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Triangles, trios, and trouble. No one does it quite like the GBU polycule.

Originally started as a fill for the @yeehawgust prompt "A Whole Heap of Trouble", but then I took too long and missed the month. 🙃

Two outlaws share more than a cigarette. ;)

(They both share the insatiable hunger to rip each other to shreds.)

Musical torture - aka what would have happened if Tuco had brought a guitar into the desert

Day 5 entry for @dollarstrilogyevent

So........

god i wrote about it before but the subtext in the scene where blondie meets angel eyes after tuco's torture is off the charts, i could go on it about it forever. so i will.

angel eye's first line is "the war's over for you," because for angel eyes the war is transactional, it's a costume much more than it is for blondie and tuco. but it's become so clear by this point in the movie (and will become even clearer) that the civil war is not over for anyone, that it is untold suffering and death that destroys the lives of everyone it touches. except angel eyes, death itself, the exploitation and casual cruelty of the war made manifest.

angel eyes himself is so casual that it feels outright domestic. obviously this is because of his arrogance, his belief that he's untouchable and has already won, but what's the first thing he does? walk on camera and get himself a drink, his back turned to blondie. he spends the entire scene talking to blondie like he's a domestic partner, telling him to get dressed, explaining where they're going, and reassuring him that he's "not greedy" because he'll "only take half."

compare angel eye's conversation with blondie to the one he has with tuco, just before. blondie is violently shoved through the door in the exact same way, with the exact same shot.

and in tuco's version of the scene, we get angel eyes, in the exact same shot, but it's a performance. angel eyes is already at the table, chairs set up, an over the top feast of food prepared with a god damn tablecloth, and he sits himself down as he announces "don't be bashful - there's no formalities here."

angel eyes keeps tuco in his vision, turning to watch him. but there's no suggestion of domesticity. it's what we've already seen, when angel eyes is introduced to us by having dinner with his victim - it's an interrogation. he's playing good cop. tuco knows his friendliness is false, he suspects the food is poisoned, he smells the whiskey, and he freezes in alarm when angel eyes slaps him on the back. he also keeps looking at angel eyes, or around the room, suspiciously. it's only when angel eyes is signaling to his men that he's going to start the torture that he really turns his back to tuco.

so: blondie. angel eyes keeps his back to blondie for a long time, even though he thinks blondie is far more of a threat. he smugly tells blondie that they're going to get the money, because blondie has the name of the grave. blondie smirks, looks aside, and takes off his hat...

and the song from the torture scene, mournful and haunting, plays as blondie, for a very long moment, pauses. his face falls. his shoulders slump. whatever witty comment he was going to make dies. he's, for the first time in a long time, vulnerable and human. it's a dramatic character shift that's visually represented by the loss of his hat for the rest of the scene.

and after some severe close-ups of blondie as he subtextually stands his ground against angel eyes ("and you, would you talk?" "no. probably not."), that's when blondie asks, with unusual hesitation and an even more unusual display of emotion: "and tuco... is he...?"

and god, the end of that scene. absolutely brilliant. angel eyes, still informal and arrogant, throws blondie a gun while he casually puts on his vest. blondie spins the gun, looks down at it, and smiles. and angel eyes freezes. he stares hard at the gun and puts on his vest slowly. he realizes he might have made a mistake. for the first time in the movie, ever, he's threatened.

and then blondie looks back at angel eyes and says, with emphasis, like fucking john wick, "yeah." the camera zooms in, past blondie's still smiling face, as he slides the gun into the holster, and keeps zooming in as the gun slides all the way into the holster, barrel clearly visible.

blondie is saying, without a word: "i can kill you any time. i could have killed you now. and i will kill you, for what you did to tuco."

which is exactly what he does, the final "fuck you" to the "fuck you" he gives angel eyes in this scene. it foreshadows the exact outcome of the duel perfectly. it's brilliant. what a film.

i have so much rage in me one day i think i will explode. i dont think i know how to forgive as much as i know how to forget

Guess which movie(s) I watched recently.

