Summer weather is hitting Chicago and I am pleased. That’s all I have to report this week.
Here is a cat.
Charles Grodin (RIP) recounts his brief affair with Miss Piggy in possibly the most delightfully strange bit of fanfiction I have ever encountered.
“So why this hysteria around horror? Why the fear of who could watch it? It’s the consequences of working classes having channels to focus their trauma and find alleviated ways to deal with their emotions.” Horror and working-class identity.
Sometimes the femme fatale wins: on the Wachowskis’ Neo-noir classic Bound.
I am fascinated with the “Liminal Space” subreddit.
“It’s very important to view anxiety not as something to be pushed away, but to allow ourselves to be scared. As we say in the dharma world, what we resist persists.” A Buddhism-informed guide to handling the anxiety of rejoining the world.
“Perhaps beauty can be measured by the distance it has travelled to come into being.” Nick Cave.
- Last weekend I watched two early 1970s horror-adjacent films from my watchlist. First, The Mephisto Waltz, a twisty journey through modern devil worship and ancient questions of at what price does one sell one’s soul. This one is overlong and its twists are not as expertly handled as I would like, but there’s a solid, engaging story there. Also features a charming Alan Alda, which is always a plus in my book.
- I also watched Night Watch, an entry on my list of “grand dame guignol” films. I’m a big fan of the 1960s-70s trend of putting elder stateswomen of cinema in messy psychological horror movies, and Night Watch is Elizabeth Taylor’s turn. This film is uneven—it swings wildly from sedate housebound drama to exaggerated horror cliche perspective—but it’s the only Liz performance I know of that meets horror and it’s worth checking out.
- All hail the Linda Lindas.
I hope you're finding a way to have some fun. We deserve it.
This week’s quote is from George Orwell.