>IN A WORLD
>Welcome to the jungle starts playing
>WHERE THE MIGHTY CTHULU HAS AT LAST AWAKENED
>*ear shattering fart noise*
>Tom Cruise looks out the window and sees cthulu lumbering across the city
>He has a flashback to Russell Crowe saying (this was 15 minutes earlier in the movie), "If you gaze upon the cthulu you will be stricken instantly by complete insanity!"
>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
>Cruise runs out into the city naked, screaming, his descent into the depths of insanity just beginning
>2 hours and 45 minutes of cthulu destroying a city with brief checkups on the status of Tom's character until madness utterly consumes him
>Tom Cruise sacrifices himself to Cthulu but fights his influence and absorbs his power
>Tom Cruise becomes the new Cthulu
>We May have to call upon him for new adventures
IN A WORLD
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>Written By MAX LANDIS
>>IN A WORLD
>>Welcome to the jungle starts playing
>>WHERE THE MIGHTY CTHULU HAS AT LAST AWAKENED
>*ear shattering fart noise*
>Tom Cruise looks out the window and sees cthulu lumbering across the city
I would watch this.
Great Bloodborne movie idea
>2 hours and 45 minutes of cthulu destroying a city
shit tier taste
I'll bring the popcorn if you bring the butter ;)
On young Lovecraft's fourth existential crisis
>"In 1908 Lovecraft stood at the threshold of adulthood: he was doing reasonably well at Hope High School, he had become prodigiously learned in chemistry, geography, astronomy, and meteorology [...] He seemed destined for a career as an academician of some sort [...] What derailed that future - and what ensured that Lovecraft would never lead a "normal" life - was his fourth "near-breakdown," clearly the most serious of his life. In some ways he never recovered from it. Lovecraft is very reticent about the causes or sources of what we can only regard as a full-fledged nervous breakdown in the summer of 1908. [...] the period 1908 - 13 is a virtual blank in the life of H.P. Lovecraft."
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On young Lovecraft's regretful lack of foresight after leaving highschool
>"I made the mistake in youth of not realising that literary endeavour does not always mean an income. I ought to have trained myself for some routine clerical work [...] affording a dependable stipend yet leaving my mind free enough for a certain amount of creative activity - but in the absence of immediate need I was too damned a fool to look ahead. I seemed to think that sufficient money for ordinary needs was something which everyone had as a matter of course - and if I ran short, I could always sell a storm or poem or something. Well- my calculations were inaccurate!"
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On Lovecraft as a young hermit
>"Lovecraft was a bit more than a bit troubled. In 1908, at the age of 18, he was the victim of what we might describe as a "nervous breakdown", and sank into a lethargy that was to last for a dozen years. At the age when his old classmates, impatiently crossing the bridge of childhood, threw themselves into life like a marvelous adventure into the unknown, he cloistered himself in his home, did not speak to his mother, refused to get up all day, shuffling about in his dressing gown all night."
>"Adulthood is hell. Faced with a position this stubborn, the "moralists" of our time grumble in a vaguely disapproving manner, waiting for the moment to float their obscene subtexts. Maybe Lovecraft really couldn't become an adult; but what is certain is that he did not want to. And considering the values which rule the adult world, it's difficult to argue the case. The reality principle, the pleasure principle, competition, permanent challenge, sex and work...nothing to sing Hallelujah about. Lovecraft knows there's nothing to this world. And he plays the role of the loser every time. In theory as in practice. He has lost his childhood, he has equally lost his faith. The world disgusts him, and he sees no reason to suppose that things could be presented otherwise, by 'looking on the bright side'. [...] Very few will have been at this point of saturation, penetrated right to the marrow by the absolute void of every human aspiration.The universe is merely a chance arrangement of elementary particles. A transitory image in the midst of chaos. [...] Lovecraft is well aware of the depressing nature of these conclusions. As he wrote in 1918, "all rationalism tends to minimize the value and importance of life, and to diminish the total quantity of human happiness. In some cases the truth could cause suicide, or at least precipitate a near-suicidal depression.""
could he BE anymore /ourguy/?
On Lovecraft's hostility to dogs and appreciation of cats
>"In essence, Lovecraft's argument is that the cat is the pet of the artists and thinker, while the dog is the pet of the stolid bourgeoisie. "The dog appeals to cheap and facile emotions; the cat to the deepest founts of imagination and cosmic perception in the human mind." This leads inevitably to a class distinction that is neatly summed up in the compact utterance: "The dog is a peasant and the cat is a gentleman.""
