The Damned is often described as hysterical, but what can a movie that's set during the tumultuous phase of Nazi holocaust be anything but hysterical? The movie adorns a stellar international cast led by Ingrid Thulin and Dirk Bogarde and it does take sometime to get used to their different accents. A casual viewer can be further unruffled by movie's convoluted plot. But, patience does have its rewards and in this case, tenfold.
Those who have already watched another of Visconti's masterpieces, Death in Venice would be greatly surprised to witness the Italian maestro's range as an auteur. The subtlety and timidness that underline Death in Venice are completely absent here, at least in an explicit sense, and are replaced by the expressions of brusqueness and chutzpah in full effect.
Dirk Bogarde plays a Macbeth-like character with religious fervor. While his remarkable performance in Death in Venice is easily his best ever arguably one of the all time best performances in the history of cinema his portrayal of an insecure usurper in The Damned is nothing short of outstanding. But, the real star of the show is Ingrid Thulin.
As the imperious, glacial, ravishing Sophie Von Essenbeck in The Damned, Thulin is a sight for the sore eyes, an elixir for the perturbed souls, a poltergeist for the envious. The Damned is replete with homosexuality, incest, gore and endless grotesqueries, and even makes most contemporary holocaust films like Schindler's List and The Pianist appear ridiculously juvenile.
The Damned is a profoundly disturbing work of cinema that captures the pervasive insanity of the holocaust days as an irrefutable proof of the diabolical, debasing, animalistic character that defines the dark side of human psyche. The Damned is not meant for the faint-hearted and can only be savored by eschewing bigotry, prejudice, and conservatism.
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The Damned hoped to record several songs on their first day in studio, when Pink Floyd would still be fine-tuning the microphone set-up and tuning the drums. The album featured new member Lu Edmunds on guitar alongside original guitarist Brian James , as well as guest saxophonist Lol Coxhill. The album was the last album-length studio release to feature James, who would rejoin the band in the late '80s and early '90s for a live album and studio single.
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Necessary cookies are absolutely essential for the website to function properly. He'd turned almost lazily to face her, but Harry could see the telltale red stain on his Weasley ears revealing his anger. Dursley, I know you have been informed that Harry was just released from hospital yesterday and would require some assistance. It must be this dreadful heat that made it slip your mind.
I apologize for using magic in your home; I've been told you don't approve. I'll make certain to control myself in the future.
Of course, I'm certain you realize it was the best way to aid Harry inside. As long as he's doing okay, I don't see any reason I'll need to use any of my more…special abilities again. Aunt Petunia paled, but she was angry enough not to flee. I won't have my home, or anyone in it, the subject of neighborhood gossips. If you insist on traipsing in here at all hours, use the back door and try to be inconspicuous. Dursley, if you would merely agree to accompany your nephew to a safer location for a few weeks, you would have no reason to fear what the neighbors might see.
I'll celebrate the day when he, and all of you, are out of our lives for good. I will not be forced from my home and into the company of…of…. Bill's lips thinned until they nearly disappeared from his face. You," he snapped, pointing at Dudley, "help carry that trunk upstairs so I won't offend your mother's delicate sensibilities with the use of any more magic. Dudley hesitated for an instant before grasping the heavy trunk and dragging it up towards Harry's room.
Bill ignored Aunt Petunia's hiss at his use of the word 'magic,' and nearly had to carry Harry up the stairs to his bedroom. Dudley had entered the room and dropped the trunk in the center of the floor, then turned to watch as Bill followed with Harry. Harry noticed Bill staring at all of the locks on the outside of his bedroom door; Bill's brow creased as his lips once again formed a very thin line before disappearing completely. His eyes scanned the small room, taking in the stacks of Dudley's old toys and discarded items against the wall, the rickety, old bed with its threadbare coverlet, the faded and torn throw rug on the floor.
The paint on the walls was chipped, and the desk looked as if it would collapse if anything were placed upon it. None of the drawers closed right; the runners had been broken long ago. Harry shifted uncomfortably at having Bill in his room. His obvious disapproval was making Harry feel ashamed, and he didn't want to meet the older man's eyes. Although he was grateful for the assistance, he wanted nothing more than to lie down and sleep until he felt better.
