liberty shots

What’s wrong with me?– Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: Can I request a Jeff imagine me where he’s been asking you out for a while now and you always turn him down? So one day you hear him talking to clay about how it’s actually starting to hurt him a bit cuz what’s wrong wit him? And his jock buddies give him shit and tease him about which upsets him so you shock all of them by going up and kissing him which leads to a hot makeout and ask him on a date.

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Reader’s point of view.

Your name: submit What is this?

I smiled looking at myself through the rearview mirror. I loved when my mom had the day off, that meant I could get the car to school, save me the monotonous and disgusting bus rides. It isn’t as if my mother went out to have fun, her days off from work, she is doing yoga in front of the TV, it wasn’t too much that the “coach” was too attractive. I shivered and concentrated on the road, until that point I was already entering the Liberty High parking lot. The disadvantage of bringing the car is that I mistrusted and was late, something that wouldn’t happen if I were traveling in the yellow device. Now finding a parking lot would be a challenge.

After a full turn, I finally find a decent place, not so far but not so close to the door, perfect. Before maneuvering to enter that space, a car closed the way and got into MY place. I stepped on the brakes and glared at the bold.  I knew the car perfectly. Instead of staying there, I found another place to two cars away, from that to stay grumbling. Yes, I was too lucky.

“Are you serious, Atkins?” I raised my voice after getting out of the car and hanging my backpack over my shoulder.

Jeff was walking toward me with a big smile and fiddling with the keys of his carriage. Asshole.

“This becomes a danger zone every morning, Y/L, you would know if you brought your car every day”

“Funny”

I started to walk with him to my side. We were in the same course, connected in our first year, we were good friends, maybe I could even consider him my best friend, it’s not like I had many in high school. Most were either useless sportsmen, or just people who weren’t worth it.  He was taking me with a few, especially since Jeff was very close to them, almost entering his social circle. They were not bad guys, but somewhat immature for my taste. Sometimes they made me laugh.

“So I heard that this new movie will be on Saturday … Let’s go together?”

Yeah, we were good friends though Jeff was determined to change that. My friend was attractive, too much to admit, but my mind was somewhere else to focus on a boyfriend. In addition, our friendly relationship worked perfectly, we sometimes studied together, I was going to see him at his baseball games, and I even stayed after school with him and Clay for his tutorials. I could come and go as often as i wanted and he did that too. We were perfectly fine, why did we need a label? What if “being dating” didn’t work? All those years of friendship would go away. Just to think about my last months in this institute without the company of my best friend, to be avoiding it by the corridors and to meet us in uncomfortable looks, left me the sensation to be without air. No, I wouldn’t let him lose it for a silly etiquette.

“How on a date?” I remembered that I hadn’t answered him.

I turned to look at him and he smiled in embarrassment. Jeff Atkins was never embarrassed. He was the most honest and funny guy on the whole site. If I didn’t know Clay Jensen, I would sign with blood that Jeff was the only one. Everyone else behaved more like idiots.

“Yes?” His answer sounded more like a question. Well, he left the decision to me again.

I sighed and settled the backpack as a reflex act.

“You did a good swing, Atkins, but I’m sorry to say you got a strike”

He raised his eyebrows and I smiled, wanting to erase the rejection I had given him. It hadn’t been the first, but sometimes I felt like the bad in this relationship. Our “dates” were reduced to exits between friends, and that was because I was in charge of enlisting Sheri with us and him, usually Clay. At one time, we invited Hannah, but lately she was walking in her own world, feeling the tension only to approach her. Too bad, it turned out to be a really fun girl.

I increased my pace. We didn’t have to stay together in the hall, our first period was different, while he was killing himself in history, I had to endure the headache of algebra. I also needed help but no one threatened to get me out of a team simply because I didn’t belong to any. That was how it was.

“Are you serious?” The good thing about my best friend is that he took rejections with grace. “You are very rude to me, Y/N!”

“I see you at rest!” I shouted at him in response and unconsciously stepped up. I never let him see guilt in me after an Olympic rejection.

