always in the pursuit of transcendence: art, body, barrier, memory; all become ghosts, something ethereal no longer tied to but apart from us. blue-tinted and melancholic, haunting and contemplative. we are always leaving something behind. coming down from the final crescendo
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The Company of Wolves 1984
gorgeous, surreal, enchanting; unravelling the loss of innocence, thread by thread. I wish I could return to childhood just to watch this then (little red riding hood was my favourite!) I think she’d love it to bits. instead I tried to watch it through her eyes. the beginning establishes a barrier of reality, if only for the end to break it: dreams of woman/wolfhood come to life. shawl red like menses. a fascination for transformations of the body, perverted dichotomies…
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Tumbling Doll of Flesh 1998
it's hard to know where to stand on this — of as much value as it is not. I'm very understanding of and intrigued by violence in film, including rape scenes — watching them have been cathartic, or helpful in de-compartmentalising, in easing the over-sensitivity that only feeds pain — but here it especially gets clouded by the knowledge this was made primarily if not exclusively (unsure) by men. had a convo w my friend regarding this kind of topic; differentiating…
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