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_{100 Visually Stunning Movies (in no particular order).}

_{4. The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford}

He smelled the talcum and lilacs on Jesse’s pillowcase. His fingers skittered over his ribs to construe the scars where Jesse was twice shot. He manufactured a middle finger that was missing the top two knuckles. He imagined himself at 34. He imagined himself in a coffin. He considered possibilities and everything wonderful that could come true.

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The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
By mdub

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The lighting in this film is flawless.

The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford, dir. Andrew Dominik, 2007:

The film opens during the day, with James’s gang staking out a railway track. Then it moves on to a night sequence in which Brad Pitt and the others are waiting for the train, their faces lit only by lanterns, with everything around them in blackness. It’s very expressionistic: there are only really two light sources, the oil lamp that Jesse is holding and the light on the train 

- Roger Deakins, on his favourite shots.

Should’ve won that Oscar. Fuck Javier Bardem, man.

There would be no eulogies for Bob, no photographs of his body would be sold in sundries stores, no people would crowd the streets in the rain to see his funeral cortege, no biographies would be written about him, no children named after him, no one would ever pay twenty-five cents to stand in the rooms he grew up in. The shotgun would ignite, and Ella Mae would scream, but Robert Ford would only lay on the floor and look at the ceiling, the light going out of his eyes before he could find the right words.

He kept to his apartment all day, flipping over playing cards, looking at his destiny in every King and Jack.

Don’t that picture look dusty?