At lunchtime, we took our usual table; Clay kept his eyes on his task that ignored our mini meal fight between Jeff and me. He made me eat one of his fries, but they were too greasy for my liking. Thanks to that, we didn’t go unnoticed, neither by his companions as for the rest of the school. Suddenly, I noticed how his teammates were passing by and said things to Jeff that I couldn’t grasp, used as keys that I didn’t understand. I looked at Jeff who looked down for a few seconds before turning to see me and smiling as if nothing.

“What was that?”

“It’s nothing.” He grabbed his backpack and stood up. “See you after school, Jensen?”

For the first time, Clay looked up and nodded. Jeff said goodbye to both of us and left in the opposite direction to his companions, I frowned even confused; it was incredible how my friend’s mood changed in a few seconds. I bit my lip and pushed aside my tray of food, strangely I was without appetite.

“What’s wrong with Jeff?” I asked. Clay knew him as well as I did.

The boy shrugged and looked in the direction where our friend had disappeared. I said goodbye to Clay, especially since I had just seen Hannah Baker enter the cafeteria. Jeff and I had a plan, before we graduated, we had to get these two to have something. They were too shy to approach the one and the other that we decided to intervene, rather I joined the cause, because it was a kind of deal between the two men. However, it was difficult, I was going to take care of Hannah, but she was very distant, I couldn’t approach. I sighed and left the cafeteria. I’d waste my time in the locker.

I doubted if it would be a good idea to interfere with the tutoring hours of my friends, I don’t know what was different now, if I always did, but my best friend’s behavior was too strange after the cafeteria. It made me panic to approach him. Among my doubts, I ended up in the school library, if I wandered around maybe in the end would encourage me to approach your table. I ended up on one of the closest shelves, Jeff and Clay seemed to be talking about something that didn’t look like tutorials since neither of them looked at their respective books. I went a little closer, covering my face with a book chosen at random. I pretended to read it.

“Jeff Atkins, asking me for advice on relationships?” I listened to Clay with humor. “The deal was supposed to be that you would help me with it, not the other way around.” I lowered the book a little to notice my best friend with his eyes on Pencil playing between his fingers. I went back to cover “I was paying my salary in the Cresmont that you would never go through this”

I bit my lip, afraid to know now what they were talking about, or rather … of whom. I repressed the book down again.

“I don’t know what else to do, dude.” Jeff’s voice broke my heart, but why? “She’s not like the other girls I’ve dated, it’s a challenge, but not that kind of challenge.” I started to consider whether it was a good idea to stay or not to listen, but my feet were stuck.

“Don’t stop trying” Clay encouraged.

“I don’t do it. I invite her to go out and it is always the same result: No. “I fear that someday she will get tired and send me to the devil”

My blood ran cold. They had not yet pronounced my name but knew perfectly well that they were talking about me. My hands began to tremble.

“I don’t think so. You two make a good team. It’s hard to see a Jeff without Y/N, or a Y/N without a Jeff” I glanced over and watched my friend smile. I did too. It was true; we could complement us in an incredible way.

I watched Jeff’s profile, again thinking away from his friendship, made me feel short of breath. I couldn’t imagine my life without having met him; he managed to understand me, my problems, my follies and occasionally my pessimism. The random memory hit me on a Saturday that taught me to hit, I could feel his body on my back and his arms around mine, even his hands on mine to help me hold the bat well. It had felt good, I didn’t have the imperative need to get away like when Bryce Walker tried to get too close to me. That guy gave me a very bad spine. Instead, with Jeff, I sometimes needed to have him close to feel that I breathe well, that everything is going its natural course. There was no Y/N Y/L without a Jeff Atkins, it couldn’t, and there was no consistency. It was like going against nature. My heart sped up and I hid my face again between the pages.

“Clay. What is wrong with me?” I had a gasp, only a few verbal rejects, at no time I distanced myself from him, after my negatives we were as normal as ever. Nothing had changed. I had the need to jump and give him a zap, Nothing was wrong with you, Atkins, you’re amazing, the best guy I’ve ever met! But I stood still with the lump in my throat.

