itself (the monstrous organisation that controlled him and literally only needs a short list of words to turn him into a mindless machine again - sorry, especially after Karg, there is no way you can convince me that that wouldn't terrify him.) to drag Steve back out.

So that's the basic story behind that...


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Oh dear.... How to explain this one...

Well, obviously, it's Bucky and Steve. Mostly. Fighting together and unstoppable. On the side of right. Heroes.

And the words are a direct result of listening to Frollo's "Hellfire" for almost a day straight and accidentally translating the Latin.

The title for that picture is 'mea maxima culpa'. Because both of them blame themselves.

And yes, it's a prayer, who cares.

Monday, March 14, 2016

I've Heard That Song Before...



Can I just say that Howard really needs to be slapped at times? However, COMPLETELY FORGETTTING DOTTIE was priceless. Actually, what was priceless was Jarvis' and Carter's eye-rolls in response, and Howard ONLY remembering after Jarvis reminded him what he was wearing. Jarvis does not deserve to get slapped in Howard's stead: Howard needs some....  Brains? More usefull than that genius ones? Maybe?


And, look at this I found!!  Alright, completely pointless - BUT! HAT! GLOVES!!!  I love it!!  I actually just made a hat much like that - not that it matters....  I look rather like some vintage airline stewardress when I wear it. 

No, actually. I was trying to make another Film Noir photograph compilation for a character. Of course, as you can - or will - see, I got distracted.

All of what I've learnt in graphic manipulation has been by trial and error. Most early ones I really need to remake - but some were good in their simplicity. Or at least not so horrid.....  Which we were on the subject of Marvel, I tried to find some of my old ones....

First: NONE OF THE TEXT ON THESE PICTURES IS MINE!!  The pictures are mine - well, the compilation at least - but the text comes from a tumblr site of SHIELD recruit survival tips. http://shieldrecruitsurvivaltips.tumblr.com/ A hilarious site, and well worth the read.

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Tip #22 --  This - and most of these - were made after I saw the promo for the pilot of Agents of SHIELD. And had just found out that Coulson was still alive.


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OBVIOUSLY written for Tony....  Tip #48

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Tip #131 --  Again, after the...well, this one is later in the series at least because these images weren't available before. Basically, Ward being condescending to Hill concerning Agent's death....

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Tip #132 --  I adore that oneshot. It was hilarious, and priceless. And truly perfect. For some reason, a lot of these I always feel were written in some way for Stark....

And now I hate Sitwell - but this was before Hydra....  Well, technically not - but still!

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Tip #220  .....I don't like this one, really. But it was the first I made, and I might as well include them all, so....  Voila - there it stays. I'll remake it at some point......


Wednesday, February 3, 2016

We're All Mad Here

This was part of an old picture series I made several years ago. But I thought it incredibly fitted to the next Marvel film due. That, and they actually looked halfway well done......

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The quotes don't quite make sense, but it was based off a music video using the song 'This is War' by Tatyana Oracle on youtube that I liked.

I also find amusing that most of these are of Steve......

I solemnly swear I am up to no good -
What choices I make are not what I should.
But I will do them because I can:
Sometimes the stronger is the one that ran.

I soullessly swear I am up to no good -
What I did 'til the end no one thought I could.
But this I have chosen; for this I will fight -
For in the end? Only this could be right.


It's quite annoying, really. 

One sits down to an episode or a film, and one enjoys it - and there is one actor that just does not look right, Well, he - or she - looks right, but too familiar! And yet not nearly enough to be recognised - just a niggling feeling....

It helps if it were a major film or production - but when they were only in one episode, or if I didn't even see them at all but only saw them mentioned tangentially in another post on something....  It gets confusing and annoying.



Something that irks me immensely: that I can't be feminine.

Well, obviously, I can - and yet, I can't without judgement.

I'm the sort of person that loves to wear stockings and heels, and hats, and gloves, and girdles, and corsets, and waistcoats, and skirts, and gowns....  And I'd wear them every single day if I could. I like a touch of makeup, and I love red lipstick, and I adore shapely nails. Such as the ones above - what started this rant.

