Jason Momoa is in Budapest!
Aquaman and Game of Thrones chieftain of a Dothraki khalasar Jason Momoa is in Budapest, according to his latest Instagram story. In the short videos, Jason Momoa is seen strolling the streets of the city, discovering the Basilica and Parliament, which he seems to have taken a shine to.
It seems Momoa is here to shoot Denis Villeneuve’s film adaptation of Frank Herbert’s best-selling novel Dune. The sci-fi literary classic should bring a high-wattage cast to Budapest for shooting this summer, including Oscar winner Javier Bardem, Timothée Chalamet of Call Me By Your Name fame, Rebecca Ferguson, Zendaya and Oscar Issac. Set in the distant future, Dune tells the story of Paul Atreides (Chalamet), whose family accepts control of the desert planet Arrakis, the only producer of a highly valuable resource. Control of Arrakis is also contested among noble families. After Paul and his family are betrayed, the story explores themes of politics, religion and man’s relationship to nature as Paul leads a rebellion to restore his family’s rule of Arrakis. Star Spanish actor Javier Bardem is to play Stilgar, the leader of the nomadic Fremen who take in Paul and later make him their spiritual leader.
Thanos is also in town, as Josh Brolin posted a photo of him and his son outside Nyugati station, writing a lengthy post about Budapest.
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And on Sunday I’m walking in the rain, the cold, to get breakfast for my wife. It’s raining too hard so there’s no use in pulling all of us out into it. I end up at a Hungarian joint about a mile away. It’s small and in a no-tourist ridden area. I had bought an umbrella at a pharmacy nearby and it still allows small patters to hit the front of my thin coat with a slight wind. But there’s an ambiance out here that I like so I order fast, ask how long, then walk through the labyrinth of ole Budapest, a mix of hundred year old architecture whispering a sadness from their soot covered stone and a latter almost modern seventies style that almost looks like an attempt as opposed to an era. Some of the old have chunks taken out of them, bites taken from bombs I imagine, the teeth marks of war. And I find out later that’s indeed what it was, not just my flexing romance. WW2 and The Freedom Fighters of the 1956 Hungarian Revolution. I have a small angel waiting for me a half mile away, and I billow with a new love for what I have. Can you imagine me, instead of with breakfast, running back to them with some desperate weight of fear and survival? I expand and contract on my walk back imagining the worst and realizing the best arriving to an innocent smile from tummy time the floor, and an arched cobra happy to see her Papa. My wife comes around from another room, takes the bag of omelets, in Jonas’s basketball PJ bottoms and pecks me on the lips, and with a sad whisper of her own says thank you, you. — Photo by @kathrynbrolin