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| - Dorothy, Blanche, and Rose each secretly pose nude for a Hungarian sculptor who will unveil the statue at an art show at the museum. Meanwhile, Sophia brushes up on practical jokes to get back at a prankster at the Senior Citizens Center.
- Painter Matthew Raine lost his sight and has been wallowing in self pity ever since. He starts to come out of his shell thanks to his new housekeeper, but an unsavory employee wants to keep Raine incapacitated.
- Announcer: And now, it's time for [graphic appears] Bum Reviews with Chester A. Bum. Tonight's review: The Artist. "Oh my God, this is the greatest movie I've ever seen in my life!" "What the Hell's going on?" "I can't hear my own voice." (Obnoxious scream you should be glad you're not hearing) "Oh I get it, it's like one of those Sila-ma-tent pictures." "Well, I can deal with that." "Ahem." "There's an Artist..." "Who's in Silent Movies..." (Something about a platypus) (He literally said nothing during that) "The dog was funny." "The music was too loud, I never heard what they were saying." "Also..."
- I can see her there. Quiet. Peaceful. Image:Scan-130427-0002.jpg Unsuspecting. Sleeping. Perfect. I slowly climb a little more, my feet deft and my hands gripping tightly on the window ledge. It isn’t a particularly pretty night; the rain is coming down in buckets, drenching me in her cold content, as if she thinks what I plan is disgraceful, and she calls up storm to put me off. As if a little bad weather will stop me from doing what I need to do. I decide to stop putting the deed off, and decide to finally try and get inside the cozy little room. I dig my nails into the wooden frame of the window, slowly lifting, the rain still growling at me. She thinks too inside the box. She doesn’t anything I do. As if my art isn’t any good. My methods are innovative, unique, and of course, excellent
- "The Artist" is the FBI codename of a serial killer who resided in Boston. The FBI first heard of the existence of "The Artist" sometime in 2006. His victims were often women; he lured them into his trap, such as pretending he was handicapped to get assistance, and then kill them, at which point he would alter the victim's appearance. He would later display his "work" somewhere in a public place in Boston. "The Artist" would fax the FBI, notifying that he will display another victim beforehand, but won't elaborate where and when. Olivia Dunham and Charlie Francis worked the case, but before they can get a lead in the case, he stopped killing.
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| - I can see her there. Quiet. Peaceful. Image:Scan-130427-0002.jpg Unsuspecting. Sleeping. Perfect. I slowly climb a little more, my feet deft and my hands gripping tightly on the window ledge. It isn’t a particularly pretty night; the rain is coming down in buckets, drenching me in her cold content, as if she thinks what I plan is disgraceful, and she calls up storm to put me off. As if a little bad weather will stop me from doing what I need to do. I decide to stop putting the deed off, and decide to finally try and get inside the cozy little room. I dig my nails into the wooden frame of the window, slowly lifting, the rain still growling at me. She thinks too inside the box. She doesn’t anything I do. As if my art isn’t any good. My methods are innovative, unique, and of course, excellent in my execution of my piece. I see no possible way it could go wrong, but still she growls, swiping through the air with her bright, blinding whip, trying to intimidate me, put me off of my wonderful idea. No. I need to stay focused; my piece needs to be finished on time. The window is up now. I look back inside the room, the quiet little breathing from the lump in the bed makes her sweet sounds, the quiet little toneless noise that no music could mimic. Breathing. I start to paint my picture. I walk in, no creaks from the floor, no disturbances, nothing to ruin this perfect painting. With the exception of the rain, everything seemed to be in my favour. But, the rain, the banshee that she is, wouldn’t want me to finish it, she oozes pure hatred for my work, I can tell. She just cares for herself, not of what is good or perfect. And she would do worse. Stop. No time for this. No time for thinking about nonsense, the canvas needs a painting, and it shall be painted upon. I stepped a little further, ever so close to her now, a few more steps and I could finally make her into a beauteous art piece. It was so close, so nearly finished. But she doesn’t want this. She screams with the top of her lungs, her voice rumbles the very foundations as she screeches in hatred, the lump now rising, it sees me, it knows I want its blood, but I cant stop. I pounce, my nails buried in her face, her eyes now red with blood as her siren like screams pierce the air. I scream back at her. “This isn’t right. This isn’t right. Why would you do this, why couldn’t you accept, why couldn’t you love, why couldn’t you let me create, why couldn’t you? I did what I had to because I love my work. I loved you once, but you stopped me, you stopped me, your own son from his work, your own son from his life!” She still screams, my hands in her eyes. She thrashes, hoping that I’ll let go, but I cling on, blood seeping down her face now, her mouth now being flooded with the red, pure, hatred. She slashes blindly at my face, clawing at anything she can. She gets a swipe across my left cheek. I scream at her, I push my fingers in her eyes even harder. “You couldn’t leave me alone could you? You had to ruin everything, didn’t you? Destroy everything I had worked for? I thought you loved me!” She coughs out another scream, blood splatters onto me, everything going wrong. “It was supposed to be the greatest art piece, not… this, not this.” She stops breathing. The blood has gotten into her lungs at this point. She dies, just like that, everything ruined. I breathe heavily, tired out from creating this travesty of a work of art. Her face is ruined. The rain has stopped. She’s gone, and left me with nothing but a scratch. I turn away, and head towards the window, the painting ruined, the beauty lost, but not before looking at the mirror. Not much to look at, just a few glassy eyes, and a few scars. No time. No time for anything anymore. Must rest. Must get away from this. Must get away from mother.