And yet, perhaps I just don't meet the right people ever, but I've always been judged for it. Or gotten that strong impression. "Why are you wearing a hat? Are you going to a funeral?" 'Why are you wearing gloves? Are you sick?' 'Why are you wearing a skirt? Don't you have any work to do?' 'Why are you wearing heels? Are you trying to get some boy's attention?' 'Why are you wearing red lipstick? Do you want to be a lady of the night?' 'Why are your nails long? why are they painted? Do you do any work or are you just some prissy girl that thinks she's better than everyone?'

'You like dresses - you never do any work.' 'You like makeup - obviously, you're just throwing yourself at men.' 'You like books - you can't tell what's reality. No wonder you're so messed up - you're a drama queen.' 'You let boys hold doors open for you - obviously you want them to turn us all into their servants again.'

What's so wrong with you in this modern time? Corsets are instruments of torture made to imprison women - don't you know that? Are you just so lazy you don't want to excersise? You know, if you really wanted to fix yourself, you could. You're just too lazy to try. You're backwards, and ignorant, and stupid - and why do you give yourself airs? Pretend you're better? Look down on us other modern women?

So, it probably is all in my head. One of the best times of my life was when I found out that there were other people that wore and lived vintage fashion and lives. That I wasn't the only person. That I wasn't fighting against something no one else did.

so yes. Please. Tell me I shouldn't do this. that I'm backward - ignorant. I'm sick of it. This is something I actually enjoy. Even a little bit.

I really don't think I'm better than anyone. I don't think I'm pretty, or entitled, or....anything. It makes me feel pretty - makes me a part of something that I can actually fit in with. Barely - but I can try.


It's rather like I'm self destructing.

I don't want to hope or dream, but if I don't I'm breaking myself apart. I want it all to stop, but I want to survive, I want to escape, to spare everyone else - but I don't want to hurt them any more. I don't want to fail, but if I don't try I'll fail anyway.

And yet, I can't try. Half of me wants to curl up beneath the duvet as tightly as I can, to cover my ears and listen to my heartbeat and pretend that there's nothing outside. Half of me wants to ignore life and work and food and family and friends and school and whatever else seeks to call me out.Half of me just doesn't care what happens anymore.

The other half of me? Fears failing. Fears being mocked, being looked down on, being pitied, being condescended to, being hurt....  It fears hurting others - failing others....

and the two sides fight. I want to give up, but I have to fight. I don't care if I win, but if I lose I'll break. I don't know how to fight, yet part of me screams that I must.

And yet, I don't really feel anything. Not often. A flash of anger occasionally - but it's here then gone. It's just....Surrender. There's no point.

"For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come must give up pause."

I can sit down and tell anyone that they matter, that they're priceless. That life isn't so bad. But I can't sit myself down.  And how many others have I failed then? If I can't convince myself of that, how do I convince another....

But there's....a buffer. Between me and any feelings. I will regret this in the years to come - maybe, if I ever get well - but now? I can't care. I hid my scars so they're easy to repeat and shield - I moderate my speech to hide what I'm thinking, I try to do school and work - but grades? They don't matter.

Nothing matters.

Everything matters - and I can't do anything about it.

Feeling sick, as if a weight is pressing down on my, on my stomach.

Nothing hurts enough. I want to hurt someone. I want to hurt them until I hurt - and I can't bring myself to do that. I hurt myself then, hold myself back.

Better never to hope than to hurt.  And yet, that's not true. At least if I tried then I'd KNOW I couldn't have suceeded, rather than be haunted by the 'what ifs'.

How does one tell what's real and what's not? how does one tell if the fear and the hate and the nothingness is earned or not? How does one tell if anything is half as bad as one thinks?

I certainly can't. I never could.

But if I just tried harder. If I just worked more. If I was just more obedient. If I followed God's will. If I kept hope. If I wasn't so cynical. If I was more helpful and supportive. If I wasn't such a liar. If I wasn't so messed up.

If. If. If. If. If.

Stevenson wrote a poem titled If once....

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, or watch the things you gave your life to broken, and never breathe a word about your loss, if neither foe nor loving friend can hurt you, and so hold on when there is nothing in you except the will which says to them 'hold on'.

