flip-flops & globs & hares, oh my!

-i write this sitting on a rock in the arse-end of nowhere. i actually got lost half an hour ago & ended up in some kind of farming metropolis, surrounded by agitated horses. but all is well; i am now enthroned in state upon a shapely rock, looking out at the valley. i think the…

eraserhead, 1977

how do you even watch a lynch movie? pausing it every few seconds to google this or that oddball symbol or uncomfortable sex scene? frantically trying to 'work out', to analyse? i find that i just have to submit to the experience. sit back & let the weirdo magic put me under, & read the…

the new von trier movie. um.

wow, so, i just realised there's a trailer out for the house that jack built, i.e lars von trier's serial killer film. i've been psyched for this for a year & now i wonder what on earth i thought it was going to look like. as though this sort of material in these particular hands…

‘MirrorMask’, 2005, d. Dave McKean

Watched 'MirrorMask' yesterday. I sort of loved it. It's absurdly and sincerely bizarre. The images are strange, beautiful, arresting. And they are images- I wouldn't call them shots- they're glowing shifting flickering things, like the crackle of old jazz spilling from a gramophone. McKean uses slow dreamy fade-outs, jewel colours, wonderful sets. His painty fingerprints…