10 Oscar Nominations: Best Picture Best Director Cinematography Costume Design Film Editing Makeup & Hairstyling Production Design Sound Mixing Sound Editing Visual Effects
Is it just me, or is it weird that the artist flopped the reference image to make to make it her right arm, rather than her left arm, that’s amputated?
It is time! My new calendar is here. So shiny and chrome.
This post is already super long and annoying so I’ll keep it brief: calendar is free
because I have no time to handle the printing and shipping, so you can print it on your own. However, if you want to support the starving artist, you can buy some stuff from my Society6 or RedBubble stores. Or you can commission me stuff. Or send me a million dollars, I won’t mind.
But impractical. TWo supercharged engines and the intake were both in the path of the sand blast. I am under the impression that the blowers are roots type and cannot be turned off, so this would have dumped large quantities of sand into the engine.
The intakes have covers that close. If I’m not mistaken, you see them close at the beginning of this scene.
I don’t remember them showing them close, but they show them open at the end of the sequence. I gif’d the re-opening, but then decided not to include it in the original set:
I don’t know anything about engines and whether or not this would actually be workable in real life, but it worked for me as fun movie-magic.
Remember that post about the ages? Well, here it is, all nice and organized for your reference.
If you don’t see yourself on this list, congrats and my condolences, you’re in the average of 25! You’re an adult! Celebrate! (Or cry, your preference.)
Joining @xenowhore in the “hey what about me” corner… Still 44 and damn proud of it too! (Also stay tuned for @wastelandelders to become a thing, will be reaching out to you other old people soon for input!)
I win!
I was going to correct it (being only 53), but then I realized it was because I’d followed the lead of the previous posters who were saying things like “23 in May”. So I’d reblogged with “54 in March”.
It’s fun to be back among the ranks of those who look forward to the joy of being older, and hence inflate, rather than deflate, their age.
Also, I believe @redshoesnblueskies said something like “fiftymumblemumble”, so there’s still hope there.
George [Miller] just showed the truth of who we are as women, and that’s even more powerful. Women thrive in being many things. We can be just as dark and light as men. We’re more than just nurturers, more than just breeders, we’re just as conflicted. Not to brag, but I think women are better at embracing the dichotomy of the yin and yang than men. – Charlize Theron
So, this happened months ago but I think it’s still a worthy tale.
I was going to a conference this summer that I knew a bunch of my friends from all over the country who are also Fury Road fans would all be at. It’s not a film-related conference, but we kept half-joking that we should organize a MMFR screening because so many of us liked the movie. Except it was one of those situations where everybody was saying “yeah, we should do that,” with nobody doing it, so I was like Okay mofos, you all are talking about it but I will actually do it.
Because of the location of the conference and the fact that it was a number of weeks after Fury Road had come out, it was determined that going out to a movie theater was not practical. But most of us were staying in the conference hotel, and it turned out someone who was a fan who lived in the host city of the conference had a projector, and someone else had speakers, and someone else who maybe had learned how to schmorrent exclusively for this purpose got a copy of the movie. And then it turned out that all of the people I’d be sharing my hotel room with weren’t getting in until the second night of the conference, which meant that on the first night I’d have a hotel room all to myself, and that just seemed like fate. So I Facebook messaged maybe a dozen people who I knew were fans to say that we were all watching MMFR in my hotel room that night after the last event of the conference, and I expected maybe half of them to show up.
Except…somehow the word spread and people kept asking me about it. And of course I was like, yeah, invite anyone you want, cause it’s not like I was going to tell people to not watch Fury Road. Except, clearly I now had an obligation to deliver.
So another superfan and I spent the dinner break figuring out the best angle to project from and painstakingly taping a hotel bedsheet to the ceiling of the room to use as a screen, and then worrying that it would fall down because it was a much nicer sheet than any I own and therefore heavy. (It stayed up.) And it turned out that another fan solved the problem with the projector I couldn’t figure out, and the person who was doing the conference A/V for us had a cable we were missing, and I found a workaround for the speakers initially not hooking up to the projector.
And then people started showing up and they…kept showing up. People were sitting on the beds and on the chair and on the floor and on each other’s laps, and at one point there were at least two people sitting on a bench in the corner watching the movie through the opposite side of the sheet from everybody else. And in case you’re wondering how many people you can cram into a hotel room to watch a movie on a sheet, the answer is somewhere between 22 and 25, and the reason I don’t know the exact number is that some people showed up after we started the movie and it was dark, and some of them were friends of friends so I still don’t know who they were.
And among the audience were people who had seen the movie multiple times in the theater like me, and people who were watching it for the very first time, and while I would not say that a hotel bedsheet is the ideal virgin viewing experience for MMFR, if that’s how I got you to watch the movie, then so be it. And people who had seen the movie cheered at the Doof Warrior reveal, and everybody cheered when Max handed Furiosa the rifle, and it was generally awesome. And I am still meeting people I don’t know who were like “Oh yeah, I was at that screening! Thanks for organizing that!”
The next morning the rest of my roommates showed up before housekeeping had made the rounds and were like, “…What happened in our room last night?”
In which Max rushes back to the Citadel to check…on things.
LONG POST! I apologize. This is a rather self-indulgent follow up to this comic because I upset myself (and apparently many others) with Ghost!Furiosa. It started with one sketch of forehead touch greetings and then it got way out of control.
I had fun with the girls though. In the first panel… it looks like they’ve become Furiosa’s harem lol.
This moment breaks my heart, and feel free to delete my bullshit commentary if all you want is the gifset, but I just have to talk about this. Furiosa, who never balks from giving an order, who never speaks without intention and in fact asks permission before wasting her words on deaf ears, cannot bear to answer the Ace’s question. She can only look at him. She’s not being obtuse, a commander is only as good as her commands, and she knows clear communication is critical to keeping a group alive.
Ace knows it too. He leans in to clarify when she doesn’t answer his first guess: “Bullet Farm?” Furiosa would never make someone guess where they were going, it’s impractical and dangerous and stupid. Even worse than her silence, she opens her mouth to answer and then closes it again. She was a single breath away from telling him. She wants so badly to share her plan with her second-in-command: her throat is tight and you can see the shine of tears beginning in her eyes (far from the only time we see this sort of emotion from Furiosa).
Ace notices all of this too, and leans even further to check her expression because she refuses to face him. She knows he can read her, so only then does she answer, and she tells him a half-truth. “We’re heading East.” But that “we” doesn’t include Ace and Furiosa knows it, even as she flicks through every possible scenario one last time. In none of them can he come with them.
Ace looks ahead. With or without clarification or context, he’s there for the ride. He thinks he’s going with her.
Furiosa’s expression closes and she shifts gears. She’s already moving forward, and she’s already left him behind.
