09.24.2018 § Leave a comment
I was hoping this would be artistic. There was a chance, given moments of genius in Beyond the Black Rainbow, but since most of BtBR failed to impress me, I went in knowing there was just as much, if not more of, a chance that it would be dumb. I guess my key hope was that Cage would be the magic that would bring Cosmatos to full power. But no.
At the very very end of the film Cage’s character, Red, looks at the titular character with a crazed expression. Much of the audience reacted with laughter. I think it was difficult to see this film on opening night with a crowded auditorium of Mission yupsters. I did not read this moment humorously at all, and it really threw me out of the entire relationship between myself and the picture. I’m sure this highfalutin bit betrays my film studies pretension, but I appreciate Nicolas Cage on a deeper level than those bozos. I’m the guy who watched the clip that went up on YouTube where he breaks down his most memorable performances over the years and gripe about why Wild at Heart didn’t make the cut. I was just watching a different video analysis on Nicholson recently which posited that we should appreciate actors not only for the breadth of emotion they can portray, but also the depth with which they can plumb a specific emotion over the course of their careers. I like this idea and it plays into how actors – whether they get fully typecast or not – enter into these parasocial covenants with their culture, which needs individuals to take on the helm as an avatar of specific desires and phantoms. Nicholson’s emotion was anger. I suppose Cage’s would be hysteria. So Nicholson is capable of conveying frustration, indignation, fury, etc. Nicholson, likewise, unlocks the door to all manners of hysteria, inflected with anything from paranoia to obsession to individualism to outright terror. He has a million crazed expressions, many which cannot be pinned down or named. This concluding thought of the film was one of them. It encapsulated everything the film was and could or should have been into one moment – the quintessential flawed fulfillment of revenge – his permanent loss shaded with the impossible persisting spiritual connection, twined with his descent into the very darkness which had taken her from him in order to punish. I mean, sure, chuckle all you want when he rips the demons jaw out of its skull and Cage’s eyes flash with a frenzied flavor of hysteria – come on – I’m sure in such a moment, that brief flicker of efficacy and release, he would feel that way.
Now yes I did give the film a bad rating and I don’t think Cage was enough to save it. I’m peeved at reviewers who said things akin to “unfortunately no one can be told about Mandy… you have to see it for yourself.” Bullshit. Not quite as bullshit as “pulp Tarkovsky”, which I also read. Look, I’m sorry, but there’s a big fucking difference between the images that Tarkovsky captures which shatter your soul and then help you reassemble it, and whatever this was, I mean, I guess I would call it randomly cranking up various Photoshop effects and always making sure to smear rainbows over everything. One scene was all magenta with a weird fading blue shadow echo that effectively conveyed both types of bad trip in the same scene: dread, and unhinged emotion. The pace and flow of images in Mandy alternates between convention and some really trite imbalanced compositions.
Why do we know that bad man likes Carpenters and Mandy likes Sabbath and Crüe, but not what Red likes? I love the song Starless by kC – I sang it at karaoke on my birthday a few months ago – but I don’t get it as the opening song here. I briefly entertained the thought, about halfway through the film, that if nothing else, Mandy might qualify as the most metal film ever. But it really isn’t. I mean it’s got the Jesus-hate, and brutality… but the Johann Johannsson score doesn’t do it any favors.
More than anything though, I just came away feeling like I had watched a horrible porn film. The expression on Red’s face as he crushes the bad man’s face (surely a Blade Runner reference, as was Bill Duke’s presence a nod to Predator, by the way) was clearly orgasmic, and this is moments after the bad man offers to suck his dick in a panicked ploy to survive. And the blood splattered all over Red’s face in all the promos is a thinly-veiled facial of blood instead of cum from a demon with a machete dick. We never see Red in rapture with Mandy. Instead, this film gives us a surrogate sexual adventure where he instead has a type of horror-sex with her murderers. I kind of knew this was what the movie was going to be, thematically, before walking in, and I am open to this as a substrate for a worthwhile cinematic experience. But it would have needed far more inexplicable poetry like the moment with the tiger, things felt ripped from the Jodorowsky band of the midnight movie spectrum, for it to work. It just wasn’t artistic or imaginative enough to justify its existence.
Cheddar Goblin was pretty great, but it wasn’t enough for the film to quality as funny either.
09.22.2018 § Leave a comment
I awake inside the car, on the side of the road, in the shadow of a cliff face.
We’re driving to our new house, atop a wide, shallow, sunny neighborhoody hill.
And yet it is also out in the wilderness, at night.
09.17.2018 § Leave a comment
Look, I’ll just freely admit. This movie felt beyond me. Usually I can cope. I’ve got plenty of tools. But this didnt come at me with any tricks I knew how to handle. I’m not saying I didn’t get it. I don’t think the film actually makes sense or is supposed to in the standard sense. But the emotional impact came through. I came away feeling bludgeoned. Universal, existential pain was rendered through unfamiliar means. I’m really at a loss to explain it. Reading about Pialat, and comparisons to Bresson with whom I am deeply familiar, are helping me. I will be watching more of his films.
09.15.2018 § Leave a comment
09.14.2018 § Leave a comment
I’ve built a font (using Calligraphr to fiddle with characters from Roboto Slab) where every character is created by rotating, mirroring, or translating either another character or itself. I named it Autobet (a cross between ‘alphabet’ and ‘Autobots’, one of the groups of Transformers, because the font is created by transforming letters of the alphabet… nyuk nyuk).
Download your preferred font file format here:
This only includes the uppercase and lowercase Latin alphabet, Arabic numerals, and a few punctuation marks; it is not a complete font. Also, I couldn’t find effective transformations for F, T, R, and K, so I had to get a bit creative with those. Feel free to play around with it though.
09.09.2018 § 2 Comments
welcome to mumbo kidney misery
welcome to the muñeca and misery
I nicely crawl on my breasts, nurse in a mitten
besides that, I’m curious.
horn in a half-hearted mouth, ramble in a mite
held as she sleeps and sleeps
all night roundabouts
I am going to replace it
afterwards peeling off
and squirting morning snowboarding
at the same time
standing on foot
satellite morning harvest
pleasantly and conveniently
to grab it, to grasp it
to grab it and to grab it
to grab it and to grab it
take hold of it
grab it and others
and when to grab
gotten from you
from the outside
on the other hand
sandwiched by vegetables
soy sauce sipping hands
sorry, this, sir
sorry for late confinement
I do not have a mental arthritis
I do not have a mumbo
bring it to the shop
sorry about that
* What’s funnier than Google-translated Japanese?
Google-translated yomikata — purely phonetic readings of Japanese — i.e. strings of hiragana without any kanji to help to mark word boundaries and differentiate between words with the same pronunciation (of which in Japanese in particular there are many). Google Translate was surely not designed to cope with missing this critical semantic and morphological information.
This is a poem I cobbled together out of such nuggets of ridiculousness on a website for traditional family crests. I had searched for those containing the Japanese word for “outside” (hence the title). I have barely begun to experiment in this medium; in fact, I haven’t even checked out the results for a single other query yet (read: it might get way better than this).
09.08.2018 § Leave a comment
Partying in the bathroom. When I start to pee, I can’t get the flow going. Only mildly embarrassed at this point, more physically uncomfortable. After a few moment pee rips open a fissure under my left collarbone, spraying wildly around, getting some of the partiers sitting in the sink. I try to stop but can’t seem to control it. I know it’s probably really bad for my health – every second this keeps going, urine seeping into parts of my body that it shouldn’t – plus it’s horrible what I’m doing to these people, and moreover it’s searingly painful, but I just need the relief so badly…