movie – Moami

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if you need any more reasons for watching atomic blonde than charlize theron having a love affair with sofia boutella in 1989 berlin while gorgeous neon and icy blue-black-white cinematography illuminates the political uproar and tension of not only the time of east and west germany but also the spy activity and underground punk scene, then let me convince you by saying that this movie has the balls to include nena’s 99 red balloons, queen’s and david bowie’s under pressure, falco’s der kommissar in an awesome cover and goddamn major tom by peter schilling, and that should tell you what a fucking power move this masterpiece is

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Nobody knows how he does it. It’s strange, really, how the effects in his movies look so real, almost as if the faeries could reach through the screen to steal your nose, as if the sea serpent could rise from the ocean to tug you gently between its teeth.

When the movie director that creates fantastic world’s wins his tenth award, someone finally asks. “How come,” the journalist shouts over the noise of his colleagues, the static of microphones and laughing celebrities almost blocking his voice, “that your movies seem so real? What’s the technology? Who is your team, would you tell us?”

Because the director always accepts his awards and honours and prizes alone. His team “sadly cannot attend this time” and that means every time. Nobody knows who works for him. The best in the entire the industry deny any cooperation (and oh, some may whisper behind switched off cameras about dubious business, because special effects are brilliant nowadays, but even those can’t pretend the impossible.)

This time, the director halts. He turns around. The journalist holds his breath. Could this be his chance? Would he find an answer to Hollywood’s most scandalously expected question? In all his excitement, none of the reporters pays any attention to the bodyguards flanking the director.

Maybe they would have seen a flock of a forked tongue over thin lips. Maybe their eyes would have stuttered in irritation when they caught on a shimmer of horns in the left one’s dark hair.

But they all watch the director.

The director who just, as he always has, smiles and says:

“You just have to be very good at closing contracts.”