“Nothing, dude. Let’s go back to your history essay, you need to distract your mind”

I listened as he agreed to the idea and I moved from shelf to the place where they didn’t see me. I put my hand to my chest and inhaled deep breaths. Why did i feel like crying? Maybe because Jeff didn’t notice the way I did, what could be wrong with him? He was a committed boy, especially now that his position in the team depended on his qualifications, attentive, pleasant, he isn’t of those who believed in rumors … and above all, he was an excellent friend of Clay and mine. How could there be anything wrong with that? Why cann’t you see yourself as I see you? I bit my lip.

“I saw you” Jessica came out of nowhere and gave me the shock of my life. She started laughing “Spying on people’s conversations? That’s too much for you”

I rolled my eyes.

"I guess I couldn’t help it,” I murmured.

“I heard them, too. I’ve never seen Jeff that way; he always has a smile on his face."I nodded to the cheerleader’s words. Suddenly, she started to laugh "Don’t you realize, Y/N?” I looked at her strangely “He’s in love with you! The whole institute knows this, obviously everyone, except you”

“We are good friends”

“So? That doesn’t take away the feelings, the question here is, Are you in love with him? ”

I was silent, I opened my mouth to answer her but I couldn’t, Why couldn’t I? I should deny it, but why didn’t i? Jessica Davis smiled.

“Do I confess something?” I waited quietly. “The way you look at Jeff, is the same way I look at Justin. Think about it. "She winked at me before leaving.

If my best friend’s words had left me frozen, Jessica’s words hit me. I looked over my shoulder toward the boys’ table, was I in love with my best friend? As I would know, I had never fallen in love with anyone in my life.

I ran as if my life depended on it to the baseball field, simply because my friend’s fool had forgotten his bat in the car and I as a good person i was, and because I knew the combination of his locker to get the keys, I did him the favor. Anyway, at home I was expecting some of those Mom’s smooth naturist, I wasn’t very excited to return soon. Before giving me sight in front of the team, I heard the boys howling and booing. I stopped and looked out, Jeff was in front of them, pretending to have difficulty raising the zipper of his sweatshirt. As I perceived quickly, they were making fun of him.

"Give it up at once, Atkins.” One of them said. I frowned. “You’re losing your good reputation for just one girl”

Not again, please. I pressed the bat in my hands.

“Let go and pass her, I assure you that I get an appointment with her long before you,” another of his classmates boasted. I was getting angry.

How could it be that they messed with him for some nonsense? I was nothing special, why did they all talk as if I were some sort of trophy? I looked at Jeff, he was still focused on his feigned task, but the gesture on his lips told me that he was having a bad time, so I got sick, it couldn’t be that my fear of losing him by spoiling everything with a label, So much harm to him. My eyes filled with tears, but I didn’t cry, instead, I smiled and walked resolutely towards them.

“Eh!” Shouted one of them with joy.

I didn’t look at any of them, my eyes were on my best friend’s, wanting to pretend he was more than okay. I didn’t stop until I felt my lips against his. I dropped the bat to our side and wrapped my fingers in his hair pulling him closer to me. His response, in the first place, was that his mouth was sealed by surprise, when he caught what was happening, he joined the same rhythm as me, bringing his hands to my waist. I didn’t part until the shouts of joy of his companions became present.

“Damn!” I recognized the voice of the one who at the beginning bet that I would go out with him.

I looked into Jeff’s eyes and smiled broadly. This kiss, which at first wanted to taste something, simply felt good. I began to feel that I was complete, even though I thought I had been before.

“I thought better, why wait until Saturday? Let’s have a date now.” My best friend’s eyes shone, I felt an extreme happiness inside, not for him, for me. “Oh, better, did you tell me that your parents are not going to be home all day? How about a bit of Netflix and chill? ”

His friends laughed, he too, but a little more shy.

“Come on.” He took my hand firmly.

“Boys” I gave a single glance at their companions, they began to cheer and push, like vile apes.

