All Defenses Are Down (On Brandon Cronenburg's "Possessor")....
A movie review for Possessor states:
"every stabbing in Possessor goes about 28 stabs longer than your typical slasher would stab"
So it's safe to say I'm fucked up for the rest of the day now.
Is it smart to be freaking myself out when I am alone in my own home for my weekend? No.
Is me even smart.
I keep thinking about the weird edits in between the overwhelm gore.
The stuff that made sure Possessor the film would get noticed. The battle sequence within the psyche.
The distorted face mask face that is the poster art cover. The same way
that Scanners made its name on the whole exploding head image, Possessor
isn't banking so much on the stabs you see way too many of, it's concerned
with all the other visual garbage left behind in a head. Mind to mind
assassins who are simultaneously traumatized and enthralled by their jobs.
The inability to separate remote and lived experiences I know the movie
resonates beyond stabbing you to death and then stabbing you and stabbing you.
I know the haunt of the internet. The weird gravity of the brain that pulls in images and sounds devoid
of their original context but still wildly realized in their hurt and humor.
Hell I laugh myself into shape at least half the days I go to work.
Faking whatever small reserves of serotonin allow me to disregard how awful so many people are.
I promise I am going to try to unfuck my brain before I try to sleep tonight.
But it isn't always that easy. The light goes out but the scenes stay embedded.
Documentaries of horror and panic. I get up to listen to the sound of a slow timer determining when our lights go on.
I keep hearing breathing in the other room. I am haunted by images of sex I am not having with people
I do not know. How does one make it stop? Possessor says blunt force endings
to blunt force traumas but Possessor also stabs things unreasonable amounts of time.
So I wouldn't exactly trust it.
"every stabbing in Possessor goes about 28 stabs longer than your typical slasher would stab"
So it's safe to say I'm fucked up for the rest of the day now.
Is it smart to be freaking myself out when I am alone in my own home for my weekend? No.
Is me even smart.
I keep thinking about the weird edits in between the overwhelm gore.
The stuff that made sure Possessor the film would get noticed. The battle sequence within the psyche.
The distorted face mask face that is the poster art cover. The same way
that Scanners made its name on the whole exploding head image, Possessor
isn't banking so much on the stabs you see way too many of, it's concerned
with all the other visual garbage left behind in a head. Mind to mind
assassins who are simultaneously traumatized and enthralled by their jobs.
The inability to separate remote and lived experiences I know the movie
resonates beyond stabbing you to death and then stabbing you and stabbing you.
I know the haunt of the internet. The weird gravity of the brain that pulls in images and sounds devoid
of their original context but still wildly realized in their hurt and humor.
Hell I laugh myself into shape at least half the days I go to work.
Faking whatever small reserves of serotonin allow me to disregard how awful so many people are.
I promise I am going to try to unfuck my brain before I try to sleep tonight.
But it isn't always that easy. The light goes out but the scenes stay embedded.
Documentaries of horror and panic. I get up to listen to the sound of a slow timer determining when our lights go on.
I keep hearing breathing in the other room. I am haunted by images of sex I am not having with people
I do not know. How does one make it stop? Possessor says blunt force endings
to blunt force traumas but Possessor also stabs things unreasonable amounts of time.
So I wouldn't exactly trust it.