That's a bunch of separated lines of course - but it does sum it up. if. If I were better, stronger, more in control of myself.

AND I KNOW I CAN'T DO IT!!!  I've tried and haven't tried - but I don't know how to give up either.

But, dear Reader - do you know what the worst part of this is?

I'm not an idiot. Certainly, I'm not so good at interacting with the modern world, and I can be incredibly flighty and scatter brained, and I can't remember anything - but I'm not a total idiot.

When I watch films or series, it has to be complicated. If it doesn't have enough in it to occupy my mind, I go crazy and get incredibly bored and start nitpicking and tearing apart the production. I do the same in life too - just not audibly.

I look at the world from history, and from observances. When I do the same thing, I notice it in others.

She has deeper scars that I, and I can see them. And she's hiding more. And I'm terrified that one of these days I'm going to go in there, and I'm going to find her on the ground. I'm afraid she's either going to make a mistake and cut too deep, or that she'll do it on purpose. and I'm going to be too late to do anything.

I know myself. And I can see myself in others. 

And that scares me to death.

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Nothing From the Past...

So I posted the other rambling thing earlier, and reveled in my ability to post pictures of Dottie in the beautiful gown and hair and WHY do I not have those things...  *sighs*

But then I noticed - watching Howard - that I probably actually have most of the scene.


Please, judge me.....
In this, I don't care a whit.

See? Besides, then I get more beautiful pictures.

On a side note, I was thinking about Person of Interest.

Increasingly moreso since I researched Film Noir and Neo-noir for the book.

It is a beautiful medium, really - so elegant, simplistic, glarmourous.....  Oh, I love it - and have I established I love older eras? Hopefully. Then the Reader can avoid being surprised when I spend most of my time referring it it....

The series - a truly spectacular, thoughtful, deep one that I cannot WAIT for the next series in and that I really hope they don't cancel....  But I was never that fortunate - but the series was always a bit off. It's supposed to run in tandem with realtime, as are most television series - but there's something slightly wrong. It just doesn't...fit. Maybe it was the overwhelming corruption that ruled out it taking place in reality, or maybe it was that the main characters always wear suits, or maybe it was the Machine (HA!!)....  But regardless, it still was.


(Yes, those are all of Finch. I don't care. He's the best character. At least I chose different colourings and scenes.)

I've decided that it was mostly the colours.

Now, obviously, in every era, there were shades of bright colours, and obviously situations where bright colours would have been predominately worn - but there are also averages.

In general, the colour schemes of the Twenties, Thirties, and Forties were earthy tones. This was of course dependent upon what dyes were available. Dyes for the most part have come from plants and animals and other products of the earth - none of which lended themselves to neon colouring. Thus, most colours leant more towards earthy tones.

Obviously.

In the Twenties, Thirties, and Forties, more dyes were developed or whatnot - I actually have no idea, I just know that technology advanced by leaps and bounds in the end of the Nineteenth century, and with the Great War and change in fashions, it only makes sense that due to technology, more dyes and shades would have been made available.

There was the Twenties, which I actually think was quite bright and...guady at least. It was the Roaring Twenties.

And then came the Thirties - the Great Depression.

And then the Forties, in olive war colours.

A lot of what we envision of vintage eras comes from pictures. Of course, many of these pictures were propaganda - especially in the Forties. Navies, olives, kahki.... These colours dominated the pictures.


Yes, they're all for women. So shoot me - I'm watching Agent Carter; what else is on my mind? (and no. WWII was and is the only point in time I believe it acceptable for a woman to serve in any branch of the military. And even then it was stretching it..... But they were different. They still wore dresses and makeup and did their hair.....  Now? Not a chance.)

But as you can see: generally earthier colours.

Person of Interest basically follows the same scheme for the most part.

Different lighting, live action rather than drawings, spread out across all levels and parts of a bustling metropolis rather than in a single part or in a field....  But for the most part.... It does the same thing. Darker, muted colours, harsher lighting - or so it seemed to me...

And it's not perfect - it's just enough to...skew it a bit. Throw the perception off - make it seem less....normal. And it lends itself wonderfully to the series.