He was ready for Bill to take his leave, but didn't want to be rude. Harry needed to use the loo, but wasn't certain if he could make it there on his own. He hated showing weakness and was determined not to let Bill see any more of it from him. This was Ginny's oldest brother, and she obviously admired him very much.
Harry didn't want to appear as anything less than competent in Bill's eyes. Why don't you change into something cooler, and then you can have a kip.
I'm going to speak with your aunt, but I'll be back tomorrow," Bill said, handing Harry a T-shirt from his trunk. Harry peeled off his sticky shirt and heard Dudley's sharp intake of breath; Harry had forgotten he was still there. He looked over to see Dudley staring in revulsion at Harry's bare chest.
Confused, he followed his cousin's gaze and realized that Dudley was staring at the vivid bruises still marring his torso.
Harry turned his back to Dudley and quickly covered up with the T-shirt. Bill wasn't about to let it go so easily. He's had a rough time of it; it would be decent of you to help him out on occasion. Dudley's mouth opened in what looked to be an angry retort, but instead, he clamped it shut and stormed out of the room. As soon as the door closed behind him, Dobby appeared in the room, as if he'd been waiting for Dudley to leave. We is goings to be having a wonderful summer together, Harry Potter, sir.
Yes we is. Dobby is so pleased to be given the job of taking care of Harry Potter. Dobby pulled several phials of various potions from his sack.
He'd taken too many of them in recent days to question them all any more. I'm going to go downstairs and have a talk with Harry's aunt. You make certain this door stays shut and don't let anyone in here for the remainder of the night. Let Harry have a lie-in tomorrow if he wants. Wheezy, sir. Dobby will not let any of Mr. Harry Potter's nasty relatives in.
He'll be sleeping soundly all night. Dobby had handed Harry a pair of pyjama bottoms, and Harry was just tying the drawstring when a thought occurred to him.
Last year, Uncle Vernon had been at the end of his rope with Harry's nightmares. After the events at Malfoy Manor, Harry's nights had been far from peaceful. In fact, they'd been rather violent…he shuddered and forced his mind away from the memories. Harry colored and looked at the floor. Harry chanced a quick glance at Bill and saw him looking back at Harry with a very thoughtful expression. Nodding his acquiescence, he cast the charm on the door to Harry's room. Harry's face colored brilliantly in shame.
Dobby answered for Harry. Harry Potter has a full bladder, but as soon as we takes care of that, he's going to be going to bed.
Bill chuckled at Harry's obvious discomfort with Dobby's outspoken nature. His modesty was about to butt heads with Dobby's enthusiasm, and Bill didn't think poor Harry's dignity stood a chance. He's nowhere near as well as he's going to tell you he is, so keep a close eye on him. Harry, I'll return in the morning, and we can begin our research. Bill left Harry alone with an over-enthused Dobby. The rest of the evening was a blur to him, and he was certain later that he'd just blocked the memory.
Harry had struggled to get up and off the bed to use the loo, until Dobby volunteered to hold a cup for him as a bedpan.
Harry thought he was going to die of embarrassment before Voldemort ever got to him again. Declining politely, he dragged himself out of the bed and clutched the wall for support. Despite his protests and bruised ego, Harry was forced to lean on Dobby, as he was guided to the bathroom.
The elf refused to allow him his privacy even in the loo itself. Harry had spent enough time in the hospital wing at Hogwarts to know he should simply leave his dignity at the door, but, somehow, with Dobby acting as nursemaid, it seemed ten times worse than Madam Pomfrey's quick, no-nonsense attitude. Dobby liked to talk about everything he was doing. Between the Dursleys' contempt and Dobby's exuberance, this summer was going to be an endless test of his patience.
Harry collapsed on his bed and was asleep before his head hit the pillow.The Beautiful and Damned foregrounds the characters’ physical beauty not only through its title but also through overt references to a classical text about beauty and love: Plato’s Symposium. Perhaps Fitzgerald’s closest contemporary author was Ernest Hemingway, who made similar literary indictments of society during the World War I era.