continuing our movie themed weekend, reflect on the notion that all of our favourite romance-dystopias end with our dear couples getting f’ed up before they get where they are going. winston and julia are busted by the thought police (and most probably executed). james cole is shot in the back before he and kathryn can get to key west. and who knows wtf happens to deckard and rachel.
let’s pretend that we are the studio who is breathing down gilliam’s neck over the happy ending to ‘brazil’; jill isn’t killed and sam lowry doesn’t lose his shit, but rather than have them live in a fucking trailer, they drive into the hinterlands and, with the materials available on their truck, they construct the following house:
considerations include: winter gardening, sam’s ability to fly, and their pursuit by the ministry of information.
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