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these two are the definition of bi panic
Fuck you im choosing to believe they lived happily ever after. IDONT CARE THAT THE DEATHS WERE CANNON. NOT. IN. MY. HOUSE.
Me vs almost every conversation
Mr. & Mrs. Smith (2005) dir. Doug Liman
Imagine:
Jane admiring you as she has become your stalker and is watching you over and over on her cameras due to her infatuation with you.
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(NOT MY GIF!)
(Jane Smith X Reader)
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(TAGS)
WE’RE NOT MARRIED (Dir: Edmund Goulding, 1952).
Covering similar ground to the earlier Mr and Mrs Smith (Alfred Hitchcock, 1941), We're Not Married is a portmanteau comedy in which, due to a jurisdictional error, five couples discover they are no longer married.
On Christmas Eve, a newly appointed justice of the peace (Victor Moore) marries the first of five couples, ignorant to the fact that his appointment does not take effect until January. This comes to light a few years later when each pair is informed of the mishap. The movie follows each couple as they respond to the news in different ways.
Although its strands are loosely connected, We're Not Married cannot overcome feeling like a series of sketches, some of which are, inevitably, better than others. For me the weakest of the bunch was the one which is granted the most screentime. Top billed Ginger Rogers and Fred Allen star as the Gladwyns, a pair of radio hosts whose contracts deem they are a married couple. I found the constant bickering between the two rather tiresome, although it does feature some neat satirical swipes at commercial radio.
Far more appealing is the sequence with Marilyn Monroe as a Mississippi beauty queen and her stay at home husband David Wayne. Monroe's appeal, in what was one of her first significant roles, in readily apparent; easily holding her own among a cast of much bigger names. The other highlight is the episode with soldier Eddie Bracken and his pregnant wife Mitzi Gaynor. With Bracken about to be shipped to Hawaii, the sequence is a sweetly old fashioned reminder of the mores of an earlier age.
Less successful are the remaining segments, with Eve Arden as the long suffering wife of philanderer Paul Douglas and, Louis Calhern and Zsa Zsa Gabor as a warring couple on the verge of divorce. Both have their amusing moments but suffer from dated, some would argue sexist, humour.
Not a perfect movie, and some ways off from being a classic, We’re Not Married is still worth a watch thanks to some genuine high spots and its roster of vintage Hollywood stars.
A longer review of WE’RE NOT MARRIED is available on my blog JINGLE BONES MOVIE TIME! Link below.
So, last night at the hell hole called my job, I had a thought; The Old Guard/Mr. And Mrs. Smith.
Joe and Nicky as Mr. And Mrs. Smith. The gun fight between the two. The sex afterwards.
Joe pinning Nicky to the wall.
Nicky punching Joe after. Them both laughing about it.
The stories they would tell each other and just watching them fall in love all over again.
I'm watching Mr. and Mrs. Smith and the funniest thing that's happened so far other than taking a hit where she pretended to be a dominatrix before snapping a guy's neck was that John keeps all his assassin supplies under the toolshed and Jane's are in a secret compartment in the oven which is SO gender of them
Brunettes with severe commitment issues...
Angelina Jolie is everything 🫶🏾
Brad Pitt GQ Photoshoot
Photographs by Elizaveta Porodina
For a solid four or five years there, the most predominant dream I would experience would be getting jumped and stabbed. It would always be at night, in the dark, and I would be walking down a sidewalk in a park or along a boardwalk and as I’d pass under an Exorcist-like street lamp, someone would jump out of the abyss and stab me in the ribs. Or I’d notice I was being followed and then another flanked me and I realized I was trapped, and they meant me grave harm. Or being chased through a house with a kid I’d help escape but got pinned in on the deck—and stabbed.