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On Lovecraft's new hobby
>"Lovecraft [...] was not actually doing much during this period aside from writing; but he had discovered one entertaining form of relaxation - moviegoing. [...] Lovecraft reports that the first cinema shows in Providence were in March 1906; and, even though he "knew too much of literature & drama not to recognize the utter & unrelieved hokum of the moving picture," he attended them anyway [...] One develops the idea that watching films may have occupied some, perhaps much, of the "blank" years of 1908 - 1913, as a letter of 1915 suggests: "As you may surmise, I am a devotee of the motion picture, since I can attend shows at any time, whereas my ill health seldom permits me to make definite engagements"
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On Lovecraft losing interest in motion pictures
>"Save for a few Triangle, Pramount & Vitagraoh pictures, everything I have seen is absolute trash [...] I have yet to see a serial film worth the time wasted in looking at it - or dozing over it. The technique could be surpassed by most ten year old children." [...] With rare exceptions, Lovecraft did not care for the surprising number of films he saw in the course of his life."
Damn you, I thought this was an actual thing for a moment. Thanks a lot.
On Lovecraft's solitary youth
>"You will notice that I have made no reference to childish friends & playmates - I had none! The children I knew disliked me, & I disliked them. I was used to adult company & conversation, & despite the fact that I felt shamefully dull beside my elders, I had nothing in common with the infant train. Their romping & shouting puzzled me. I hated mere play & dancing about - in my relaxations I always desired *plot*"
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On Lovecraft's female cousin's memory of him as a young boy
>"Mrs Ethel Phillips Morrish [...] confessed in an interview [...] that she did not much care for her cousin, finding him eccentric and aloof. She became very irritated because Lovecraft did not apparently know how a swing worked.
On one local girl's memory of young Lovecraft
>"Howard used to go out into the fields in back of my home to study the stars. One early fall evening several of the children in the vicinity assembled to watch him from a distance. Feeling sorry for his loneliness I went up to him and asked him about his telescope and was permitted to look through it. But his language was so technical that I could not understand it and I returned to my group and left him to his lonely study of the heavens."
On Lovecraft as a young man
>"All this may seem to give the impression that Lovecraft, in spite of his precosciousness, his early health problems, his solitude as a very young boy, and his unsettled nervous condition, was evolving into a relatively "normal" youth with vigorous enthusiasms (except sports and girls, in which he never took any interest). [...] But how normal, really, was he? The later testimony of Stuart Coleman is striking [...] "from the age of 8 to 18, I saw quite a bit of him [...] I won't say I knew him 'well' as I doubt if any of his contemporaries at that time did. He was definitely not a normal child and his companions were few."
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On young Lovecraft's "tics"
>"Harry Brobst [...] spoke to a woman who had gone to high school with Lovecraft. "She [...] described these terrible tics that he had - he'd be sitting in his seat and he'd suddenly up and jump - I think they referred to them as seizures. [...] oh, yes, she remembered him. I guess he scared the student body half to death."
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On young Lovecraft's friendships in highschool
>"Clarence H. Philbrick told me that he and others in high school with Lovecraft made attempts at friendliness but always were rebuffed by a chill disinterest or a shyness that seemed like it; they finally quit their attempts. Lovecraft later did have a few local friends, and loyal ones; the sort who failed to understand him and yet were impressed by his extraordinary range of interests, by his phenomenally exact memory, and by the brilliance of his talk; who found, when they gave him affection, the depth of goodwill and charm to which his later literary friends have testified."
On young Lovecraft attempting to educate a young Swedish boy
>"I came a cross a superficially bright Swedish boy in the Public Library - he worked in the "stack" where the books are kept - and invited him to the house to broaden his mentality (I was fifteen and he was about the same, though he was smaller and seemed younger). I thought I had uncovered a mute inglorious Milton [...] and despite maternal protest entertained him frequently in my library. I believed in equality then, and reproved him when he called my mother "Ma'am" - I said that a future scientist should not talk like a servant! But ere long he uncovered qualities which did not appeal to me, and I was forced to abandon him to his plebeian fate."
