this tiktok screenshot ruined my life i need to see the serbian pigeon movie so so badly but it doesn’t exist it’s so foul to make this bad of a point with something so cool and then take it away from me.
Tiktok marvel fans really will be out here like “movie fan SHOCKED because i’d rather watch superhero movie #54 in blue and not a sensual 1987 french horror film about a man discovering his wife may not exist set in what is gradually revealed to be a space station” as if you’re supposed to agree that superhero movie #54 is the clear winner in this comparison
Love the idea of a story about a complex issue that’s told from the perspective of something that cannot comprehend or care about the issue. The way the story would be sliced up and moments that a human would consider pointless would be focused on because the pigeon happened to be there would be hype as fuck
Ok FINE I made the movie poster of it
Mališa, otherwise known as Little One, is a pet pigeon owned by a conservative butler of the Austro-Hungarian aristocracy. She is loved, and she is pampered— until her owner is murdered in cold blood, and she is left to fend for herself in Sarajevo.
In the wilds of the city, she feeds from the poor, working nationalist radicals, and the vieux riches alike.
To Mališa, there are no ethical concerns. No politics. No burgeoning nationalism.
There are only hands that feed her, and hands that do not.
This is compelling. Consider me fucking compelled.
Final shot is the bird hearing, but not seeing, the sound of a .32 ACP pistol, and flying away in shock
“the ghost of gertrude robinson haunting the archives judging every decision jon makes” is a very inspired idea especially if it includes gertrude mildly inconveniencing jonah as much as possible, but have you also considered the following: the ghost of adelard dekker haunting the archives screaming crying throwing up in frustration at jon destroying that table.
Okay entirely ignoring the fact none of us know what the fuck is actually going on in tmp 8, can we take a moment to just feel happy for Gerry. He was so happy, ‘deeply, plainly happy’ according to the script.
Gerry who in his last moments turned his back on his mother. Gerry who couldn’t kill Jurgen Leitner. Gerry who was betrayed by everyone he ever knew in life. Gerry who never knew how much his father loved him. Gerry who always wanted friends. Gerry who was ready to go.
Whether tmp Gerry is the same Gerry from tma, him being happy in any capacity brings me a world of peace.
A man existed named Michael Shelley. He was quiet and unassuming and kind, and as many men do, he found that his life became defined in large part by who and what he surrounded himself with. Michael Shelley surrounded himself with his fellow archival assistants and one Gertrude Robinson, and then solely Gertrude,
and then worse than nothing,
he became defined by lies and the madness stretched between the angles of a smile.
A what existed named Michael Shelley. It was made of smiles and landscapes and time, and tried its best to forget that it had ever been a quiet and gentle man who traveled to the end of the world because a woman he loved like a mother asked him to.
fanfiction is so unbelievably stupid you’ll be like oh i want to write about some finctional dudes and suddenly you’re knee deep in two hundred year old inheritance laws