Back to my growing-up home in Maine for a week and a half. This was the view onto the world that greeted me here. Grim cold beauty...
And a week of esoteric watching. Along with reading Caroline Finkel's Osman's Dream: The History of the Ottoman Empire and Carlo Lucarelli's De Luca trilogy, I'm going to be watching/rewatching the following films that I hurriedly ripped onto my computer before I left:
It's Alive 2: It Lives Again
This Sporting Life
Hatchet for a Honeymoon
His Kind of Woman
Pierrot Le Fou
No reason whatsoever for this grouping, simply what I grabbed. Having watched the first two (It's Alive 2: It Lives Again and Phantasm) on planes and buses, I have the illusion of some deep running common thread through these films for me to chase down. Mostly, though, I'll share my thoughts on these as I go (and invite any of the collective yours on the films of this awkward personal viewing series).
And I start with just an image-thought, the transition from the ontological horror and anxiety that comes from confronting your own monstrous off-spring/mutant baby who happens to be a killing machine...
... to the moment of shattering jouissance when you finally take the little fanged bastard into your arms and accept him as your own.