I laughed and looked back. When we lost sight of the team, Jeff stopped and looked at me even in shock.

“You were serious?”

“About the kiss or Netflix and chill?” I couldn’t stop smiling.

“Both of them”

“Now I know that I’m sure of the kiss” I bit my lip “Of the other, of course I was serious, a little more seriously in the chill part”

Jeff’s smile was the biggest i had ever seen. My heart skipped a beat.

“Then I drive. Later we’ll get back for your car”

Take care of her – Jeff Atkins x Reader

Summary: This happens after Jeff’s death and before Hannah’s suicide. Let’s say, a week after the car accident. Jeff and the reader had been dating for about a year.

I listened to this song while writing the one shot.

Reader’s point of view.

Words: 1737

Your name: submit What is this?

I looked again at the clock of that gray and dull reception. I hit the heel of my shoe against the ground, desperate to get out of here. I had class, moreover, I needed to keep my mind occupied, before anxiety absorbed my body. I took deep breaths as I concentrated on people coming and going. No one dared to glance at me, not even the receptionist. I sighed and looked down at my fingers.

“I’m glad you’re here. Come to my office”

"You quoted me here, Mr. Porter,” I mumbled as I grabbed my backpack and followed. It’s not like I had any other choice. The receptionist had only looked at me when she went after me during the history class.

“Take a seat.” Mr. Porter pointed as he closed the door and walked to his place. I obeyed and dropped my backpack “I found out that you left the squadron”

I shrugged.

“So?” It was nothing to be alarmed about in that way. Mr. Porter smiled, but without any joy.

“It surprises me. According to your colleagues, you enjoyed this activity”

"No more.” I looked away. I had been engaged for the last forty-eight hours in forgetting the moment when I gave up my uniform. Jessica and Sheri insisted that I shouldn’t.

“This week you have continued to do your work, but your teachers have noticed your isolation.” I looked back at the man and sighed “What is going on in your mind, Y/N?”

I let out a bitter laugh.

“Seriously? Are you really asking me that, Mr Porter? ”

“I want to help you, Y/N. It has been difficult to lose someone important, I understand, what happened to Mr. Atkins was a misfortune, but you have to learn the lesson of this …”

"He wasn’t drunk, okay ?! I’m really tired of hearing everyone say the opposite, the teachers wanting to show us a fucking lesson for something they didn’t witness. "I was really annoyed to hear their judgments.” I was the last person I spoke to him, ten minutes before that damn accident. He wasn’t drunk “

"Y/N”

“And I neither wasn’t, if that’s what’s going on in your head, Mr. Porter, I have road education. Moreover, I ‘m not the only one who can testify against such judgments and their moral teachings; Clay Jensen was there with us”

I leaned back in the chair and covered my mouth. I didn’t have to be discussing this with the counselor, I cared little that he tried to help me, I just wanted to occupy my mind in other things, I reserved the nights to think about Jeff and immerse myself in my own agony. I squeezed my eyelids avoiding tears.

"You’re going through a duel, Y/N, and I’m here to help you”

“Listen, I thank you for trying, but no, I don’t want to be helped, just treat me as if I were invisible, like the rest of my classmates out of simple pity. I have to go to class”

"There must be something you want and your spirits up.” Mr. Porter stopped me with those words. I snorted and looked at him.

“All I want now is Jeff Atkins, healthy and happy. And neither can you achieve it”

I grabbed my backpack and hurried out of there. The emptiness in my chest was beginning to make itself felt, and I couldn’t bear to break myself in the face of idiots who would only turn to see me out of curiosity, not because they intended to help me.

