BLANCA NIEVES SE LLAMA BOLUDO, NO ME PODES PONER A UNA NEGRA FIERA, LITERALMENTE ES EL PUTO NOMBRE DE LA PELÍCULA.
Menos carisma que Julio Cobos tiene encima bldo, nah me quiero matar.
BLANCA NIEVES SE LLAMA BOLUDO, NO ME PODES PONER A UNA NEGRA FIERA, LITERALMENTE ES EL PUTO NOMBRE DE LA PELÍCULA.
Menos carisma que Julio Cobos tiene encima bldo, nah me quiero matar.
A tour de force of raw, primal performance, The Bear boasts what is unequivocally the greatest acting ever witnessed on celluloid—only to be met with one of the most egregious Oscar snubs in history.
Bart the Bear doesn’t just act; he embodies, he transcends, he devours lesser performers with a presence so commanding that Brando himself would have taken notes. And yet, the Academy, in all its wisdom, failed to acknowledge this towering ursine thespian.
Justice was never served. But Bart, dear Bart, you remain the true apex predator of cinematic artistry.
RIP, you magnificent beast.
"freedom writers and coach carter but about chess"
-camilam12
No hay plot twist, no hay expectativas suvertidas, es todo lo que sabes que va a pasar, bien hecho, pero predecible.
Few noirs feel as immersive as Dark Passage. The first-person perspective isn’t just a gimmick—it pulls you into Vincent Parry’s paranoia, making every glance over the shoulder feel personal. Bogart, even when unseen for much of the film, brings a raw vulnerability that’s rare for him, and Bacall is magnetic without trying too hard. There’s no over-the-top femme fatale act; she’s steady, sharp, and refreshingly human. Their chemistry doesn’t rely on dramatic declarations but on something more subtle—like a tango…