Here’s some pics from tonight’s Gaga show. I was in the Monster Pit and happened to snap these.
Christoph enjoys being interviewed
Venice, September 2011 interview with BILD:
BILD: Cool beard.
CW: Thanks – it grew by itself! I need it for Quentin Tarantino’s western I’ll be shooting soon: Django Unchained, we’ll start in November.
He takes his dark sunglasses off. “It’s a shame my wife already had to fly back – but she has to work.” (Aw, so sweet!!)
For the rest of the translated interview:
Christoph Waltz in a sweater and tweed blazer with Ralph Herforth at the Premiere Roncalli Weinachtscircus at Tempodrom Berlin, Germany - 18.12.10
Christoph Waltz and Leonardo DiCaprio
The first poster for Quentin Tarantino's The Hateful Eight confirms a 2015 release in 70mm.
Go ahead and flaunt that majestic beard that none of us get to touch!
Conquest for the Hunter
Rated M for mature audiences only
Description: The notorious S.S. Colonel Hans Landa holds his lust for a young woman delicately between his fingers. In the darkest hours of the night, he cannot remove the image of her angelic face from his mind. Is it infatuation or something more? The thing he ponders most is if he can make her pure and young soul his.
"Charlotte, in German please." Colonel Hans Landa remarked in his native tongue of German, bobbing his head toward the brunette girl who sat merely feet away from him.
She was a young girl in her twenties, but yet still very innocent. One could tell that, despite her angelic features, she wasn’t very experienced with boys or men for that matter. She cared about her education and knowledge more than anything. She was a good academic and a fast learner. She learned English in school but her native language was, of course, French. Being stationed in France for so long, Hans was able to meet many people of all personas. One day, fate happened to bring Hans knocking on Charlotte’s door in a literal sense.
Upon interviewing someone in the apartment complex he was visiting, Charlotte had stumbled into their private meeting. Embarrassed and shy, Charlotte apologized for barging in as blush graced her cheeks. With a charming grin, Hans insisted it was nothing to worry about as long as she didn’t do it again, he had teased. Evidently, he ended up taking it upon himself to question her as well, but little did he know at the time that he would get more than he bargained for.
Hans had liked her ambitiousness, and her dedication to learn about new things. Charlotte wanted to see the world. She was intelligent and, most of all, so beautiful. He admired her as she spoke of her dreams. That twinkle in her eye when she spoke of something so intimately to him made his stomach feel light, made him tingle and get goose flesh. She was so precious in a vast number of ways, and when he found himself alone in his quiet office, he pondered what exactly lured him to her. It was like a gravitational pull of desire.
After their first meeting, he wanted to see her more frequently. He made excuses to be in the building just to get a glimpse or to specifically see her bright white set of teeth when she beamed over at him. He yearned to feel the heat of her curious emerald eyes scanning his backside when he wasn’t looking. He yearned to teach her new things if she was willing to learn. Most of all, he just wanted to have her all to himself.
After a few instances of actually getting invited inside Charlotte’s apartment, Charlotte had spoke of how she wanted to learn German but could not find someone to properly teach and guide her through the complex and difficult process. That’s when the lightbulb went off in Hans’ head on how he could take her innocence away. How he could turn this good, obedient girl into the complete opposite.
Hans found himself thinking about Charlotte in the deepest, darkest hours of the night in his Paris home. As he lie on his back in the middle of his bed and listened to the sound of his calming, slow breaths, her image would burn in his head and fill him with bliss. Even after he was done, the Jew Hunter craved more..
when will we stop TALKING and starting DOING? when will we finally make serious attempts at building a quentin tarantino themed amusement park? where is my death proof bumper cars and my black mamba roller coaster and my mr. orange water ride (the water’s dyed red because you’re floating in a pool of his blood)??