Or Willem Dafoe fans.
A VERY underrated actor, IMHO.
He also takes on the quirkiest roles out there so that could be why.
I assume he’s hardcore left but I’d rather not know so I can continue to see his movies and enjoy them.
Animal Farm was a great prison movie.
If it weren’t for Van Gogh’s brother and his brother’s wife, we may not have ever heard of Van Gogh. She heavily promoted his works after his death, possibly out of guilt. IIRC, he only sold one painting in his lifetime, for the equivalent of about $1000 today.
Loved him in Platoon as Sgt.Elias. Great Actor.
I love the old Calvin and Hobbes cartoon in which dad is explaining to Calvin how everything before the 1930s was all black and white.
“Boondock Saints”
Not a thread hijack attempt.
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One of the best movies of any subject I've seen in a while happens to be about van Gogh. I's called Loving Vincent.
I would see it, if I ever got to go to a movie. It’s my favorite art museum in the world and the only one that doesn’t make me go crazy from too much stimulation to appreciate the art. The Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam. No frames, no glass, no artificial lighting. It’s perfect.
Van Gogh never picked up a painter’s brush until he was 27, by which time he already had failed as an art dealer and a missionary and was desperate for something to do to give his life meaning. The reason he painted in such bright colors was to try to similarly brighten the viewer’s mood. Other than some few lessons in the final months of his life, he was completely untrained as an artist.
Some have speculated that he was particularly fond of yellow because of his persistent intake of digitalis, when then was used as a treatment for epilepsy. High concentrations of digitalis’ active ingredient, digoxin, can cause xanthopsia, a condition that causes everything to be seen as tinged with yellow and points of light to be seen surrounded by colored halos.
Van Gogh was known as truculent from his childhood, and his tendency to argumentativeness was the principle reason he could not keep a paying job. He was so generally disagreeable that the people in the town of Alres wrote a petition claiming he was a danger to the community. Which prompted Vincent to have himself admitted to the asylum where he would have his most productive period.
No one knows the full accounting of either of the most famous events of Van Gogh’s life, the ear cutting and his death. Some think he cut off his ear in an epileptic seizure. Some think it was the outcome of a straight razor fight with Paul Gaugan (or that the fight itself was the result of a seizure). The most recent theory is that he and Gaugan were duelling with swords and Gaugan lopped it off. Regardless, the fact that he somehow thought the best thing to do with the severed ear was to give it to a prostitute makes it clear he was not in a fit state of mind.
His death was ruled a suicide by self-inflicted gunshot wound but no one knows how he came by a gun or where it went to. A rusty revolver was since found in a field where Vincent might have been painting that day but far too long after for any connection to be proved. And some local boys were known to have delighted in tormenting Vincent. One of them had a cowboy costume he’d bought after attending one of the European tours of Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show. To round out the outfit he also bought a small caliber revolver that was known to be prone to misfiring. And the doctor who attended Vincent on his death bed made no mention of either gunpowder residue on his hands or “tattooing” on his belly, both of which should have been evident if he had shot himself, especially since it was a black powder revolver. So the competing theory is that Van Gogh and the mean boys had a run-in, he somehow was shot by one of them and Vincent — who fellow artists often said was prone to self-martyrdom — chose to make his final act one of mercy. So he claimed he had shot himself (although said with varying degrees of certainty) to spare the real culprits.
Van Gogh’s career as an artist lasted only 10 years yet he managed to paint almost 900 works (one painting on average every 36 hours). He also wrote some 800 letters, most to bother Theo.
Despite his own brother being a highly successful art dealer, only one (some say two) of his paintings had been sold before the time of his death. For years they still were considered worthless so some fell to ruin and his own mother threw out crates full of them when he died. His work might have languished in obscurity forever except for brother Theo’s widow, Johanna, who made it her mission to promote Vincent’s art and his legacy.