The corridors were empty, the first period wasn’t over, I would have to see myself in the annoying need to ask for the notes and task of history, my mood was not fit to return to the room. I wandered through the corridors, aimlessly, unconsciously; I reached the row of lockers, where his was, adorned with his photo and thousands of notes. I felt a lump in my throat. Jeff Atkins was a good guy, someone who cared about uploading his grades, practicing baseball, and getting a college scholarship he had taken this fall. My class is the same as Clay Jensen, so I just should have survived this hell a bit more without Jeff. We had so much plans, I didn’t know if I could follow them by my own foot. Alone. I stopped in front of his locker, my eyes on his, happy, just as I remembered them and that smile that I loved so much. The tears began to come out of my eyes. I ignored the notes that left him, had too many that some were already on others. I took my post it from my backpack and with a random pen scrawled some simple words that he knew them. "You are the love of my life, always will be” I placed the note next to his photo, covering another and I allowed to close my eyes. I remembered the times that surprised him here; I imagined his smile and the moment he put his arm around my shoulders to leave.

“I need you” I whispered.

The bell of the end of the period startled me. I wiped my tears before the first door opened and I walked away from the locker without looking back. Many noticed that I was there; I could feel their eyes behind me, because that is what they had been doing for a week, nobody dared to meet my eyes. I arrived in silence at the communication room. My eyes on the floor, I heard Zach and Justin calling me but I just smiled in their direction, not looking up. I settled at the last table, just in front of those paper bags. I had a few little notes that I refused to take out of my bag, I knew they would be condolences. I fixed my eyes on my notebook.

The class passed in a debate about the prudence in front of the steering wheel, when were they going to surpass that subject? My ears burned just to hear the words car and accident in the same sentence. Several looked at me sideways, hardly anyone dared mention Jeff.

“Excuse me, Professor; Mr. Porter wants to see Clay Jensen in his office”

I quickly looked up at the receptionist whose name I didn’t know, it had to be new or something. My stomach contracted, wouldn’t it? Why Clay was going to go with Mr. Porter? Damn! Clay looked hesitant as he grabbed his backpack. Everyone was silent, I was the only one frozen, by a demon, me and my mouth. When Jensen left the room, the discussion resumed. But I no longer listened to the words, my heart was racing, my hands began to sweat, my ears buzzed, I couldn’t allow this. I knew the relationship between Jeff and Clay, he was also very affected. He was the one who found it. He called the police. He was the one who warned me and held me when I collapsed on the pavement as I recognized Jeff’s car.

“I don’t feel well” I exploded interrupting the class. My breath was starting to fail, I grabbed my backpack, held my chest with my arm, and it started to hurt a lot. As I made my way out, I heard murmurs.

“I heard she’s pregnant, poor Jeff Jr.” I recognized Justin’s voice but what made me turn around was the little laughs.

I looked at them angrily, although I had a cordial relationship with all of them, I had never cared. My eyes collided with the only person who didn’t seem to be amused by this attempt at a joke. Hannah Baker smiled at me, not with joy, but rather wanting to support me, give me strength. I couldn’t return the gesture and left the classroom. I ran down the aisles, hoping to get there before Clay finished in Mr. Porter’s office. Luckily I found him before he went through the doors.

“Jensen!” I screamed with the force my lungs allowed me. He stopped and looked at me in surprise, we had not talked since the funeral.

I slowed my pace and he cut the distance between us. I took a breath.

“I know why he called you,” I said shortly. He waited in silence. “This morning he wanted to talk to me, I was exasperated and I ended up telling him that you also knew that Jeff wasn’t drunk”

He raised his eyebrows. I noticed his gaze darken; however,i hadn’t found any shine these last days.

“It’s okay,” he murmured. He started to leave but almost immediately stopped and turned to see me “There is something else you have to know, Y/N”

My heart stopped for a few seconds. Clay pulled something out of his wallet, a crumpled and stained paper.

“When I found Jeff, there was a note in his hand.” He unfolded it in front of me, my stomach churning as I realized that those spots were my boyfriend’s dried blood.

But the words finally broke me.

“Whatever … Take care of her … Y/N Y / L” The last letters of my surname were barely visible. I took the paper with shaking hands and my eyes clouded.

“He still had the strength to write that.” Clay’s voice sounded broken but calm. “I know how much he loved you, I tried to get close to you, but you didn’t let me in. I didn’t know how to tell you about this”

I looked at him, no matter whether he saw me crying or someone coming out of a room and finding us. I just didn’t care.

