“Henrik Holm from Skam is trying out ‘nordnorsk’” (a different dialect/accent) x
I: Do you have any other summer plans than Roskilde?
H: I think it’ll be.. I think it’ll be… I like norwegian summer very much. So I spend my vacation in a cabin. And then I think it’ll be a little trip to Brazil. But mostly on the coast and the hinterland in Norway. It’s the most beautiful there is.
I: You like norwegian summer, what’s your favourite part of Norway?
H: Good question.. I have “nordnorsk” (north norwegian) ancestors. So i’ve been alot to Tromsø, and the landscape there is very different from Oslo and east. And I hate saying favourite. It’s like saying a favourite dish, I don’t do that! And I wouldn’t have said.. it’s so hard! I like north norway and east norway very much. But that’s only because I haven’t been in west enough! I’ve been to Bergen a few times, but I haven’t been to Hadangervidda or Trøndelag. I have been a little to Nordland, but i’ve been alot to Tromsø, and Tromsø is totally amazing, with everything there is in North Norway. Sun at night and..
I: You have north norwegian family, can’t you say a little stanza with dialect?
H: What should I say then?
I: “My name is Henrik, I have had an amazing success as Even in Skam, keep following me and see what I’ll be doing.”
H: Hi, my name is Henrik, and I’ve had an incredibly nice experience in Skam. So follow what I do next, and what’s awaiting.
so i saw a post listing films in foreign languages and i thought i could expand on the list a little bit but my addition got so massive i decided to move it to a separate post. this list will focus on my target languages and feature a little bit of french as well just to spice it up.
films are good for several reasons
usually quite fun
actually challenging if u watch w/o subtitles and the easiest way to achieve immersion in the privacy of your home
might give u cultural insight as well
or encourage you to learn some history!!!!
i’m really tired of people watching almodóvar and being like uuuuuuhuuuu look the great spanish director and forgetting that not only are there spanish films not directed by almodóvar but also that spanish is spoken in other countries as well and GUESS WHAT they produce culture
ok here we go!!!!! im really lazy and my computer is agonizingly slow so i can provide no links. if something interests you search for it et voila
WARNING!!!!! long post
magia salvaje - this is an uber cool colombian film showing largely unexplored areas of colombia which i think is the most beautiful country on earth. it was recommended to me independently by a friend from my spanish class and my colombian pen pal gal. from its website: “magia salvaje es la cinta del mundo natural más ambiciosa realizada en el país (…) [realizada en] 85 locaciones y 20 ecosistemas. (…) un tributo a la belleza de colombia“ tl;dr: cool shit u should watch, it’s available on yt
señor ávila - a p good series filmed by the mexican hbo starring tony dalton as an exemplary father and husband that starts working as a paid killer for the mafia, but it’s not all peachy because it affects his personal life and his son gets into some really deep shit. gets a bit grim at times but good nevertheless
retrato de un comportamiento animal - really cute indie film made in uruguay. an unlikely couple on a trip to brazil. expect nice landscapes and voseo
relatos salvajes - dark humour from argentina, a series of episodes in which people go absolutely bonkers over the most petty shit and also get p violent when you wouldn’t expect them to be. produced by pedro almodóvar if that serves as any recommendation.
la historia oficial - another one from argentina. drama. set during the dictatorship and based on true events, follows a family through a period when they would literally tear lil kids from their mothers and drown the parents if they were enemies of the state. watch it
juana la loca - spanish historical drama about their queen joan the mad
el laberinto del fauno - can we just, omg, ok, i love that film so much. fantasy, set during the civil war in spain. a little girl discovers this world with monsters and other creatures and it’s scary as shit but she goes through these adventures because she cares for her family. watch itttt
doce hombres sin piedad - this is the spanish version of the american classic 12 angry men, recorded in 1973. you can watch it on youtube.
