rivetters

ninalanfer asked:

Sola didn't bother knocking. Sein knew they were here, he had to. So she just led Rivett into the apartment, looking around. "Sein?" she called. "You here?" - solethebirdy

He watched them entering from the upstairs’ balcony, eyes fixed on the smaller turian, waiting to see would the boy notice the difference in the room. The small misplaces of furniture and objects. It was a test to see had his teachings actually gotten through to his son after all these years and had Rivett learned to memorize familiar places. All for his own safety. All for a survival.

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Jacques Rivette-TOP 10 fIlms- Cahiers 1954-1966.

-1957

  • A King in New York (Charles Chaplin)
  • Beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Fritz Lang)
  • Bigger Than Life (Nicholas Ray)
  • Saint Joan (Otto Preminger)
  • Ensayo de un crimen (Luis Buñuel)
  • The True Story of Jesse James (Nicholas Ray)
  • Gycklarnas afton (Ingmar Bergman)
  • The Crucified Lovers (Kenji Mizoguchi)
  • An Affair to Remember (Leo McCarey)
  • Fear Strikes Out (Robert Mulligan) 

Billy

 

We spent the night, naked, filming each other slowly removing scissors from under couch cushions with coat hangers. We spent the night, naked, smoking that surprise bag of weed I found in my sock drawer. We spent the night, naked, playing a Laurie Anderson Cd-Rom. We spent the night, naked, moving your neighbor’s pottery wheel up three floors and watched him demonstrate how he’ll use it to press up against women. We spent the night, naked, smoking from a gravity bong. We spent the night, naked, on mushrooms watching Hentai and making bad John Knowles analogies about our friendship. We spent the night, naked, drunk and high, watching four-hour Jacques Rivette movies. We spent the night, naked, walking around Rogers Park scouting filming locations. We spent the night, naked, waiting for you to get to my party. We spent the night, naked, walking around Madison Square Garden after taking four hits of acid for our first trip.  We spent the night, naked, playing the Barbie board game with my mom. We spent the night, naked, sacrificing a pound puppy and reading from the Necronomicon. We spent the night, naked, hating Jim Jarmusch’s “Dead Man.” We spent the night, naked, writing a puppet play about Apollo and Daphne. We spent the night, naked, while you shit your pants from too much whiskey. We spent the night, naked, doing blow. We spent the night, naked, walking out of Jim Belushi/Arnold Schwarzenegger movies so you could lose your virginity. We spent the night, naked, carrying Terry’s casket. We spent the night, naked, hanging a picture of Karl Mark over your toilet only to have your roommate accuse us of being patriarchal. We spent the night, naked, listening to Red Krayola’s “Kangeroo.” We spent the night, naked, at someone’s house because yours was too full of what you couldn’t share with me. We spent the night, naked, waiting to go to your funeral the next day. We spent the night, naked, doing nothing but being naked together.