From the ashes of Vertigo
(It was interesting to re-watch Basic Instinct all these years later. When I first saw it, I was a teenager, and a cinephile, but I didn’t know film history. I remember hating it. I hadn’t yet seen and studied Vertigo. Without Vertigo, there is no context for Basic Instinct. Basic Instinct is like a reincarnation of Vertigo. An exhumation of all of Vertigo’s erotic tropes. Its male death drive and sexual hysteria about female sexuality autopsied (speaking of autopsies, I am reminded of just how gross Michael Douglas was/is. He was screen King of the feminist backlash in the 80s/90s). That infamous scene: when Stone goes to the police station looking like a late 20th century Kim Novak (Judy). In the white sleeveless dress, no underwear, the famous chigon hairstyle. A double of a double. One of Lynch’s favorite themes.)
From Trisha Low’s The Complete Purge:
Noir counts the breaks.
Speed is another word for desire.
Re-watching and listening to film noir for work.
Noir is also a certain way of walking. The form of the body as the content of life.
“and now i’ll say, maybe this half and hour, this whatever we had, was enough…and now i’ll say you had me at hello.”
-Trisha Low, The Complete Purge
Some people’s Tumblrs feel like garbage cans. Is that supposed to be the point? Does anyone talk about all the hoarding that goes on online? Posting everything, posting all the time, is another kind of binge eating, hoarding, gluttony, trigger happiness, clutter consumption. If you post all day long, even if the posts are interesting, I will unfollow you. I don’t want to take it all in just because you do. I don’t want to be your garbage can or your filter. I know it’s not personal. That is the point and the problem. Besides, when it’s that much, when it’s constant, when it’s so indiscriminating, when it piles up in a newsfeed, when it streams with no break, no one is taking anything in. It’s drive by. It’s content tourism.
“These years have really only been but a few moments.”
Smilin’ Through, 1932