gran hotel - spanish tv series, historical drama sort of downton abbey style. weird shit is happening in this lovely hotel, what do we do??? apparently available on netflix
como agua para chocolate - cute film “about how life used to be in mexico” (imdb) based on the p famous novel by laura esquivel. lovely colours, romantic love and a lot of nice food
los diarios de motocicleta - starring gael garcía bernal in an adaptation of che guevara’s memoir in which young che travels the world on his motorbike
no - ok this is some amazing shit (oscar nomination holaaaa). it’s a chilean film with gael garcía bernal set in the 1980s. in 1988 pinochet held a referendum in which basically if u said “yes” he stayed as te country’s official and lawful leader and if you said “no”, well, he went. the film is about the campaign that sought to get rid of him
talento de barrio - sorry but i couldn’t omit that one. it has daddy yankee in it, period.
la dolce vita - please do yourself a favour and watch it
la grande bellezza - as above. this is my favourite film of all time. look for the soundtrack on yt and you will know why
il bidone - early fellini follows petty thieves in rome
il prefetto di ferro - set in the 1920s. giuliano gemma as cesare mori aka the iron prefect who comes to palermo to deal with the gangs. good shit
ladri di biciclette - directed by vittorio de sica, set in post-ww2 rome, “a masterpiece of italian neorealism” (wiki). a desperate family needs their bicycle to survive
amarcord - comedy/drama, set in the 1930s. coming-of-age. “Fellini skewers Mussolini’s ludicrous posturings … that <<imprisoned Italians in a perpetual adolescence>> by mockig himself and his fellow villagers in comic scenes tha underline their incapacity to adopt genuine moral responsibility or outgrow foolish sexual fantasies” (wiki). won oscar for foreign language.
gomorra - tv series based on famed novel by roberto saviano. rival mob clans. good shit
il vangelo secondo matteo - “trattando in maniera antidogmatica un argomento di carattere religioso, l’opera fece sensazione e
scatenò un aspro confronto intelettuale sulla stampa, proseguendo le non sopite polemiche per le accuse di vilipendio della religione” (wiki). three oscar nominations.
una vita violenta - poor kid in rome attempts to transform his life after leaving prison
la notte - marcello mastroianni in a study of a deteriorating relationship
la nostra terra - cute film which is literally my aesthetic aka people working the land. educated guy from bologna comes down south to start a community and sell organic veg he will grow himself. featuring creepy mafia guy freshly released from prison and sneaky southerners
la mafia uccide solo d’estate - drama but also a comedy fresh from palermo. lil boy observes how the mob influences people’s lives
il capitale umano - drama. a car accident ties together the lives of two families. people go crazy. great performance by valeria bruni tedeschi
il rosso e il blu - follows the lives of three school teachers as they get really involved in the fucked up lives of their students. confusing but oddly satisfying
latin lover - fun comedy of how a famed actor dies leaving behind a shitload of lovers, wives and children who all meet for his funeral.
trash - an AMAZING brazilian film about two favela boys trying to solve a criminal mystery and unearth corruption before an ill-willed police officer gets to them; all thanks to a wallet found in the dumpster they work in. really good cinema with appearances made by rooney mara and martin sheen
singularidades de uma rapariga loura - modern portuguese film based on a short stories by eça de queirós. a blooming romance meets an unexpected obstacle. spot on aesthetic and cleverly blended cultural references. directed by manoel de oliveira who is THE MAN, check out his ther shit such as the p recent o convento starring john malkovich and catherine deneuve
saneamento básico - p straightforward but fun brazilian comedy in which a small town community will do anything to raise money to fix their sewer system
this is embarrassingly short i will make a separate post to expand
farinelli -an AMAZING film based very loosely on the life of the most famous castrato singer, farinelli. loooveeeee
la religieuse (2013) - a really stuningly made adaptation of denis diderot’s novel about a girl thrown into a convent against her will and desperate to get out who discovers some dark family secrets.
