in bruges colin farrell: a soft irish potato, round and smol. needs many hugs cuddling comfort love. moody, bad at maths, sad, deserved better. may or may not be dead. eyebrows.
fright night colin farrell: what the fucking flying fuck happened here i mean jesus christ this dude t h i s d u d e what the F U C K happened what the h e l l oh my god even ur grandma is blushing he smiles and u burst into flames the fuck is wrong with you my man why u rubbing apples on ur chest how did so much change in 3 years this is NOT OKAY im yellign the fuck ?? is happening fucking fuck time to fucking die holy hecking hell im sw e a ti n g aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
There’s a Christmas tree somewhere in London with a bunch of presents underneath it that’ll never be opened.
In Bruges (2009), dir. Martin McDonagh
I wanted to draw a poster for this movie last year and I’ve only
succeeded now, so I’m putting it up in honor of the
season & before the year draws to a close.
In Bruges is actually my ultimate favorite among Christmas
films, because it’s unafraid to look at the dark, melancholic side of the holidays. Also, the narrative of redemption / absolution / sacrifice gives it a genuine religious edge, making it a bizarre outlier among the droves of (very
secular) holiday movies; I’m not even religious, myself, but there’s something very human and touching in the way the themes of
sin and forgiveness are handled here.