By the way, I might have written a research paper on women's fashion in the Forties - but I'm in no way an expert. All I have is my observations and compilation of events through history and how they tend to repeat - and I apply them to modern life.

It's the only way things make sense to me. Apply it to history, and then see if that clarifies the world today.

Red, White, and Blue


Now, on to the subject this post was actually going to be about.

As ever, I managed to completely get lost in a rabbit trail.

Agent Carter series Two. I have been waiting for what feels like forever. I realise it's nothing compared to Sherlock or something - but I don't quite care.

It's a series. About spies. Where the women are dressed modestly. And the men are for the most part chivalrous - we're ignoring that they don't fit into today's standards of how to treat women. Jarvis is the example, not Thompson - whom I'd gladly drop a table atop too.... - and in many ways I agree with Thompson. He just goes about saying it in a horrid way.

But! The series! Spies, and Queen's English, and etiqueete, and elegance, and the Forties.....  Captain America is originally my favourite superhero simply because he came from the Forties. No surprise I wanted to watch this series....


And Dottie's hair is dark now! She does look better with dark hair - but I was always partial to it anyway....  It's...colder? I prefer Winter. But she looks nice in many hair colours so far - annoyingly so, because then it's harder to recognise her save a niggling feeling of nagging recognition.

I actually didn't believe that it was the one from this series given that the costume looks almost (or completely - it's rather hard to find a full picture of that suit) exactly like the one in the close of the first series.

And would that have been proper? Probably given this series has done a terribly good job so far with accuracy....  I shall have to look into it more.



*MINOR SPOILERS FOR THE SERIES UNTIL THE NEXT PICTURED SECTION*


........Ana Jarvis. Just when I thought that his part of the series could get no better, it did.

She is.....scatterbrained, adorable, flighty (how does she manage that alongside Edwin??), the model housewife, intelligent, likely much stronger than we're shown in the first episode: Edwin is Howard Stark's butler, and he's hardly going to leave his wife when they move to another house - yet I can't really picture her having an affair with Stark. Yet, she's pretty enough that he would have noticed her.

Granted, Stark could also have voluntarily refrained out of respect for Jarvis - but it's Stark. I might understand and like the two of them, but I don't have THAT high an opinion of them.

*smiles* I think Ana knows exactly how to annoy and embarrass her husband, and she gleefully takes advantage of it.  I think there's quite a bit more in her head than it seems - there has to be for her to be in that position.

She is certainly an amusing, intruiging creature and I look forward to seeing more of her. And Jarvis, because that was completely hilarious.

Not to mention, as long as I'm talking in the Spoilers section of this post, that beginning-!

Plainly copied after the opening of the first Series - and honestly surprising that it wasn't actually Carter. And yet....Was it more intentional that just mirroring it? Dottie is stronger than the men she deals with of course - but she was trained to. And there are others like her that can do the same. Peggy Carter on the other hand....She basically made herself. Against opposition. The War might have helped, and with that getting into position likely wouldn't have been that hard - but actually going out into the field? Sousa is a good example of someone that knows she can do it - that women aren't completely useless - but believing that she shouldn't. and Carter still suceeded. And Dottie copies her look - out of admiration? It was hinted a bit that it was out of fear - but I think admiration works better..... Carter has beaten her twice.

By the way, perfect example of there being more to Ana Jarvis than shown in the initial meeting: her being Edwin's sparring partner.

....for whatever reason, I'm going to bet she was the usual winner. Jarvis just...doesn't seem like it. At all. He's too....polite?



*SPOILERS FOR PLOT CONCLUDED - ALL'S SAFE TO READ NOW*



AND THE COSTUMES!!!!!!!!! Look at it!!!!!!!!!!!!  Beautiful, gorgeous, lovely, vintage, fitted costumes.....

Wherefore doth thou stay within this series - wherefore doth thou hide in the past?

And makeup! Actually applying it!!  I couldn't comment on her light pink lipstick - but she's being 'filmed' so that was something I never looked in to.....  Couldn't have. It's rather annoying.

The great spymaster..... Alright - the flamingo was hilarious.
Ana more so....

