Yeah, ATPM is one of the first “Super Serious” movies I ever watched. If my memory is correct, it was a WBFF Sunday Afternoon movie. As a young presidential dork, and someone who’s been fascinated with the organism of Richard Nixon since he was in short pants, it was right up my alley. I’ve seen it a dozen times or so, but admittedly, I haven’t seen it since 2005.
ATPM is great. It’s so great that people’s memory of Watergate is informed by that and “I’m not a crook.” Honestly whenever I think about former post editor Ben Bradlee, Jason Robard’s face is the first image that comes up (Which is spectacular because Ben Bradlee’s face has tremendous amounts of character). It’s also a good movie about the business of reporting. It’s not perfect, and there’s a lot of “Hollywood glamour” (I’m of the opinion that the actual business of journalism is essentially unfilmable), but there’s also a lot of tedious busywork, cold calling, rolodex flipping, and street work, which is important in a movie about a newspaper trying to decipher a complicated conspiracy.
I’ve got to watch it again though, its been a minute.
The invitation is so simple and sincere that Peeta can’t possibly say no. Rye scoots towards the wall and Peeta stretches out next to him, keeping his hand protectively on the boy’s chest as they curl together on the pillow. Rye leans over and kisses the very tip of Peeta’s nose, and before either knows the difference, they are fast asleep.
I’m so happy to be back with my art… And I don’t think there is a better way to start posting again than honouring talented HGRomance on her birthday.
She asked for this precise moment from AtPM, a story that I profoundly adore –Kika, that last update was peeerfect–, so I was more than eager to use her request as a little bday gift. Rosy cheeks and all ;)