Tuesday Evening Matinee
I've always loved to go see movies alone, and for many years the Sunday afternoon matinee was my regular haunt. I'm not going to go into why that habit died out in my life (one of those back story things), but rather say that it has been too long gone so I'm now finding ways to create a somewhat equivilent experience in my home. Consequently, last night was my Tuesday evening matinee with Nightmare Alley (which I rented after reading kdotdammit's review).
I've found that curling up with a movie on my laptop (with headphones) is about as close as I'm going to come right now to my solo movie-going excursions of yesteryear. I'm able to put myself right into the film's world and lose the rest of the 'real' world in a way that just does not happen when watching a movie on my crappy TV across the room. True, my computer is not the same as a big screen in a darkened theater, but those of us in the process of reclamation take what we can get, and in many ways this more intimate interaction with the film seems to be what I need right now. It's good for me.
Anyway, the experience of watching this particular film on my computer last night fed into my dreams in delightful ways. I dreamt that I was embeddiing movies into my dream (in much the same way that I might imbed a youtube video or movie trailer in LJ). The embedded movie was some version of Nightmare Alley, except that instead of Tyrone Power it starred
johnny9fingers who was in actuality not really himself, but a combination of many characters from the film. He was Stanton the Great (in all of his ' utterly feminized sexually queer presence') rolled up with the evil lesbian psychologist villian, with a bit of Joan Blondell's Zeena and various carnival sidemen thrown in the mix. I think I know J. well enough to predict that he could handle that particular amalgamation and hope he's not insulted. It was an utterly fascinating character to appear in the video embedded in my dream.
I've found that curling up with a movie on my laptop (with headphones) is about as close as I'm going to come right now to my solo movie-going excursions of yesteryear. I'm able to put myself right into the film's world and lose the rest of the 'real' world in a way that just does not happen when watching a movie on my crappy TV across the room. True, my computer is not the same as a big screen in a darkened theater, but those of us in the process of reclamation take what we can get, and in many ways this more intimate interaction with the film seems to be what I need right now. It's good for me.
Anyway, the experience of watching this particular film on my computer last night fed into my dreams in delightful ways. I dreamt that I was embeddiing movies into my dream (in much the same way that I might imbed a youtube video or movie trailer in LJ). The embedded movie was some version of Nightmare Alley, except that instead of Tyrone Power it starred
johnny9fingers who was in actuality not really himself, but a combination of many characters from the film. He was Stanton the Great (in all of his ' utterly feminized sexually queer presence') rolled up with the evil lesbian psychologist villian, with a bit of Joan Blondell's Zeena and various carnival sidemen thrown in the mix. I think I know J. well enough to predict that he could handle that particular amalgamation and hope he's not insulted. It was an utterly fascinating character to appear in the video embedded in my dream.