"...about how he feels", even.

This is a man who, with only one unsuccessful feature film to his name at the time*, paid $25,000 out of his own pocket to get an aircraft carrier to reverse course for five minutes so he could get the backlit shot of a plane silhouetted against the sun he wanted. Tony fucking Scott, man.

Missing you, king.

Inaugural John Lone Appreciation Society post on Bluesky...this will not be the last.

Behold! A rare case of the Academy getting it right in the 1980s:

No bullshit: The edition pictured below changed my life as a twelve-year-old. It was the single biggest catalyst to the development of my critical thinking skills with regards to film, and probably most other things, for that matter. The most important book I ever read.

"What's a book or series that you read as a kid that almost nobody seems to read or remember these days?"

I had not one but two teachers (albeit at the same school) who read us Shel Silverstein's "Where The Sidewalk Ends" and "A Light In The Attic" in their entirety. Is Silverstein still A Thing?