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Idol hands are the devil's playground....
Or shall we call this one simply "American Idol"...?
I put these together a couple weeks ago, actually (shortly after the 3-parter with Bush and the improperly-functioning market), but am just posting them now....anyhow, do feel free to gank, disseminate and backlink if you like 'em (I know, they're kinda hot pink/magenta, but it's a supersaturatedly lurid magenta):
Background of this shot (for those who haven't ever seen/heard of Metropolis):
Prelude. In Metropolis, a towering city of the future, mighty pistons drive the vast network of relentlessly turning wheels and cogs that form the mechanized heart of the city. Deep beneath the city streets, vast armies of anonymous, stoop-shouldered workers expressionlessly exchange shifts in grim lock-step, slaves to the shift whistle and Metropolis' ten hour clock.
A world away amongst the building tops, Freder Fredersen, the only child of Metropolis' ruler Joh Fredersen, wins a footrace against other young men born into Metropolis' privileged upper caste. Freder and the other sons and daughters of privilege's game of hide and go seek in the lush, private Eternal Gardens is interrupted by the arrival of Maria, a young girl from the Lower City. Maria points to Freder and his friends and tells the group of workers' children she has brought with her, "Look, these are your brothers". Maria's words and her beauty deeply touch Freder. After Maria is ejected, Freder clutches his heart and for the first time sees the frivolous waste of the garden and life in the Upper City through her eyes.
Freder's search for Maria takes him to the grim Lower City machine rooms. As Freder watches, a worker collapses at his station on one of the vast machines then the expendable bodies of dozens of workers are consumed as the machine explodes. Freder has a vision of the machine itself transformed into Moloch, the god of fire, gobbling up chained slaves offered in sacrifice.
[ http://www.kino.com/press/metropress/metropolis_pb.pdf ]
At which point, in true Expressionist fashion, he cries out (and the subtitles scream), "MOLOCH!!!"
I have to admit, I'm fairly fond of mock-screaming that myself these days. Doesn't go over too well with people who haven't the faintest idea what I'm raving about, though....
Anyhoo.....enjoy. I'll probably add larger-sized versions in a bit, as for some reason I think these'd make really kickass posters on a bedroom wall.
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I put these together a couple weeks ago, actually (shortly after the 3-parter with Bush and the improperly-functioning market), but am just posting them now....anyhow, do feel free to gank, disseminate and backlink if you like 'em (I know, they're kinda hot pink/magenta, but it's a supersaturatedly lurid magenta):
Background of this shot (for those who haven't ever seen/heard of Metropolis):
Prelude. In Metropolis, a towering city of the future, mighty pistons drive the vast network of relentlessly turning wheels and cogs that form the mechanized heart of the city. Deep beneath the city streets, vast armies of anonymous, stoop-shouldered workers expressionlessly exchange shifts in grim lock-step, slaves to the shift whistle and Metropolis' ten hour clock.
A world away amongst the building tops, Freder Fredersen, the only child of Metropolis' ruler Joh Fredersen, wins a footrace against other young men born into Metropolis' privileged upper caste. Freder and the other sons and daughters of privilege's game of hide and go seek in the lush, private Eternal Gardens is interrupted by the arrival of Maria, a young girl from the Lower City. Maria points to Freder and his friends and tells the group of workers' children she has brought with her, "Look, these are your brothers". Maria's words and her beauty deeply touch Freder. After Maria is ejected, Freder clutches his heart and for the first time sees the frivolous waste of the garden and life in the Upper City through her eyes.
Freder's search for Maria takes him to the grim Lower City machine rooms. As Freder watches, a worker collapses at his station on one of the vast machines then the expendable bodies of dozens of workers are consumed as the machine explodes. Freder has a vision of the machine itself transformed into Moloch, the god of fire, gobbling up chained slaves offered in sacrifice.
[ http://www.kino.com/press/metropress/metropolis_pb.pdf ]
At which point, in true Expressionist fashion, he cries out (and the subtitles scream), "MOLOCH!!!"
I have to admit, I'm fairly fond of mock-screaming that myself these days. Doesn't go over too well with people who haven't the faintest idea what I'm raving about, though....
Anyhoo.....enjoy. I'll probably add larger-sized versions in a bit, as for some reason I think these'd make really kickass posters on a bedroom wall.
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I'm really interested in joining your RPG group. Send me some backgroun info and let me see if I can develop a suitable character.