à la ferme - weird indie canadian film with xavier dolan, a gay man travelling to meet his dead boyfriend’s family and terrorised by said’s boyfriend’s horrible brother. more dark family shit for u
yves saint laurent - nice biographical film with pierre niney
dans la maison - terrifying and fascinating drama about how one seductive teenager ruins some families. 10/10 would recommend
les choristes - really good film about how a music teacher transforms the lives of a class of “difficult” boys. set in the 1940s to spice it up
les liaisons dangereuses (1959) - adaptation of laclos’ classic novel, set in the present day. directed by roger vadim.
that’s it - I hope at least one person finds it interesting/helpful!!!
i once promised a crash course in polish thing and i know i’m delaying it horribly but sometime next week i will prepare a similar post about polish films (if u folks are interested, ofc)
A/N: I obviously took some liberties with the storyline, but I tried keeping it as true as possible to the canon history. No beta used this time around, so excuse my mistakes.
Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?
“Remember when I made public all S.H.I.E.L.D.S and HYDRA’S secrets?” Natasha leaned against the conference table, a small smirk on her face.
“Good times,” Steve retorted, eyeing Bucky who looked to Nat for more information.
“Well, I went through all the files again with a little extra care,” she walked over to the large computer screen and flicked it with a finger. A hologram interface of the computer screen popped up, showing both men all the files Nat had gone through.
“Did you find her?” Bucky walked closer to the hologram and gazed at the files in front of him, trying to make sense of it all.
“Well, it wasn’t easy. They knew how to hide her.”
“How?” Steve looked over at the redhead, clearing his throat.
“She was under a different alias, but they did have her,” Nat typed something on the computer and another hologram popped up.
Steve’s heart dropped when his eyes met the image in front of him. It was a black and white grainy photo of you sitting down at a table, a HYDRA officer sat beside you. Steve stared at the still of you and recognized right away that look on your face.
He saw fear in your eyes and it pained him. They had taken you without him ever knowing and when he had to take the Valkyrie under, he had taken comfort in knowing you were okay. But now he knew the truth, you were not okay.
“That is her, right?” Nat placed a hand on Steve’s shoulder and he had to pry his eyes from the photo to nod at his friend.
“It’s her,” he whispered quietly, turning away from the image. His heart was pounding in his chest so rapidly, he had to take a seat because his knees wanted to buckle in. Bucky watched his friend move to one of the conference chairs with a look of despair on his face, before turning his attention to Natasha.
“When did she escape?”
“I didn’t find an exact date, but I did find a report on her,” again she pulled up more files from the computer and displayed them via hologram.
Bucky crossed his arm against his chest and read over the report in front of him. A few minutes later, he let out a deep exhale. “They were going to kill her.”
Steve snapped his head up, “They were going to what!”
“After you were presumed dead, there was an order to end her life,” Bucky sighed into his hand and flicked the information away with disgust “But they didn’t, Steve.”
“How do we know that!” Steve argued lifting himself out of the chair, his eyes flickered from Bucky to Nat.
She smiled and raised an eyebrow at the man, “Augustine Oberst, he was the one that helped her escape.”
Steve sat on the edge of his bed, his bags packed for the trip to Brazil where Augustine Oberst’s only son was alive and could very well be the key to finding you. Or at least answer some questions, possibly give a lead to where you could be. If you were still alive.
The handsome blond sighed, trying his hardest to hold on to the fading hope he had. His fingers stroked the front of the blue photo album in his lap, working their way to the edge of the book. He slowly opened the cover and the very first photo he saw brought a smile to his face. Steve pulled it out of the clear pocket and held it up to his face.
It was the one of the last photos taken of him before the serum. The photographer was Rose, who had just gotten the Kodak 35 Rangefinder and she had asked if she could take photos of the pair of you. Steve wasn’t too keen on it, but he saw how excited you were, so he went with it. Rose had taken at least a dozen photos, but when she brought the prints over to the apartment a few days later, it was his favorite of the bunch.
The two of you were sitting on a park bench, under a large oak tree. His hand was settled around your shoulder, your head leaned against his shoulders. The still was taken from behind, the sun was beaming down on the two of you, lighting your figures up perfectly.
Shutting his eyes, he could feel the sun from that day on his face. The feel of your head against his shoulder, the smell of green grass in his nose. He remembered that day so perfectly, the blissfulness of sitting on that bench, fingers entangled with yours.
Now you were like a ghost he could never see, but he felt you. Not a day had gone by, since he had woken up that he didn’t think of you or the years he spent loving you.
