this is the most beautiful siren the world has had the pleasure to know; please bow to her.

daylight licked me into shape

Daylight licked me into shape

Hello.

Welll today i have been obsessed with the cure. Their album “kiss me, kiss me, kiss me” is basically amazing and i can’t stop listening to it. I want to go buy it at bullmoose music tonight or tomorrow. So my music fix is satisfied. As for my movie fix, i havent been satisfied but i have a feeling tonight i will be. I’m thinking i’ll watch Aliens. Havent seen it in a long time and im introducing miranda to the whole series. It’s been going well, she likes it i mean.

Things with miranda have gone from amazing to indescribable. She bought me a beautiful standing jewelry box for our anniversary. I have wanted one for soo long, i was so thankful. I’m moving again real soon. I’m so excited to decorate a new room.

uh, im tired, starving, and sick of waiting. When am i going to be the next imfamous horror film scholoar? Speaking of starving, can we discuss how amazing this cupcake looks? please? thanks

two summers ago; i actually smiled.

It'll be two quid, mark

today i’ve been thinking a lot about “Peeping Tom”, made in 1962. Completely perverse & brilliant. So brilliant it ruined michael powells career. Which im sure he’s greatful for now. When your career is ruined, in years you become a genious to critics everywhere. And thoes critics shame the critics before them who called your work rubbish. They called it rubbish, we call is genious. However, theres always a fine line between the two.

So Mark, the main character in the film, carries around a camera. He shoots whatever he sees. The film opens with him filming a prostitute who advises him “it’ll be two quid” for her services. Once alone with her he reveals that one of the legs on his camera stand is actually some sort of ice pick. He slowly leans into her and as this is going on she can see the fear on her own face in the mirror attached to the top of the camera. Mark has made it so the last thing the victims sees before death is their own face frozen in horror. He continues this throughout the film and is eventually brought down. However, this is not whats important about this or any other film. The importance of peeping tom lies in the creation o Mark. The reason that this film ruined micheal powells career was NOT becasue it was perverse and women were being brutalized and killed. It is because unlike the myth created by a white supremist society, the killer in this case was an extremely likeable, sweet, handsome, talented guy. In 1962, this couldnt be. There were specific threats on the world and they did not include the composit character that would eventually become mark. The Haunting (1963) and Psycho (1960) symbolized perfectly what 1960’s audiences were to be afraid of: “ghosts” and the unstable “cross dressing” killer. These are extremes. The 1960’s audience lived on extremes, not that the person next door could be a threat.

I’ll keep thinking, but i know there is something more to this. When was the rise of the serial killer? Was it psycho? Or is that just wishful thinking? I know how much everyone loves to credit hitchcock for EVERY horror film tool, but i like to explore.

This weeks Films:

Rebecca (1940)

Aliens (1986)

The Night of the Hunter (1955)

i practically live in this car with this person :)

Good morning, Sangria.

Woke up at 4 am, a little earlier than normal. But still strange. It has now been 4 months of sleeplessness.  I find myself tossing AND turning all night. without interruption. Then i wake, suddenly, my eyes wide open! No chance of dozing off again.

To my Grandmother - - at her death

Wrapped in something intoxicating
It is here she finds peace
Underneath her is salvation
And maybe that’s what her lover is looking for.
Underneath her lover is glory
What she has always longed to have
And beneath them both is serenity.
In the chaos of them, is the dignity of “us”
And in the dream of her is the mirage of love
Together, they form something exalted.
For her lover there is nothing short of dignity in her touch
And she lives to find tranquility when their fingers lock

Anointed by daylight they lay in lust.
Only to be fooled by eternal sunshine.
It is here that they wait

In all of this however life is simple
It’s about a woman, her lover, and the ties that bind them.