"Can I … can I …?”

“Sure.” He pointed to the paper. It was just what I wanted. Stick with the last thing Jeff had written. That made me love him more.

“Ah, Mr. Jensen, Miss Y/L, I hope I can talk to you both.” Mr. Porter stared at mine, waiting for me to run away, but this time I let myself be taken by Clay.

My mind wandered in a Jeff with his last heartbeat writing the same note that now posed in my hands and that had become my main treasure.

6

Edith Head 

1957

Costume sketch for Marlene Dietrich from Witness for the Prosecution

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1951

Costume sketch for Elizabeth Taylor from A Place in the Sun

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1956

Costume sketch for Doris Day from The Man Who Knew Too Much

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1962

Costume sketch for Vera Miles from The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance

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1954

Costume sketch for Grace Kelly from The Bridges at Toko-Ri

1954

Costume sketch for Grace Kelly from Rear Window

The Marvel Comics Planet of the Apes adaptation was based on the original script, which had a sequence where we learned Nova was pregnant. The original ending was that Taylor died after seeing the statue of liberty, shot by an ape sniper, and Nova, pregnant, ran away.

Note also that Taylor looks nothing like Charleton Heston; the comics were legally prevented from using his image due to the then-bourgeoning field of publicity rights. Unlike copyright, which is federal, publicity rights vary by state just like obscenity laws do, a sure-fire recipe for insanity.

THE DARK KNIGHT (2008). Christopher Nolan’s second Batman film stars Christian Bale as John Wayne, Heath Ledger as Lee Marvin, and Aaron Eckhart as Jimmy Stewart in an urban Western update of The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance.

100 Favorite Films

I’ve been shaping this list on and off throughout the past two or three years now, striving to bulk up my backlog of watched movies so I could make the most comprehensive list of my 100 favorite films. I hope to continue discovering and enjoying more works in the coming years; maybe this list will be completely different come three years from now. This list of 100 favorite films was finished August 15, 2015.


