the egg in the middle
this extended cold spell - days and days of weather below 32 degrees, snow on top of snow on top snow - has got me pining for spring. when the sun is strong its like a tease, and then i remember the reason why the house is so full of light is because the trees are bare and the sun is reflecting off the snow on the ground. i want sun on grass, on the white rails of our porch that we can stand out on when its warm. my favorite holiday colors are those of halloween and easter - black and orange for the fall, and baby pastels for the spring, the colors prisms make. its days like these where i'm glad i painted my room lavender and have white lace curtains. i once tried to write a prose piece that captured this spring-time urge, based on a dior ad i saw. but it was just prose - rambling and self-indulgent. i keep on listening to lifelike's "adventure" over and over again, because it has that aura to it. it makes me want to watch italian movies. maybe that's why more and more i'm liking instrumental electropop, because you can paint your own universes while listening to it, ones that are sparkling and warm.
watched dead ringers yesterday, despite some hesitation. having gotten the gist of cronenberg's style of using gore and overall strangeness, i wasn't sure if i wanted to watch a movie by him that was about twin gynecologists. but all the reviews said it was his masterpiece, and jeremy irons was in it playing two roles, so how could i say no. and sure enough, my fears were confirmed with what is probably the most shudder-inducing opening credits ever, thanks to illustrations of bizarre and alien-like surgical instruments. going to bed last night i was afraid i was going to end up having nightmares about them. the movie itself i liked, even though at times it did feel like it was dragging a bit. jeremy irons is really what makes it great, he creates two very separate and really interesting characters, both intriguing, sympathetic and detestable in completely individual ways. in reviews on imdb and netflix, a lot of people argued about it being labeled a horror movie, and compared it to jacob's ladder in that both really are more like dramas. but to me, dead ringers and jacob's ladder are what horror really is, or what its supposed to be. the rest are just slashers, thrillers, torture porn, or whatever. what goes on in dead ringers is what's truly scary - losing your sanity for one, and being trapped in insanity by someone you cannot and do not want to free yourself from. its more haunting and disturbing more than it is scary, and while it didn't stay with me the way crash did, i would definitely say its a great film.
i'm still in the mood for creepy things, but i can't get the craving for something flowy and romantic out of my head. maybe i'll watch lolita again, or one of those european films that netflix has been recommending to me.
watched dead ringers yesterday, despite some hesitation. having gotten the gist of cronenberg's style of using gore and overall strangeness, i wasn't sure if i wanted to watch a movie by him that was about twin gynecologists. but all the reviews said it was his masterpiece, and jeremy irons was in it playing two roles, so how could i say no. and sure enough, my fears were confirmed with what is probably the most shudder-inducing opening credits ever, thanks to illustrations of bizarre and alien-like surgical instruments. going to bed last night i was afraid i was going to end up having nightmares about them. the movie itself i liked, even though at times it did feel like it was dragging a bit. jeremy irons is really what makes it great, he creates two very separate and really interesting characters, both intriguing, sympathetic and detestable in completely individual ways. in reviews on imdb and netflix, a lot of people argued about it being labeled a horror movie, and compared it to jacob's ladder in that both really are more like dramas. but to me, dead ringers and jacob's ladder are what horror really is, or what its supposed to be. the rest are just slashers, thrillers, torture porn, or whatever. what goes on in dead ringers is what's truly scary - losing your sanity for one, and being trapped in insanity by someone you cannot and do not want to free yourself from. its more haunting and disturbing more than it is scary, and while it didn't stay with me the way crash did, i would definitely say its a great film.
i'm still in the mood for creepy things, but i can't get the craving for something flowy and romantic out of my head. maybe i'll watch lolita again, or one of those european films that netflix has been recommending to me.