addicted2cinema:

If 2012’s Oscar-nominated Movie Posters Told The Truth

Everything has got to be love or death.

suicideblonde:

Elle Fanning in Francis Ford Coppola’s Twixt (2011)

WANT TO SEE NOA. 

paratrooped:

♪ We’re off to see the wizard, the Wonderful Wizard of Oz. We hear he is a whiz of a wiz, if ever a wiz there was.

tokenblkgirl:

Whatever happens, stay who you are. Not just a soldier, but a good man.

Captain America: The First Avenger

Okay. This movie was alright. BUT WHY DIDN’T HAYLEY WEAR A HELMET WHEN THEY WENT INTO THE WHATEVER TO KILL THE BAD GUYS? Everyone and their mother had a helmet on but she didn’t. I guess a woman having nice hair is more important than protecting her head from being shot off. Oh, men.

Oooh, I like this one more. 

I like this poster.

Thornton: Miss Hale, I didn’t just come here to thank you. I came because…I think it very likely—I know I’ve never found myself in this position before…it’s difficult to find the words. Miss Hale, my feelings for you are very strong—
Margaret: Please, stop. Will you—please don’t go any further.
Thornton: Excuse me?
Margaret: Please don’t continue in that way.  It’s not the way of a gentleman.
Thornton: I’m well aware that in your eyes at least I’m not a gentleman. But I think I deserve to know why I am offensive.
Margaret: It offends me that you should speak to me as if it were your duty to rescue my reputation.
Thornton: I spoke to you about my feelings because I love you. I have no thought for your reputation!
Margaret: You think that because you are rich and my father is in reduced circumstances that you can have me for your possession? I suppose I should expect no less from someone in trade.
Thornton: I don’t want to possess you, I wish to marry you because I love you!
Margaret: You shouldn’t, because I do not like you and never have. 

People do not give it credence that a young girl could leave home and go off in the wintertime to avenge her father’s blood. But it did happen. I was just 14 years of age when a coward by the name of Tom Chaney shot my father down and robbed him of his life and his horse and two California gold pieces that he carried in his trouser band. Chaney was a hired man and Papa had taken him up to Fort Smith to help lead back a string of Mustang ponies he’d bought. In town, Chaney had fallen to drink and cards and lost all his money. He got it into his head he was being cheated and went back to the boarding house for his Henry rifle. When Papa tried to intervene, Chaney shot him. Chaney fled. He could have walked his horse, for not a soul in that city could be bothered to give chase. No doubt Chaney fancied himself scot-free. But he was wrong. You must pay for everything in this world, one way and another. There is nothing free, except the grace of God. 

True Grit (2010)