And Jarvis......  *drops head on desk* That poor man....I usually always feel sorry for him - it's painful sometimes. (AKA: American accent, and athleticism. Those that have seen the episode will know to what I refer.....)

Hats, stockings, shoes, and gloves. Corsets and girdles. Slips. Garters. Hair combs. Hair rats. Earrings. bracelets. Jewelry.

WHY IS IT ALL IN THE PAST!!!!

And really, Besame??  Twenty-two dollars for a tube of lipstick???  ....and yet, I'd still get it.

Sometimes I hate my interest in history.

Oh! Speaking of costumes....


Well chosen costuming for her - whomever she is. I think she may be some Marvel villainess, but I really wouldn't know so....  I will merely comment on her costuming.

In a world where most of the rest of the people are still wearing wartime fashion, she is the wife of a very rich, popular man; and she is dressed in the very newest fashion, in the beginning of Dior's New Look. Early, of course, and I've no idea of it's history - but in a world where everyone else lives in the Forties, she dresses as if she's from the Fifties.




There are some things that never fail to make me smile. Tennant making weird, insane faces as Hamlet and this picture that is just so.....safe? Are two.

I've a dangerous amount of fun with this......

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The wars been over for many a year,
I saw no one pass, shed not a tear
O'er newly dug graves: I have no right
To pretend to sorrow for those that did fight.

The war has been over, I heard we won.
We did what we said we would when we begun.
And the graveyards are filled with all we have lost -
And yet it feels there was a greater cost...

The war has been over - that time is long gone.
No more is that darkness tainting all with wrong.
But something's broken, something's turned weak:
Without an objective, can we find what we seek?

The war has been over, but which one did we fight?
Much blood was shed - but were both won by right?
The war is long over, and so much was lost;
But there are no graves to remember the lost.



I am not a girl of the modern century. I use it as I must, but......

And yes, dear Reader, the title of this post is completely erroneous.

Well, not if you bear in mind its origins - but I can only apologise.

Godspeed, et bonchance!

Monday, February 1, 2016

Something Wicked This Way Comes....

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So history is wont to repeat itself. Even more so in higher levels - the more rank, the more likely they are to make the same mistakes.

Yes, I've a highly pragmatic or cynical view on life.

But really. Absolute power corrupts absolutely as the saying goes, does not then lesser amounts corrupt in lesser measures? If people in places of high power and authority can follow the same paths of rising and falling, can not then the same be said of those in lesser positions?

Enough to be said that history repeats itself. That's a ramble in and of itself.....  I lend myself better to characterisation......

But enough! Back to my loose point. Macbeth! The Scottish Play. What have you.

What other story do we know that features a king - or a powerful man at least - easily led by his much more evil wife, pressed to take before their time fruits that were not his to take? Whether it was the Lady Macbeth's wish that destroyed all that might gainsay her husband's right to the throne, there was still a sort of massacre.

And she is certainly wicked. Pledging herself to the murdering ministers that she can do what her husband is too weak to do, to take from the prince the crown that should have been his when MacDuff died. She sets false witnesses in the dead, bloodied bodies of the men to attend to the murdered king, and begins the track to murder all related.

Now, what other king and queen followed this lovely pattern?

Ahab and Jezebel.

I'm far from any great expert of Shakespeare - I am merely musing on parallels. Of course, as I said, history repeats and Jezebel would hardly have been either first or last to push her husband king to yet darker actions. He'd hardly have been the first or last to be led by a wicked wife or mistress.

It also fits with Sarah and Abraham - albeit on a much grander scale. Sarah only pushed Abraham to take Hagar - Lady Macbeth pushed her husband to kill instead of merely wait.

And on that note! Just think. If Banquo hadn't pressed the witches in the beginning for news such as they had given Macbeth, then he would likely have survived for his bloodline would have proven no threat! Well, actually, he still might have - but it might have taken Macbeth a bit longer to connect it....