Opening his eyes, a guilt washed over him, like a cold ocean wave. Steve hated thinking about those good times, because it only reminded him of what he had lost. If he had not been so hell bent on joining the war, things could have been different. If he had just said no to the serum, how different his life could have been. His mind flickered back to that very day and he allowed himself a smile, because he remembered how anxious you were. Steve always thought you were cute when you turned into a puddle of nerves and that day, you were the cutest girl around.
You stood in front of Steve, listening to him reassure you. “Sweetheart, it’s going to be fine.”
“I’m scared, Steve,” you placed a hand on his bare shoulder and tried your best to give him a smile.
“Ah, come on love. You know me, I’m always fine,” Steve placed a hand on your face and caressed his thumb against your cheek.
You nodded and pressed your forehead against his, “I love you, Rogers.”
Your husband grinned and kissed you softly against the lips, “You’ll love me even more when this is all over.”
“Never,” you chuckled pulling from him. “I don’t think it’s possible to love you more than I do right now, standing right here in front of all these people. Who are staring quite rudely.”
Steve laughed and looked over to Dr. Erskine, who asked if he was ready. Taking a deep breath, he nodded and turned back to you. “It’s time.”
Holding back tears, you pressed a hard kiss onto his lips. And when Peggy Carter appeared at your side, offering to walk with you up to the viewing booth, you followed her up the stairs. Once at the top, you stopped and gave Steve a long hard look. Desperately you tried to memorise the lines of his face and the way he smiled warmly up at you as he laid down onto the table.
“He’ll be fine,” Peggy explained politely with a smile, motioning for you to follow her.
“He better be,” you said quietly, stepping into the viewing room. “We have plans.”
You walked over to the glass window and pressed a hand to it, Peggy watched the way you stared intently down at Steve as Dr. Erskine started talking into a microphone, he called Steve “the subject” and it made you wince. Peggy touched your elbow and pulled you back toward the seats, her smile was meant to relax you, but you sat down with a bundle of nerves. Dr. Erskine counted down from 5 then Howard Stark started to turn the handle to start the procedure. You held back a gasp as the table Steve was on moved up and entrapped him in some sort of capsule. A moment later, a blinding light started to rise throughout the room, your eyes screamed for you to look away, but you couldn’t .
And then Steve screamed.
You immediately ran out the viewing room and onto the balcony. Peggy ran after you and yelled for them to stop the machine, you echoed her words, gripping at the railing.
“NO! DON’T!I CAN DO THIS!”
Steve’s voice was loud and determined. So you swallowed the urge to scream and held your breath. Held it until the blinding light dimmed and the capsule opened.
Your heart pounded with anticipation, willingly him to be alive. To be okay.
And then it opened, your mouth let out a dry grasp. The man inside the now opened capsule wasn’t Steve, not the one you knew. It was like Steve was suddenly filled in, his body was well sculpted, glistening with sweat across his abs. His biceps were muscular and he was much taller, your entire body stilled with shock. You watched the german doctor and another man help Steve out of the machine, everyone in the viewing room rushed out and down the stairs, Peggy along with them. But you couldn’t move. Your eyes were glued to your husband and you saw Peggy suddenly in front of him, saying something, but his eyes were searching for something.
He slowly lifted them to the top of the landing and a small smirk fell onto his face, he took a step forward. But suddenly everything had happened so fast, an explosion erupted from the viewing room and you fell to the ground, shielding your head with your hands. Shots were fired and chaos rose up in the room.
“Y/N!” Steve’s voice yelled out to you, but you froze in horror. There were shouts and cries, as a few men flew up the stairs. More shots were fired and you screamed when a bullet slicked passed you, Steve ran up the stairs as one man got away. He kneeled down and quickly grabbed you into his now firm chest. HIs eyes wandered down to the now dead doctor and he fueled with anger, but you were shivering against his body.
“Beautiful, it’s me, It’s okay,” Steve’s hand pulled your head up to face him and his heart broke, there was an expression of fear on your face he had never seen.
“Steve?” you whimpered sliding a hand around his neck, but quickly you pulled away. “Go. Go get him.”
