Yeah, we’re going hard on the Only God Forgives tip around here. That’s the glory of your own small, unsponsored, marginally supported blog! You can do whatever you want! So here is the aforementioned poster which you may not care about, and that’s okay!
Today is a legit fucking blessing for those of you who need to fill your gullets with every ounce of Only God Forgives promotional material wandering this rock. Here are two new trailers for your gaping maw. Chew them slowly.
I’m sure we will be getting enough of both Ryan Gosling’s abdominal walls and his face throughout Only God Forgives to fill our quota for the year. Of course, if you haven’t been an errant asshole you’ve already begun filling that quota with Place Beyond The Pinewood Box Time or whatever. But maybe you’ve been bad. Anyways, check out this poster for the next Refn-Gosling blood bath.
It’s Nicolas Winding Refn, Ryan Gosling, gorgeous imagery, swords, sexuality, Thailand.
OH GOD. How much stoic, brooding masculinity can you fit into one film? Winding Refn and Washington are going to try and find out. I hear the movie is just Denzel staring quietly into a mirror for two hours, fire in his eyes. Eventually the mirror begins to vibrate, then literally weep. It shatters. The movie ends.
Ooph! Take this one off the berries. There is a new sales poster for Gosling and Refn’s Only God Forgives, and it is fucking brutal. Can’t wait. Hit the jump and brace yourself.
Infinite sadness. Ryan Gosling and Nicolas Winding Refn will not be teaming up for Logan’s Run. I am undone with ball-shrinking sadness. They were going to be like Tim Burton and Johnny Depp! Without the suck! Like David Fincher and Brad Pitt! Without the uh, abs! Perchance they’ll reunite yet.
I don’t know much about Barbarella, but I do know that I’m down for whatever Nicolas Winding Refn is working on.
Even though the majority of Bovine America largely ignored Drive, its director Nicolas Winding Refn is the hotness. Bro is making moves and accumulating projects. The latest may be Button Man: The Killing Game, a movie whose name is as cumbersome as its premise is dope.
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