Showing posts with label Kubrick makes me want to fuck people in gangrenous wounds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kubrick makes me want to fuck people in gangrenous wounds. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

A while back, when I was starting to get more and more into Stanley Kubrick as a director, I found a blog that someone wrote that pretty much helped me realize how to not be an obsessive fan.  But seriously...if you've got an hour or two and feel like delving into the psyche of a seriously obsessed and deranged person, please read it.


And if someone wouldn't mind drawing this as a tattoo flash so I can get that shit done, I'd appreciate it.  All I want is the key tag, the key and the door knob, so don't go crazy, but make it look sexy, alright? Thanks.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

I've got to find something Kevin can't make fun of me over.

Last night I watched Stanley Kubrick's The Shining on Bravo, which, in the long run was kind of a mistake.  I mean, I can get through that movie without the swearing, but without titties? Those titties are the only thing that hold me from screaming like little twin girls in that movie.

Today, I was going to try to find a screen capture of the scene where Wendy Torrence pushed Little Danny Torrence out of the bathroom window down that awesome snow drift, and try to figure out if they used a midget stunt double or a full sized one. Instead, I found this:



So, I hope you enjoyed. Click here for something gross, and here for something cute.