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The incessancy of ache as the first second of eternity without her iridescent light has passed... #Frankenstein, the incandescent belief in being loved simply for existing. ★★★★★

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#CorpseBride: Where the Grotesque Becomes Beautiful ★★★★★ I've spent so long in the darkness, I'd almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is. brendanjohnanthony.substack.com/p/corpse-bri...

A ★★★★★ review of Corpse Bride (2005) The festival of Samhain may be at rest, and yet, the dead still speak... horror is reanimated in the melancholic and whimsical odyssey into the macabre that only the timeless allure of Tim Burton coul...

Perhaps, that is the gift of #CorpseBride, in the incandescence of release from Emily, the world exhales, the living less certain, and the dead less far away... that the afterlife of your heart is memory itself, and to love, even once, is to haunt forever. boxd.it/bHz5rB

The echo in the quiet of your mind through your own loss, grief, and joy of loving deeply... Emily initially grasps Victor within her desire for a life that eluded her, ultimately realising the liberating truth of #CorpseBride, that sometimes, a true act of love means letting go.

#CorpseBride examines the fragility within life, the inevitability of death, and how impermanent our time in this world truly is. Through Emily, bound by death, yet still longing for the love she was denied, the awareness that not all stories have a happy ending... it devastates.

And yet, in its whimsy, #CorpseBride is a lamenting rumination in its dark realisation that as love persists, you may be unable to bring the future you envisioned. That is the tragedy of Emily, though full of tender desire, her life will not end with the love that she dreamed of.

The afterlife is intoxicated with life in its heavenly reminder that death is not an end, but a continuation, or perhaps, in its own way... a release. Through the world of the dead, #CorspeBride is a wistful painting in the empyreal power love holds to eclipse the physical world.

The sonic muse of Tim Burton dances between lament and lullaby reverberating through Danny Elfman, the pulse beneath bone. The score does not only complement #CorpseBride... it remembers. Every note breathes longing, echoing through the promise that love, once spoken, cannot die.

Every frame of #CorpseBride is sculpted in that gothic aesthetic, the living world drowned in shadow, and the land of the dead breathing iridescence in its inspired reflection that true joy exists beyond mortality, a hauntingly beautiful juxtaposition in that introspective irony.

Tim Burton paints not only with hand, but heart, his haunted cinema a cathedral of the misunderstood in his seance of stop-motion, clay sculpted into longing... and within that love letter to imperfection, #CorpseBride finds compassion in beauty always being a little bit strange.

The living bride is not a rival to the #CorpseBride, but her reflection, two women bound by the same yearning for a love that chooses them freely. The living ache too, sorrow is not exclusive to the dead, and in that, she frees herself into a fate that eventually choose her back.

And then there is Victoria Everglot... the living bride, a radiance of hope rendering the living world grey in contrast. Emily Watson paints her with a softness that feels almost holy, a quiet girl aching for kindness in the graveyard of #CorspeBride that denies it at every turn.

That soft spokenness of Victor is a spectral contrast to Emily in #CorpseBride, a girl emanated by an ethereal voice in both the sorrow of her tragic fate, and the hope that haunts beneath her despair... a visceral longing that will bewitch your body and soul in their raw beauty.

The love of Victor is but a whisper, his devotion a promise he struggles to hold, and within his faltering heart, the tragedy of #CorpseBride is born in the quiet between breath, not saviour or villain, only a boy learning love is not a vow spoken in fear, but one lived in truth.

And Victor Van Dort, a trembling boy stitched together by nerves, yearning, and the fear of disappointing... everyone. Johnny Depp enters #CorpseBride not as the romantic hero, but a soul caught within his dance of expectation, a man too gentle for the brutality of choosing love.

Stitched limbs, fractured ribs... Emily may have been born of horror, but is the proof that love can resurrect a soul long after the world forgot her, the lament of #CorpseBride, but also its liberation. The dead do not envy the living, only the chance to be loved honestly, once.

Emily… my beloved #CorpseBride, the girl who died waiting for a love that promised her forever, and delivered only a grave. The effervescent Helena Bonham Carter gifts not simply a tragedy within her painting, but the sanctity of a heartbreak so infinite, she became myth itself.

Oh, to yearn in love... Emily and Victor, Helena Bonham Carter and Johnny Depp, a bittersweet dance of yearning, their poetry the beating heart of #CorpseBride, two lost souls fated across the demarcation of life and death, destined not for one another... but to save one another.

In the vale between life and death, a tale of love and loss in its lament for grief is baptised at the altar of gothic horror, a romantic meditation on unfulfilled desire and the intricacies of love as otherworldly as it is human, asphyxiating you in the love of his #CorpseBride.

The festival of Samhain may be at rest, and yet, the dead still speak... horror is reanimated in the melancholic and whimsical odyssey into the macabre that only the timeless allure of Tim Burton could conjure within #CorpseBride, where the grotesque becomes beautiful. ★★★★★

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so true

#Frankenstein: A thousand words in lament for a boy born with an incandescent belief in being loved simply for existing, but in turn, man invents the word monster to spare itself the guilt of its own abhorring reflection within his iridescent soul… in one single post. ★★★★★

new layout, yet to decide if i love or hate it... andrew scott innocent, my face guilty

is this a paul mescal biopic?!

the posters 🤌

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#Clueless: Why Brittany Murphy Was the Incandescent Light That Hollowed Hollywood ★★★★★ You're a virgin who can't drive. brendanjohnanthony.substack.com/p/clueless-w...