and welcome to my very modern and chic 70s apartment of the future where things are totally not creepy and weird.
Over here is my darkroom where I develop pictures of dead and/or angry people in curious poses…depicted in various stages of undress…so…no ugos.
Speaking of no ugos. Don’t go into the bedroom unless your self esteem is at least a 9. It’s full of mirrors…have you ever seen your face and your own ass at the same time? It’s enough to give someone a psychotic break. Or if you already are crazy…who knows…maybe it will give you a moment of clarity.
Anywho, over here is my giant chicken….or maybe it’s a rooster….a cock if you will. Hey….is that why I bought this? Do I have some kind of repressed sexual frustration that is creeping to the surface and manifesting itself into my home decor? Nah…it’s probably just a giant chicken.
Eyes of Laura Mars is a 1978 American mystery- thriller film starring Faye Dunaway and Tommy Lee Jones and directed by Irvin Kershner. The screenplay was adapted (in collaboration with David Zelag Goodman) from a spec script titled Eyes, written by John Carpenter; it was Carpenter’s first major studio film.
Eyes of Laura Mars (1978) – Raul Julia just eats up the screen…then makes love to it. Passionately. Then leaves. For 50…no…100 bucks! It smells like a Gorilla cage in here.
Very James Bond title sequence
Somebody get this man a Steady Cam!
Most boring magazine ever….I’m just hear to read the articles…where the hell are the articles and ads!
Those are way better scissors than the ones I have at my house. mmm…cutting magazines with scissors…that takes me back. Remember when you were in college and made all those ransom notes?
The Eyes of Mars – By Laura Mars
Hey! That is the lady from the magazine!
doh…right in the eye with an icepick! It was Laura Mars. In the Kitchen. With an Icepick.
Well that room sure has a lot of mirrors.
What a modern home. very modern indeed. very fashion. uptown. Also, GIANT CHICKEN! Nothing says Modern like Giant Chicken. It’s a rooster…WAKE UP LAURA MARS Cock-a-doodle-doo
Dem is some loud slippers she has on going into the slide study.
It was photobook. Not a magazine
It was all a dream
7 minutes in..time to roll them opening credits baby!
Oh! Irvin Kershner! Of Empire fame? and Never Say Never Again!
Tommy the limo driver is a creep
Photography is just a hype!
Violent and Sexy Photos
haha…Oto is all like… “beat it scamp reporters…we got to mix with the real people now.”
You are just the right number of minutes late.
Why is that dog stepping on that naked lady in that photo next to the pool? Hey dog? That’s not where you perform CPR!
is that lady doing it with a bear?
What could gross out little miss sunshine of murder over there?
it’s a total hype
haha…who is the small person side-ler? I’ll just walk up this conveniently placed set of steps and creepily stand behind my friend and look at her bald spot.
Down at Soho
This movie has some interesting shots.
This photo shoot in the city is off the chain.
Burning cars…cherubs fountains…ladies in lace…dog and cats…living together.
Someone needs to get their German Shepard under control.
the off screen ambient convos in this movie are weird.
Don’t Punch Me!
“Hey Lady!” HEY LADY!
I saw it…I mean….I didn’t saw it…I mean I saw it…
Burt is always saying and doing shit to make people call out his name.
what do you use this for? “…cut rope and shit…” – Assistant
His Lloyd Bridges is not that good.
Does she see photographs or actual scenes or is the crime scene photographer have the same eye for framing.
I wish I had that power…to walk in front of a building where people are standing and casually walk by and suggest some action. “remove him please.”
Raul Julia eats up the screen…then makes love to it. Passionately. Then leaves. For 50…no…100 dollars!
So is she still seeing what the killer is seeing? How is she running and seeing.
So did Carpenter write… “…then…more boobs. and lace…”
Awww…the limo driver likes Lulul..here is a flower.
Never trust a limo driver who plays that much solatair
Your body…My body…everybody move their body.
Here is a totally prop gun…and not a real gun at all.
I guess a lot of people had not seen themselves on a monitor in 1978. Hence the explanation.
“get out of here Fienny”
Instant Messaging or Cell phones would have made this a quick movie. “SOMEBODY IS THERE! FACEBOOK IT!”
yep…this is how I imagine young attractive models spend their afternoons. In panties and massaging one another.
This is Lulu and Michele. We’re not home, so go to hell. But if you’re not a horny creep. Then leave a message at the beep….[5 minutes of laughing]….beeep.
Haha…got to love when the eulogist references the dictionary when talking about you.
Crisis of conscience. Let’s make out!…right in the middle of all this death…lust…love…passion. You gotta die to live.
I want you to have something…this gun…with no bullets.
“When he comes at you…squeeze that trigger and he will go away.”
Oto knows how to dress comfortable.
Hey Tommy…take your limo cap and get out of here.
Why is Tommy not more upset about Lulu.
Bert…you scamp…these are no blow candles.
It’s my birthday…I can be whoever I want.
Don’t Clairvoyant and Drive
“It smells like a Gorilla cage in here…” – Cops talking while sacking Tommy’s apartment.
…there is no telephone in the library!
Tommy Lee Jones…telling Tommy not to run.
Tommy Lee Jones running down the streets of NY full speed and screaming his own name.
Neville has a split.
How was that predictable? Some reviews say this was predictable.
Self Loathing. He deserves it…put him out of his misery.
You shot me? Why did you shoot me?
So Neville was the murderer and hero.
SAY YOUR NAME!! I’m Laura Mars.