Daniel Radcliffe, Chloe Grace Moretz, ‘Spider-Man’s’ Tom Holland Set Sail for ‘The Modern Ocean’
Anne Hathaway, Keanu Reeves, Daniel Radcliffe, Chloe Grace Moretz and Jeff Goldblum will star in Shane Carruth‘s indie drama “The Modern Ocean” alongside Tom Holland, Asa Butterfield and “Beasts of No Nation” breakout Abraham Attah, it was announced Tuesday.
Carruth will also star in the movie, which FilmNation Entertainment
will begin shopping to international buyers at the upcoming American
Film Market. The script is said to be 200 pages long and feature
pictures and diagrams.
“The Modern Ocean” chronicles a competition for valuable shipping
routes and the search for a hidden cache of priceless material. The film
is said to explore the powerful need for vengeance in a secretive world
filled with mysterious technologies and bitter rivalries.
Modern Ocean” is being produced by Blackbird’s Lawrence
Inglee, Carruth’s erbp Film and Tadmor’s Eyal Rimmon.
「巫女」:: They’d gone to Okinawa for a week. It was warmer there-and the ocean breezes were quite lovely. The miko sat on a very ends of a jedi, down next to the water-on the last rock. Her feet were in the ocean and she was kicking them back and forth idly musing::
“Wonder what it would be like to have a tail, and be a mermaid…”
"That day. Could you ever have imagined they would say two?" He looks up from where he's sprawled behind me on the couch and seemingly mesmerized tracing circles on the mountain that is my stomach. God I love his eyes. I hope one of the tiny heartbeats that match mine will one day match him. "Hmm? Two? Well, I was terrified of one so no two never entered my mind. But I love it even more now. I can't get enough of you. So more of us? Kinda perfect Jen." He sighs and kisses my stomach. "So perfect
Looking up to him, i smile softly. “I’m just scared,” I shrug.
“Scared?” he frowns
“Yeah. Scared for the people around us, who’ll have to live with four of us, instead of two.”
Josh shakes his head. “Damn. You’re right.”
I think about our first meeting. About our thousand of moments together. The zombie discussions, the pizzas, the cats roleplaying, the ocean pee sessions, my lack of filter, him questionning himself over human flesh in an interview, me flashing the middle finger in front of the press.
And I truly wonder what could possibly come out when you mix all of this together.
“I’m scared too, now,” Josh tells me. “The world is so not ready for that much awesomeness.”
Kouichi looked over at the small stack of books on his bedside table. Some of the book covers were worn with yellowed pages, some of them dog eared. Occasionally he would pick one up and flip through it, looking at the small notes that were scrawled in black ink in the margins.
He loved these books. They all meant something to him. The smell the books gave off from the old pages, the stories that unfolded in them. They were gifts that he cherished.
It was several weeks after his 24th birthday. He had thought that maybe things would be different, but it was still all the same. Working two jobs, coming home to his apartment, trying to figure out what he wanted to do with his college diploma. In between all this he would go out with friends and grab some drinks occasionally, but it wasn’t the norm for him. Although he was one of the most well known boys through middle school and high school, he didn’t like playing it off like he had been. He acknowledged that he was well known, but he didn’t let that get to him. He guessed his bout of popularity throughout his younger years had been because he had been one of the top soccer players at the school, which thanks to him and his teammates, they were able to win several championships. But after the fun and games, he always enjoyed going home and sitting in his bedroom, looking out the window and riding a book or writing down a poem that he thought up in his head.
He tousled his brown hair with his fingers and grimaced. His hair was starting to get long again, but he didn’t feel like walking across town to get it cut today. Instead, he picked up the book lying on the bottom of the stack on his bedside table and walked toward the front of his house. He listened to the small creaks the floorboards made in his apartment. It was a nice place. It was small, but just big enough that someone could breathe in it without feeling claustrophobic. He liked to keep everything neat for the most part, but he decided to overlook the dirty plates that were sitting in his sink from last night. His brother, Kouji, had been driving across the city and had stopped by. Kouji was younger than him, and pretty much the opposite. He reveled in the attention of others, and always had his arm around some petite girl’s shoulders. But it had been nice seeing his brother. They were several years apart, but they were close, and he felt comfort when Kouji would come to him for help.
But now the place was quiet again. He didn’t feel like putting on any music because he felt like it would just be a distraction, and not a solution. He loved the quiet, and yet, it made him feel lonely when he had to live with it for so long. Maybe he would get a cat. Or a dog. But he couldn’t think of too many dogs that would be able to comfortable lay on his lap, as he read the newspaper or played a crossword. A cat would be nice.
He sighed and gave a small smile anyway. It was a little lonely, but he would be fine. He was always slightly introverted in contrast to the rest of his family. But it didn’t mean that he didn’t miss the constant chatter of others.
Walking out the door, he locked it behind himself and out of habit, checked his pocket for his apartment key, nodded to himself, closed the door, and walked out of the building.
The breeze hit him as soon as he walked out the door. It was coming in from the west today, so he could smell the salt and sand of the ocean, just four blocks away. He wasn’t sure why, but something about the smell, the summery feel to it, and the way the sun was shining perhaps, but he felt that it wouldn’t hurt to maybe not go to his usual hangout at the coffee shop today. Granted it was closer, but it had rained for about a week straight, and the sun finally coming through the clouds was a scene that would make the most cynical person smile.
And so he walked to the beach. He would watch the waves, and see, maybe something new would be in store for him there.