On Lovecraft's worldview in his teens
>"By my thirteenth birthday I was thoroughly impressed with man's impermanence and insignificance, and by my seventeenth, about which time I did some particularly detailed writing on the subject, I had formed in all essential particulars my present pessimistic cosmic views. The futility of all existence began to impress and oppress me; and my references to human progress, formerly hopeful, began to decline in enthusiasm. [...] I looked on man as if from another planet. He was merely an interesting species presented for study and classification."
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On young Lovecraft's existential burden
>"Many times in my youth I was so exhausted by the sheer burden of consciousness & mental & physical activity that I had to drop out of school for a greater or lesser period & take a complete rest free from all responsibilities; [...] In those days I could hardly bear to see or speak to anyone, & liked to shut out the world by pulling down dark shades & using artificial light."
On Lovecraft's appearance as a young man
>"by the age of eighteen or twenty he had perhaps reached his full height of five feet eleven inches, and had probably developed that long, prognathous jaw which he himself in later years considered a physical defect [...] As late as February 1921 [...] Lovecraft writes to his mother of a new suit that "made me appear as nearly respectable as my face permits."
On Lovecraft's demeanor in the years of unemployment after leaving highschool
>"Clara Hess [...] wrote: "Sometimes I would see Howard when walking up Angell Street, but he would not speak and would stare ahead with his coat collar turned up and chin down." [...] [Harold W.] Munro states: "Very much an introvert, he darted about like a sleuth, hunched over, always with books or papers clutched under his arm, peering straight ahead recognizing nobody."
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On Lovecraft's shame at being unemployed
>"Of my non-university education, I never cease to be ashamed; but I know, at least, that I could not have done differently. I busied myself at home with chemistry, literature, & the like [...] I shunned all human society, deeming myself too much of a failure in life to be seen socially by those who had known me in youth, & had foolishly expected such great things of me."
On Lovecraft's twenty-first birthday
>"He celebrated his twenty-first birthday - August 20, 1911 - by riding the electric trolley cars all day"
>Silent pan of the ocean
>This starts playing youtube.com
>"Imagine a world"
>shot of underwater city
>"where we weren't the first"
>fart noise, stone cracking
>"to arrive here"
>A huge eye can be seen through a crevice
>tracking shot of a helicopter
>"we've got company boys" crackles over the radio
>gun fire, grenades exploding
>Cthulhu rises from the ocean
>shots of destroyed city
>close up shot of the protagonist with an rpg
>"ia ia this you son of a bitch"
>rocket zooming towards cthulhus scared face
>explosion
>"THE"
>deep one rising out of the water being shot at by US troops
>"CALL"
>navy seals dropping into desert shooting at nyarlathotep
>"OF"
>nerdy character reading the necronomicon looking surprised
>"CTHULHU"
>coming november 8th
>NEET
this is the same format as those bios of Uncle Ted, Hitler, etc. Are you the same guy or just reposting it?
I would totally watch a biopic about Lovecraft's life.
The only question is who could play him?
>On Lovecraft's twenty-first birthday
>>"He celebrated his twenty-first birthday - August 20, 1911 - by riding the electric trolley cars all day"
Fucking beautiful
...
On Lovecraft's poverty, regrets and fears for the future late in life
>"I know of few persons whose attainments fall more consistently short of their aspirations, or who in general have less to live for. Every aptitude which I wish I had, I lack. Everything which I value, I have either lost or am likely to lose. Within a decade, unless I can find some job paying at least $10.00 per week, I shall have to take the cyanide route through inability to keep around me the books [...] & other familiar objects which constitute my only remaining reasons for keeping alive. [...] Adverse criticism has of late vastly undermined my confidence in my literary powers. And so it goes."
On Lovecraft assessing the value of his life
>"Failure though I be, I shall reach a level with the greatest - and smallest - in the damp earth or on the final pyre. [...] Success is a relative thing [...] So I turned to observe other mediocre and handicapped persons about me, and found pleasure in increasing the happiness of those who could be helped by such encouraging words or critical services as I am capable of furnishing. That I have been able to cheer here and there an aged man, an infirm old lady, a dull youth, or a person deprived by circumstances of education, affords to me a sense of being not altogether useless, which almost forms a substitute for the real success I shall never know. [...] Surely it is well that the happiness of the unfortunate be made as great as possible; and he who is kind, helpful, and patient with his fellow-sufferers, adds as truly to the world's combined fund of tranquility as he who, with greater endowments, promotes the birth of empires, or advances the knowledge of civilisation and mankind."