- Dorothy, Blanche, and Rose each secretly pose nude for a Hungarian sculptor who will unveil the statue at an art show at the museum. Meanwhile, Sophia brushes up on practical jokes to get back at a prankster at the Senior Citizens Center.
- Announcer: And now, it's time for [graphic appears] Bum Reviews with Chester A. Bum. Tonight's review: The Artist. "Oh my God, this is the greatest movie I've ever seen in my life!" "What the Hell's going on?" "I can't hear my own voice." (Obnoxious scream you should be glad you're not hearing) "Oh I get it, it's like one of those Sila-ma-tent pictures." "Well, I can deal with that." "Ahem." "There's an Artist..." "Who's in Silent Movies..." (Something about a platypus) (He literally said nothing during that) "The dog was funny." "The music was too loud, I never heard what they were saying." "Also..." [here we go...] ""The film tapped into a story that, while we have seen before, seemed to breathe a new puff of fresh air that was very welcomed in today's cinema. Some may say that the story of the film has been done too many times in the past, but the fact that it was addressing an issue in a time period that most people don't think about, one might say it's okay to tell this story in this format. Sure, it was already addressed in the classic musical "Singing in the Rain," but that film was more of an upbeat comedy, where this film lives in a world of sadness and guilt. "Singing in the Rain" was more about people who were simply adjusting to the new idea of films with sound, "The Artist" is more about the people who could not make the transitions, and because of that, their careers were ruined. Many forget just how many actors lost their jobs and could no longer get work because of this incredible breakthrough, and this film is something of a love letter to those who were lost in the mix. One of the highlights of the film also is that the actors do not act as modent actors in silent film. It very much mimics the style, therefore allowing newer audiences and younger generations to realize that there is an art and drama to SIlent Film, and that it's not just over the top performances. Many know of Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton, but great performance from people like Lon Chaney and Greta Garbo still deserves as much mainstream attention as any other actor working today. So do yourself a favor and make your way to the libraries, check out their great works, and see what a remarkable world you're missing out on. A galaxy of creativity awaits you." [WHEW!] "This is Chester A. Bum saying..." "Change? Ya got change?" Chester: Well, at least help me buy a better microphone!
- "The Artist" is the FBI codename of a serial killer who resided in Boston. The FBI first heard of the existence of "The Artist" sometime in 2006. His victims were often women; he lured them into his trap, such as pretending he was handicapped to get assistance, and then kill them, at which point he would alter the victim's appearance. He would later display his "work" somewhere in a public place in Boston. "The Artist" would fax the FBI, notifying that he will display another victim beforehand, but won't elaborate where and when. Olivia Dunham and Charlie Francis worked the case, but before they can get a lead in the case, he stopped killing. Three years later, in winter 2009, he returned to his spree. At the time, Fringe Division found a mysterious young boy in what was basically an underground sarcophagus, with a lack of light and oxygen. The boy was able to give Dunham clues that would eventually lead them to the killer (the name of the street he killed the second victim, modeling yellow M&M's as a pine freshener in cars). In one lead, the second victim contained bovine blood, which was linked to a meat packing plant. When Olivia arrived, she learned someone came to them wanting to buy some plastic wrapping. The manager was able to give a description of the man who purchased it; "The Artist". After the boy lead Dunham with another clue; the location "York/Glenway", the FBI placed a roadblock in that intersection to inspect any passing vehicles. In one incident, Dunham found the van "The Artist" was driving; he was carrying his would-be third victim. Knowing he was discovered to be the killer, he attempted to flee the scene. During the foot chase, he disarmed Dunham. During the fight, he tried to kill Dunham with a knife, but she was able to fight him off and stabbed him in the torso, killing him. ("Inner Child")
- Painter Matthew Raine lost his sight and has been wallowing in self pity ever since. He starts to come out of his shell thanks to his new housekeeper, but an unsavory employee wants to keep Raine incapacitated.
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