Diary entries forThe Fan
The Fan
hannibal*I'm just a girl* lecter
The Fan
parasocial relationship is so scary but he deserves it ngl
The Fan
❝Tell you somethin', man. The fans are like women. When you're hitting, they love you. When you're not, they'd just as soon spit on you as look at you.❞ ❝I mean, come on. Let's be real here, you know. What are we doin'? We're not curing cancer, you know? We're playin' a game. That's all it is. It's just a game.❞ ⊱ ──── . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. ──── ⊰ For the last Benicio film for today, I chose to watch The Fan, a psychological sports drama with a pretty good cast. It's very similar to The King of Comedy, which is also helmed by Robert De Niro, but a bit less compelling in its narrative until the last half an hour or so. The main cast are excellent, especially De Niro and Wesley Snipes, but the pacing of the story was kinda bad, to the point where I considered turning the film off around forty minutes in; thankfully it started getting a lot more interesting a bit further on. The cinematography was decent, but what really threw me off was the soundtrack; never in a million years did I think 'Closer' and 'The Art Of Self Destruction, Part One' by Nine Inch Nails (two of my favourite songs) would feature in this film, and in my opinion they didn't quite work; aside from that, though, the score overall by Hans Zimmer was brilliant all-round. With that being said, I don't think I'd watch this again, but I'm glad I gave it a go.
The Fan
A little slow paced, but Biehn and Bacall are excellent.
The Fan
Fellas, if she’s not willing to go to these lengths for YOU, then she not the one.
The Fan
Fixation and infatuation with a popstar — a swarm of young teenagers sweeping at the feet of one's like the zealots they are. Knowing the lyrics word for word; lining up in horrendous ques for an autograph or even just waiting to get any chance of a glimpse of the star. And then there are some who get swept up in a trance of pure mania. Der Fan is what I'd best describe as a slow-burn fanatic thriller — and a pretty decent one, despite its overbearing sense of predictability and its unfortunate lack of any psychological terror until its final act of pure shock. Regardless, it does a neat job at portraying a fan's obsession with a popstar, even if the initial jump into psychotic nature is a big one.
