Hannah Townsend

Unto every generation a slayer is born, etc

Liverpool legend Conor Bradley wiping out Real Madrid player Kylian Mbappe

Happy Thanksgiving 🥰 #ynwa

First thoughts on second viewing of Conclave: we need more films featuring Stanley Tucci’s knees. He’s got great knees.

One day the Kowloon will shut down (as it’s been threatening to do for years) and I will a raise a giant scorpion bowl in its honor—and also shut down, bodily.

Yeah go on then 🥰

Excerpt from the Jan. 2024 Interview magazine conversation between Phoebe Waller-Bridge and Jonathan Bailey that has forever ROONED me. WALLER-BRIDGE: Do you still feel passionate about Shakespeare now? BAILEY: I do, actually. It’s my dirty, filthy habit. WALLER-BRIDGE: Your dirty little habit. I know what you mean, though, how if you come to it quite raw, and it’s not something that you’ve had shoved down your throat at school, there is nothing more epic and spectacular. BAILEY: And being around people who are just so committed to their vocation, whether they’re writing or creating. The smell backstage at the RSC at the Barbican was like cigarettes, stage makeup, Joe Fiennes, and hope. WALLER-BRIDGE: That’s a lot of beautiful smells you’ve got going on there. BAILEY: I know. Talk about top notes and bottom notes. I was like, “These men, these titans of theater!”

Nick Miller screaming “Stop being so mean to me, or I swear to God I’m gonna fall in love with you.”

I cannot start my day with a confrontation.

Never going to recover from Paul Giamatti calling someone “penis cancer in human form,” missed you, Alexander Payne.

Letterboxd account review of A Star is Born (1954, dir. Cukor) which reads: “James Mason’s death scene can never be surpassed, not even by the oldest man at Film Forum staging his own by coughing through the final (devastating) 20 minutes of this film. Give me the AD tour of the Malibu house” Five stars, no notes, would still marry Norman Maine.

Apparently this is my Letterboxd review account now

Holding a (disgusting, perfect) Dunkin’ cappuccino on the inside of an Amtrak, looking out at a Massachusetts train station

Kenneth Branagh choking out the word “home” in Christopher Nolan’s “Dunkirk”

W/intermission, rare moment I had to dodge a long men’s room queue to pop to the ladies

Screenshot of my cursed Letterboxd account’s review of Barry Lyndon which reads as follows: “Barry a crucial cinematic example of the large adult son, if a large adult son also f***ed. Every time I remember that Ryan O’Neal named his son Redmond I want to scream. Zero notes, Kubrick’s best film. Also LMAO at Alamo playing the trailer for Ridley Scott’s “Napoleon” before the film began, iykyk”

Played hooky to watch Barry Lyndon again, don’t @ me

Frasier Crane, abed and annoyed, as seen in the hit tv show “Frasier”

Bad sleep in mid-thirties hits different

Screenshot of Letterboxd review of Oppenheimer (4.5 stars) reading “Look, I’m not proud of the way I clapped at the Christmas extraction of Niels Bohr, like he was Mr. March gasping “my little women” except about bombs

“Liberty (Fran Drescher) Leading the People” (Delacroix, 1830)

let her cook

Christine Baranski dabbing the glorious brow of Robin Williams in “The Birdcage” (1997, die. Nichols)

Me (right) supporting me (left) during sticky NYC summer

I’m just a girl (from Framingham), standing in front of a boy (her pallet of Raspberry Lime Polar), telling all other seltzers to suck it ❤️

Russell Crowe looking 🤌🏻 in Peter Weir’s classic “Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World”

Strega Nona protecting her sauce from iconic himbo Big Anthony

Pivoting from books and art to maritime films and Italian cooking, watch this space

Sally Phillips blatantly flirting with the Taskmaster (Greg Davies)