You saw an inner struggle written all over his face and you managed a soft smile. “I’ll be right here, go before he gets away.”
Steve wanted nothing more than to kiss you long and hard, but you were right. So he took off.
A second later, Peggy ran passed you and right out the door.
You collapsed on the ground, making the mistake of looking down to where Dr. Erskine laid dead. A hand flew over your mouth, tears wet your face. And you didn’t move from the spot, until nearly 20 minutes later, when a warm hand touched your shoulders.
“Beautiful,” even his voice was a tad bit different.
Steve helped you off the ground, his chest was nearly visible through the tight cotton shirt he had on. A few people came rushing up the stairs, wanting to talk to Steve, but Peggy who came in with Steve, pushed them away.
“Let’s give them some privacy, there will be time for questions,” she smiled at the pair of you, before motioning everyone back down the stairs.
Like a deer in headlights, you couldn’t stop staring at the new man in front of you. A panic rushed over your body, was this really Steve? Your Steve?
“It’s me,” he spoke quietly, as if he could read your mind.
Rendered speechless, tears once again graced your face. Steve shook his head and couldn’t think of the right words to say, so he decided to show you. He pulled you by the waist and wrapped his arms around you, his blue eyes looked into yours with such a loving gaze. You couldn’t help but think about how much taller he was, it felt strange to be in his arms like this. And then he kissed you long and hard, lifting you up from the ground, just like he always wanted to. His kiss was the same as always, just a little more power behind them. Realization swam over you, when he broke his lips from yours and placed you back down. Your hands cupped his face, moving it side to side. Steve was still there.
“It’s you,” you cried out through a laugh. “Thank god, it’s you.”
He pressed his forehead against yours with his hands on your neck. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Rogers.”
The two of you kissed again, this time with a gentle ease. His body was different, but the way his mouth danced against yours, the slow deliberate way he moved his hands through your hair and the way he taste. It was still your Steve.
Finally pulling away, you smiled up at your husband and the two of you shared a private laugh.
Everything would be just fine.
Steve carefully placed the photo back in it’s place and tucked the album into his backpack. He checked his watched and realized it was about time. The plane Tony had charted for Bucky and him to Brazil was scheduled to leave soon, so he grabbed his duffel bag and tossed his black backpack over his shoulder.
“Captain, the car has arrived to take Mr. Barnes and you to the airport,” F.R.I.D.A.Y.S voice spoke over the P.A. system in his room. He thanked her and walked over to his door, his eyes scanned his room and he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d like it. If you were alive and well, could the two of you just pick up where you left off? Or would things be different. Would you be a different? There was no denying that Steve was a changed man, that the man who came out of the ice was not the same man that went under. The real question and Steve’s greatest concern was if you would still love him.
And there was only one way that question could be answered, he had to find you.
Hate was an easy emotion. To loathe someone was a simple task. To dread a being with every fiber of your being? Not necessarily an impossible task.
Maybe love and respect was more difficult – maybe learning how to do as simple as like another was why society was so.. hard-headed about their ideals.
But, hating was simpler than loving, he knew that much.
This was the principal of a local high schooler, in his junior year, was a struggling football player that desired to be at the top. An unrealistic goal, yes, but impossible? No.
Luke lets out a long sigh, throwing open the rusty, old locker of the physical education building and pulling off the sweat-stained jersey off of his body. Maybe (just maybe.) one day he’d be able to open his mindset to something more than just sports and negativity.
Then again, he was too focused on competition to redirect his attitude toward certain individuals.
And as if on cue, she had to appear in the boy’s locker room, by his locker. Her lips were tightened into a straight line, hair pushed into a pony as she blinked a couple of times as if she was thinking about.. something.
“Y/N,” a voice called not far from him, voice deeply locked in an accent, flirtatious — and Calum Hood. “Babe, you do know this is the boy’s locker room, right?” Not that they were together, Calum loved to toy with anyone available (well, not always). Luke didn’t hate him for his attitude, he envied his status.
She glanced at him, eyebrows raised as her tongue clicked and eyes rolled back in annoyance. “Don’t call me that, Hood.”