And self-fulfilling prophecies! Seriously! Stop it! If you know a prophesy, WOULD YOU JUST FORGET IT EVER HAPPENED BECAUSE IF IT'S BAD AND YOU TRY TO STOP IT YOU'RE REALLY JUST GOING TO BRING IT TO PASS!!  Sorry, bit of a sore point..... Because, really?? At the very least one should stop once one sees it coming to pass: although, by that point, the thing has already begun.


And Banquo - poor Banquo....

So after rambling on about Hamlet earlier, I looked it up. While doing that, I was reminded of the other adaptation of a Shakespearean play also starring Patrick Stewart that had also looked fascination: that of Goold's Macbeth. So, I finally watched it.

It's an intruiging take. Incredibly violent and bloody, and the only production of the play I've ever seen so I can hardly judge it for keeping true to tradition - but fascinating indeed. Yes, I'm aware that sounds terrible.

But what else can one expect??




The witches alone!  Good gracious!  And they turn up everywhere.

It's always amusing to me to watch a production of the play after reading it. things become more clear, feelings and emotions.....  This play was just plain creepy at points. Namely: any points with the witch-nurses, and Banquo-!

They murder him in the train, shoot him twice in the back after poisoning him and slitting his throat (overkill a bit, but then in the play I think they stabbed him more than twenty times in the head....) and then all sort of just....goes quiet. A somber choir is beginning to sing in the background, and he stands up. And I know he comes back as a ghost later of course - but seeing him stand??  Others didn't like it I saw - but i don't care!!  It was superbe in my humble opinion.

And Banquo-! Fleance is only about eight or something in this, a bit younger than I thought he was in the play - but nonetheless: Banquo is a good father. He flees Macbeth to protect Fleance once Macbeth begins turning into Stalin; and then, when Banquo is poisoned, he pushes Fleance to 'fly' and fights to pull the emergency break on the train so his son can escape. It's just.... So sad.

I really wanted to make a wallpaper for Banquo as he has long been a dear character of mine in that play and this film....  It cemented that feeling and I really wish I'd been ably to find any pictures for it. Alack-a-day, that I could not....  I'll have to suffice with one of the Lady and Lord Macbeth....

And then! And then! The ghost scene! Let's not leave the real one out! No, never leave that out. Especially when it's Banquo.

It was creepy. Rather. And he is covered  in blood and that dining table is insanely strong and he just....stands there. He says nothing, terrifies Macbeth, and makes no sign, He just....stands there.

Lady Macbeth really is quite pretty - but that might have been the excellent Forties costuming and themes - although I could never say if it's completely accurate. *laughing* And goodness!!  Macbeth! If I hadn't already thought so, his acting like a terrified child hiding behind his wife from the ghost would only have further connected him with Ahab....

And then, they dance. For whatever reason. And for whatever other reason that dancing scene is rather unsettling and terrifying in its own right. No real idea why - there's just something about it.....

But then Banquo appears again! And he stand there. gory locks and all. And he makes no sign. And he just stands there. "Avaunt! And quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee!"

And Macbeth shouts at the ghost which only he can see, and his words....  His words accuse him as a whole even as the spectre's hand does. "Or be alive again." They don't know Banquo's dead....  It's not that hard to connect the dots when counted all together. Not that hard to figure out who else had motive.

And Banquo smiles. Macbeth confronts him, and he smiles.

And then he disappears.

He smiles, and he disappears. Fleance is safe, and Macbeth will fall.

Does any of that even make SENSE to another????

And then the entire World War II aesthetic!!!  I love the Forties. That and Shakespeare? A triumph my dear, a triumph.

When shall we three meet again?

It was....an excellent if quite gory adaptation and I fully enjoyed it although I mourn there are no more pictures that I can use.

But a gory, bloody, wounded ghost!!  *shudders* Still creepy.

This, by the way, is the result of nightmares: I don't sleep. Voila!


No lightning, thunder, or dread paths -
What remains save what men hath?
A changing road can still be followed,
Some mercy can still be allowed -
But at which point does madness cover
Guilt for a crime one would do over?
At what point do forces outside
Expunge the guilt for those who've died?
Someone must pay for all the sins -
He who does wrong can't always win.
But so often excuses linger;
And what point can we  point fingers
And say that traitors must be killed?
Each man with his treason is filled.