I don’t know if he does it enough to be considered a habit, but I like Chuncho’s Serious Arm Cross

alright here we go finally elaborating on my the man whit no name theory which inspired my last drawing-

so where to start, The man whit no name is referred to by many names but none of those are really his, at least he thinks so, he uses a name one day in one town and the next day has already discarded in favor of another, he doesn't remember if he ever had a name that was truly his or a surname, he doesn't remember if he ever had a mother or father, siblings relatives of any sorts, he only knows he doesn't have them now.

neither does he remember how he ended up in the wild west on his horse hunting bounties making schemes, drifting from settlement to settlement across the country.

only thing he really knows it's that he has been this way for long, way longer then any human being possibly could, he also knows his face has always stayed the same no new wrinkles or gray hair, his hands still looking young as ever despite the years he feels on them, the years he knows they should be showing by now but they stubbornly don't.

but that's the least of the things that trouble The man whit no name, he could chalk it up to impressive genes if he didn't know for a fact and as surely as the sun is in the sky that he can't die.

he can be shot, stabbed, tortured, drowned and hanged he can suffer and writhe in pain but that doesn't kill him, it's like falling asleep almost one moment he has a bullet wound so large in the back of his head that someone could use it a salad bowl, brain and blood oozing out into the open air, and the next everything is going back in it's place his skull recomposing like a puzzled his scalp skin covering it back up shortly after, leaving only a patch of pink soft skin behind that'll disappear too by evening.

and he doesn't know why, doesn't remember why he is this way either, has it always been this way? was he cursed or blessed? he couldn't say and he doubts anyone else could either.

he spends evening by the camp fire thinking about it trying to force his brain to remember what happened before this life, what happened before the first ever memory he can recollect? nobody is born an adult man whit a rope around his neck hanging down from an apple tree somewhere in Illinois, people are born in all sorts of ways but not like this, there must be a why, an explanation to why for decades he's been the shadow of the west able to be shot but not die, able to suffer and bleed and scream in pain but still wake up from it unharmed every time.

he knows there will be no answer even tough a part of him desperately wishes there was a solution to this, the prospect of wandering earth for the rest of time outliving anybody he menages to be more for than just a nameless man is scary and clutches at his guts like poison does, is the same feeling of when somebody tries to poison his drink he can feel the bitterness sting and tear at his throat and guts until he's spitting out blood and his innards, but they always heal always go back in place, leaving him feeling empty and pained.

he thinks about it every evening jabbing at the dying out camp fire whit a stick when his mind comes to the same conclusion, there is no helping him before he retrieves to sleep, a dreamless sleep that he tries to go to for comfort, painfully aware that while stuck between life and death there's none.

RIP Tuco you would’ve loved LUSH

SO TRUE

so i watched A Bullet For The General as my last movie of 2023, and i wasn't expecting to love this movie but here we are! Where Gian Maria Volonté shows us the dangers of hitting white boy bussy *sidenote the ending was so satisfying, i was almost in tears*

Look at my shitty dollars trilogy memes boy

Forgot to post the blorbos whoops

there is no heterosexual explanation for this

Eebie deebie

Il buono, il brutto, il cattivo (The Good, the Bad and the Ugly), 1966.

Dir. Sergio Leone | Writ. Age & Scarpelli, Luciano Vincenzoni & Sergio Leone | DOP Tonino Delli Colli

With you by my side, the world doesn’t seem so hostile

john wayne: nooooo westerns are wholesome allegories that reflect christian values and the american work ethic!!!!

clint eastwhore, playing the "good" guy and using the raspiest fuck-me voice he can manage: i mean our partnership is untied ...oh no :) not you. you remain tied ;) i'll keep the money and you can have the rope ;) ;) the way back to town is only 70 miles...you know if you save your breath i feel a man like you could manage it ;) ;) ;) adios *leaves a man to die a slow painful death in the desert*

my brain decided to come up with a theory this morning that will not leave my mind. so wouldn't it be CRAZY if the dollars trilogy was out of order -For a Few Dollars More -good bad ugly -a fistful of dollars what if the dollars trilogy is about Blondie/Joe/Manco 'becoming' the good. That would explain why in Fistful, he just gave away that money and tried to 'help' that family. what if Joe is actually rich, but he can't see himself retiring so he just wanders from place to place becuz that's all he knows.

I cannot emphasize this enough as a practical life skill: learn how to say no to authority figures. Learn how to tell them that nothing they can do to you will change your mind. Disappoint your parents. You have to live your own life.

Title cards for Westerns, 1966-1970

I want to put these two in a room just to see what they talk about

Do you remember, um, me playing the piano and you singing and dancing? And then sometimes we'd jump over the fence at the zoo in the middle of the night to look at the baby rhinos? Yeah, no. Doesn't ring a single bell.

WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS ⇢ 4.10 | 5.08

And this is a love story

in westerns, instead of girlfriend, GF stands for gringo friend. It's very romantic

Time really is a flat circle.