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Locke is getting raves at Sundance. ”…compelling, genuinely moving, and suspenseful…a singular achievement.” www.vanityfair.com

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Tom Hardy Drives a Car For 85 Minutes, And It’s Mesmerizing

Premiering at the Sundance Film Festival, Locke is a boxed-in thriller centered on one very charismatic Welshman.

There are worse places to spend 85 minutes than inside a car with Tom Hardy, even he ignores you the entire time to make calls on speakerphone. This lesson comes courtesy of Steven Knight’s experimental Sundance entry Locke, during which Hardy does just that in real time without ever exiting his vehicle or speaking to another person face-to-face.

And despite those somewhat extreme constraints, the drama is compelling, genuinely moving, and suspenseful. It’s a singular achievement for Knight, who also wrote the drama’s measured script, and Hardy, who manages to propel the story forward even though his butt is planted in the same position for an hour and a half.

The film opens on Hardy, a construction manager named Ivan Locke, as he steps into his BMW S.U.V. and leaves a work site. During each phone call Locke makes, the audience slowly discovers more about Hardy and his late-night excursion via trickles of exposition. Knight carefully unfurls more stakes about why Hardy’s car ride is so urgent, why his family is so disappointed in him, and why the timing of his trip is so damning for his construction company.

As the pressure on Hardy’s character mounts, the actor never resorts to showing his stress by going Nic Cage on us—raising his voice, banging on a steering wheel, or flipping off speeding passersby. Instead, he speaks in a Welsh accent so lilting and soothing that we would personally request it for our iOS if we lived in a future Her-type universe that allowed us to make these kinds of decisions. Even though he maintains composure (for the most part), and his position at the wheel for the entirety of the movie, Hardy, with Knight’s direction, is able to summon legitimate suspense thanks to the script’s snaking personal revelations, which are masterfully laid out.

Locke made us think of another thriller starring a European hunk who finds himself captive in one location for the bulk of the movie—Phone Booth,starring Colin Farrell—and marvel how Locke was 10 times more engaging. Even without any snipers hitting toy robots and homicidal pizza delivery men.

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Divining Rod

Spellbinder of Complex Systems-Card 0

Lessons learnt now howl chidingly

Injoined in the hipbones they say was payment for such transgressions.

A hindered circumstance we give forth as humbled sacrifice.

Two minor roles are engineered to overcome the single action user.

Excellent plans are set forth.

Whispered doubt is the thing holding us back.

This seems a backward journie.

For it is something we had not asked tribute of.

Our sincerest desires can only seem pale empty wishing wells to our desired dreams.

A trivial encounter is prompting us to act as ourselves.

Watch for the obstacle of falling vases.

An accident course if I ever saw one.

 

Manifest of Prophets-Card 1

Bringing our items of which our hanging was set up for.

As scarecrows we may be for coming disasters.

These are our scrawn out passages.

And it was the subtle quirk that was first noticed.

Was the reverse of our intent the true guiding steps?

One feeding the other.

A feed to one end and receiving the same thing on the other end.

Yet we call it something different.

Polar crossed outcome hunters.

These,

Our guided destinations actually lead to each other.

Before end point arrival,

a systematic battle will draw sanity from their origin places.

A sighful mystery that we received at ever Lent as a testimonial.

A blanket haze hovered the remnant outskirts.

Inert destinies we undenied and you wept at the majesty.

 

Inside See You’s Card 2

Innumerous aptitude was a silent gift that recycled itself.

Bloom the side petal on to the point we dangerously get to toe the line.

A pure facial change was something we get used to over time.

Coming from least expected avenues,

Guided was the intention we gathered.

The tightly wound unraveling,

a closed up defeat that never was.

A quiet misstep that takes you a second to come back from.

Every single defeat was a scar barren landscape you always thought it would be.

Be wary of the unremembered injustices we have to end up repurposing.

 

word-stuck:

“Yūgen (幽玄) is at the core of the appreciation of beauty and art in Japan. It shows that real beauty exists when, through its suggestiveness, only a few words, or few brush strokes, can suggest what has not been said or shown – hence awaken many inner thoughts and feelings.”
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Yūgen (幽玄) is at the core of the appreciation of beauty and art in Japan. It shows that real beauty exists when, through its suggestiveness, only a few words, or few brush strokes, can suggest what has not been said or shown – hence awaken many inner thoughts and feelings.

(submitted by harninarni)

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Interrupting a part of you, lost or distant

Quiet wrecking balls we are careening toward our lavish imagined reality.

All we hear is the sound it makes swooshing across our landscape.

After a little nudge of understanding, could it just be imparted to my reason treatment?Yelling to the top of my lungs had a garbled message that I left people with. The never knowing of how having a place to go home to. The never knowing has left me a bewildered masterpiece.

Onlookers from below are laughing at our latent circumstance. A bitter sweet giving that is the remainder . When I was younger the understanding of what the weight from scales of judgment felt like on your chakra divisions, heavy indeed . You feel them inside, the imbalance that lay at the membrane of your heart. We walk with this thing inside us and we feel pity on our own selves.

This was the beginning of our never concluding disaster recovery plan. The evacuation route have be tried and tested. Maybe this is the storm that I decide to stick out. A let down of magnificent parameters. Ports to our digestive tracks are clogged of its movement cycle.

Go two miles left of the covered bridges and right past the mighty rise high sky line. You venture into a point you never saught. A dream not envisioned. Getting to the top of insured routes will take all that you want to keep out often experience. Suck into marrow to get the remains.

howitzerliterarysociety Good Vibes from NorCal. Thank you kindly for clicking the dig it button. Dig your Kick. Sharp style. Best Regards, King Stimie

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People ask the question… what’s a RocknRolla? And I tell ‘em - it’s not about drums, drugs, and hospital drips, oh no. There’s more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, others the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he’s different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot. 

People ask the question… what’s a RocknRolla? And I tell ‘em - it’s not about drums, drugs, and hospital drips, oh no. There’s more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, others the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he’s different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot. 

People ask the question… what’s a RocknRolla? And I tell ‘em - it’s not about drums, drugs, and hospital drips, oh no. There’s more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, others the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he’s different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot. 

People ask the question… what’s a RocknRolla? And I tell ‘em - it’s not about drums, drugs, and hospital drips, oh no. There’s more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, others the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he’s different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot. 

People ask the question… what’s a RocknRolla? And I tell ‘em - it’s not about drums, drugs, and hospital drips, oh no. There’s more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, others the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he’s different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot. 

People ask the question… what’s a RocknRolla? And I tell ‘em - it’s not about drums, drugs, and hospital drips, oh no. There’s more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, others the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he’s different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot.

People ask the question… what’s a RocknRolla? And I tell ‘em - it’s not about drums, drugs, and hospital drips, oh no. There’s more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, others the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he’s different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot.

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