"All life is only a set of pictures in the brain among which there is no difference between those born of real things and those born of inward dreaming." Lovecraft "What summons us forth, then, is the image which is not the divine but for the moment contains the numinous." James Hollis
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
the belated, truncated halloweenfest: i, madman
(1989. dir: Tibor Takacs): And, for a change of pace, toss on I, Madman, a good-hearted, unpretentious slasher film built around beloved 80's-diva Jenny Wright as a girl who works in a used bookstore and finds herself menaced by characters in the dark fictions she reads. None of it makes much sense, but it doesn't matter, because the details are so engaging: an avalanche of misplaced books acting as a dream-quicksand obstacle, seamless travels from life into fiction and back again, twisting staircases and flashing neon. It's also bookended by the Art and Dotty Todd rendition of "Chanson d'Amour", a truly great song which evokes in detail an entire, lost era in one bouncy, repeating chorus: absolutely brilliant.
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