001. Mulholland Drive | David Lynch | 2001

002. Paris, Texas | Wim Wenders | 1984

003. Vertigo | Alfred Hitchcock | 1958

004. Woman in the Dunes | Hiroshi Teshigahara | 1964

005. 2 or 3 Things I Know About Her | Jean-Luc Godard | 1967

006. Before Sunrise | Richard Linklater | 1995

007. The Mirror | Andrei Tarkovsky | 1975

008. Branded to Kill | Seijun Suzuki | 1967

009. Through a Glass Darkly | Ingmar Bergman | 1961

010. The Tree of Life | Terrence Malick | 2011

011. Fallen Angels | Wong Kar-wai | 1995

012. The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance | John Ford | 1962

013. Opening Night | John Cassavetes | 1977

014. Taxi Driver | Martin Scorsese | 1976

015. A Moment of Innocence | Mohsen Makhmalbaf | 1996

016. 2001: A Space Odyssey | Stanley Kubrick | 1968

017. Red Desert | Michelangelo Antonioni | 1964

018. Sansho the Bailiff | Kenji Mizoguchi | 1954

019. Sherlock Jr. | Buster Keaton | 1924

020. Charulata | Satyajit Ray | 1964

021. Sonatine | Takeshi Kitano | 1993

022. Children of Men | Alfonso Cuarón | 2006

023. Sans Soleil | Chris Marker | 1983

024. Last Year at Marienbad | Alain Resnais | 1961

025. Memories of Underdevelopment | Tomás Gutiérrez Alea | 1968

026. La Dolce Vita | Federico Fellini | 1960

027. Nashville | Robert Altman | 1975

028. Dog Day Afternoon | Sidney Lumet | 1975

029. Kill Bill | Quentin Tarantino | 2003-2004

030. Teorema | Pier Paolo Pasolini | 1968

031. Point Blank | John Boorman | 1967

032. Journey to Italy | Roberto Rossellini | 1954

033. The Act of Seeing with One’s Own Eyes | Stan Brakhage | 1971

034. Stranger Than Paradise | Jim Jarmusch | 1984

035. Rebels of the Neon God | Tsai Ming-liang | 1992

036. La Roue | Abel Gance | 1923

037. There Will Be Blood | Paul Thomas Anderson | 2007

038. The Blood of a Poet | Jean Cocteau | 1930

039. Yojimbo | Akira Kurosawa | 1961

040. Blade Runner | Ridley Scott | 1982

041. The Son | The Dardenne Brothers | 2002

042. Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia | Sam Peckinpah | 1974

043. Sorcerer | William Friedkin | 1977

044. Brief Encounter | David Lean | 1946

045. Dancer in the Dark | Lars von Trier | 2000

046. Mauvais Sang | Leos Carax | 1986

047. Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans | F.W. Murnau | 1927

048. Norte, the End of History | Lav Diaz | 2014

049. A Short Film About Killing | Krzysztof Kieślowski | 1988

050. The Young Girls of Rochefort | Jacques Demy | 1967

051. Ordet | Carl Theodor Dreyer | 1955

052. The Conversation | Francis Ford Coppola | 1974

053. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind | Michel Gondry | 2004

054. Pickpocket | Robert Bresson | 1959

055. Suspiria | Dario Argento | 1977

056. El Topo | Alejandro Jodorowsky | 1970

057. The Leopard | Luchino Visconti | 1963

058. The Rules of the Game | Jean Renoir | 1939

059. Ghost in the Shell | Mamoru Oshii | 1995

060. Ace in the Hole | Billy Wilder | 1951

061. Don’t Look Now | Nicolas Roeg | 1973

062. The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant | Rainer Werner Fassbinder | 1972

063. Breathless | Jean-Luc Godard | 1960

064. Symbiopsychotaxiplasm | William Greaves | 1968

065. Man with a Movie Camera | Dziga Vertov | 1929

066. Black Narcissus | Michael Powell & Emeric Pressburger | 1947

067. The Conformist | Bernardo Bertolucci | 1970

068. Gun Crazy | Joseph H. Lewis | 1950

069. Out of the Past | Jacques Tourneur | 1947

070. Miami Vice | Michael Mann | 2006

071. Through the Olive Trees | Abbas Kiarostami | 1994

072. Ménilmontant | Dimitri Kirsanoff | 1926

073. The Hit | Stephen Frears | 1984

074. Monsoon Wedding | Mira Nair | 2001

075. Gold Diggers of 1935 | Busby Berkeley | 1935

076. Coming Home | Hal Ashby | 1978

077. Elevator to the Gallows | Louis Malle | 1958

078. Le Cercle Rouge | Jean-Pierre Melville | 1970

079. Belle de Jour | Luis Buñuel | 1967

080. Audition | Takashi Miike | 1999

081. Once Upon a Time in the West | Sergio Leone | 1968

082. Killer of Sheep | Charles Burnett | 1979

083. Daisies | Věra Chytilová | 1966

084. Days of Heaven | Terrence Malick | 1978

085. eXistenZ | David Cronenberg | 1999

086. Beau Travail | Claire Denis | 1999

087. House | Nobuhiko Obayashi | 1977

088. The House Is Black | Forough Farrokhzad | 1963

089. Touki Bouki | Djibril Diop Mambéty | 1973

090. Three Days of the Condor | Sydney Pollack | 1975

091. Blast of Silence | Allen Baron | 1961

092. Light Sleeper | Paul Schrader | 1992

093. No Country for Old Men | The Coen Brothers | 2007

094. Pale Flower | Masahiro Shinoda | 1964

095. Los Muertos | Lisandro Alonso | 2004

096. Ms. 45 | Abel Ferrara | 1981

097. When a Woman Ascends the Stairs | Mikio Naruse | 1960

098. Cloverfield | Matt Reeves | 2008

099. White Heat | Raoul Walsh | 1949

100. Away with Words | Christopher Doyle | 1999