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I'm going to start keeping a list of movies I watch here so that I can hopefully remember them better. I also enjoy reading the lists that some of you post and maybe I'll be able to get better at writing about films. These are from the beginning of May to June 6th. Stills from some of these are on my Tumblr, http://roserosette.tumblr.com/

The Toy Box 1971 Ronald Victor Garcia: A cult throws parties for their leader “Uncle,” who is actually an alien that eats humans but not really. Uschi Digard (of course) has sex with an anthropomorphic bed. Really boring and not as ridiculous as it sounds.

The Little Match Girl 1928 Jean Renoir: This has some wonderful automatons.

Computer Beach Party 1987 Gary Troy: I can't remember much of what happens in this at all. A friend I watched it with agrees, we can only think of bits and pieces. We both also wanted to know more about it, why it was made, who saw it, etc. Computers are incorporated in daily life in some somewhat prophetic ways, like they use a computer to keep a list of friends and information about them and then decide who to invite to a party by filtering the list. A computer also drives a car and it's fun to see the chunky white keyboard fall out of the glove compartment.

Two Orphan Vampires 1997 Jean Rollin: Some good parts in this, but overall I think there was way too much dialogue which made it feel not entirely like Rollin. The ending is really great though.

A Pool Without Water 1982 Koji Wakamatsu: Had this leftover from from a DVD trade and went into it cold. Exceedingly creepy. Five things that are creepy in A Pool Without Water:
1.The scene where the man cuts a vulva between a dead frog's legs
2.The main man looks like my sister's boyfriend
3.A girl falls in love with her rapist because he cleans her apartment and cooks her breakfast
4.The restaurant stalking scenes
5.Everything else

Martyrs of Love 1967 Jan Nemec: Nice to float through, particularly the second (a maid is rushed into a hasty aristocratic marriage) and third (Czechs seem to love ruined parties/banquets in movies) stories. Ivana Karbanova and Jitka Cerhova are briefly there as their characters from Daisies. They giggle, dance and inflate paper bags then pop them, have the thick eyeliner and flower crown. (I wonder how Daisies and Valerie sort of became the default Czech New Wave films? When I first started watching them Closely Watched Trains and Loves of a Blonde were often THE CNW movies.)

The Gruesome Twosome 1967 Herschell Gordon Lewis: An OK H. G. Lewis. A woman owns a shop selling wigs made from hair that her son gets by scalping girls from the local college. I think Lewis links food with violence pretty often. Here the girls eat fried chicken before they're murdered and the film at the drive through is a man crushing fruit and potato chips because he refuses to tell his wife (or girlfriend) that he loves her. Gore Gore Girls has the milk and deep frying scenes, all of Blood Feast relates and I think it's in Two Thousand Maniacs too.

Grimm's Fairy Tales For Adults 1969 Rolf Thiele: Fairy tale themed exploitation that's sometimes surprisingly faithful to the original stories, for instance Cinderella's sisters cut off their toes and heels to fit into the shoe and the evil queen eats Snow White's sex organs. The English dub is full of stock sexploitation jokes that don't fit. I'd love to know what the original German was like. Beautiful to look at and Marie Liljedahl is adorable and charming as usual. I like this a lot more than I probably should.

Why Does Herr R Run Amok? 1970 Rainer Werner Fassbinder: Loved this especially



and the ending.

Arrebato 1980 Ivan Zulueta: Film as vampire. Need to rewatch. I had migraine aura (dyslexia and scotoma) during the first half of this so I missed a lot of the subtitles. The last half hour made me incredibly anxious and uncomfortable, the migraine amplified everything.

Barbara the Fair with the Silken Hair 1969 Aleksandr Rou: A sweet and bright Russian folk tale.

The Naked Kiss 1964 Samuel Fuller: A former prostitute moves to a small and judgmental town looking for a new life as a nurse's aid. Fuller fits a lot in here, brothels, head shaving, young Edy Williams, sick children, pedophilia, murder, crooked cops, out of wedlock childbirth, abortion, tons of double entendres. Totally pulpy (Kelly is shown reading pulp novels too) and fun.

The House With Laughing Windows 1976 Pupi Avati: Milk glass, pomegranate tiles, eerie murals, a refrigerator full of snails.

Woman Under The Influence 1974 John Cassavetes: The party scene, when Mabel asks her kids what they think of her, Nick's ignored mental illness and emotional instability, Mabel asking everyone if they want spaghetti, Mabel waiting for the bus.

The Living Corpse 1967 Khwaja Sarfraz: Basically a Universal Dracula movie in Pakistan with some dancing and singing. Enjoyable but not particularly interesting.

The Quiet Earth 1985 Geoff Murphy: Last three people on Earth after everyone else has disappeared. Uses human fallibility in science and technology without being anti-science. The image at the end is one of my favourites.

Rewatched-

Belladonna of Sadness

Messiah of Evil: Such a dream. Like sleep deprivation from an August heatwave but with more paranoia and doom.





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- Going to the shore in March or November when there are grey skies and empty beaches, from the car it could be a stormy quiet summer. Walking on the board walk and seeing all the stores closed, boarded up. Still and dark. The right kind of isolated feeling.
- There's an island in the Delaware river with a man made swimming lake. It had an amusement park until there was a fire in 1928 and another in 1934. Everything's now covered in green, buried in moss. There's another island (really peninsula), its lake looks pristine, but it's filled with cars, a crane from dredging, scrap metal, machinery. There's a tugboat half embedded in the soil and secluded dunes and beach down to the river.
- I'm going to the woods and a train graveyard this weekend.



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- CB I Hate Perfume and Lush Vanillary
- Jacques Baratier's Piège
- Early spring
- I went to see a movement disorder neurologist two weeks ago. I was by far the youngest person in the waiting room except for another girl around my age, with a visible tremor like me. She was saying something about a group for people with tremors/movement disorders, "55-85, I'll be less than half the age of everyone there." We smiled at each other, and again later while making OT appointments. I had an echocardiogram last week. Saw a grainy, black and white version of my heart.





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Here is my Valentine's gift to you all, scans from issue 14 of Midi Minuit Fantastique. This is the second one in my hopefully, eventually complete collection. No. 14 is the first issue to have this logo and is a larger size.

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If anyone is interested in the articles I can post those too. I have a seemingly endless cold. Lot's of Earl Grey and camomile tea, falling asleep early to droney records and thinking about the Salton Sea.

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- Too soon.



On a Sunday afternoon in December 1970, Aman­da Feilding drilled a hole in her head. "There was quite a lot of blood," she warns me when I ­visit her for lunch at Beckley Park—Feilding’s moated Tudor mansion just outside Oxford—and­ sit down to wat­ch the short film she made of her DIY surgery. "It’s not a difficult operation," she adds. Her pet ­African grey parrot nibbles her ear. "Drilling a hole in one’s head is really a nerve battle, doing something which obviously e­very instinct in your body is against. In a sense it’s quite satisfying that one can overcome one’s nerves to do it."­ The film, titled Heartbeat in the Brain, shows her shaving her hairline, putting on a floral shower cap to keep back her remaining locks, fashioning a mask out of sunglasses and medical tape, injecting herself with a local anesthetic, and peeling back a patch of skin with a scalpel. With a look of determined, almost trance-like concentration, Feilding then holds a dentist’s drill to her head and, pressing the foot pedal that operates it, begins to push its grinding teeth into the frontal bone. The film ends with footage of Feilding bandaging her head and mopping up the blood from her face with water and cotton wool. She changes out of her bloody tunic into a colorful Moroccan kaftan and wraps a shimmering gold turban around her head to disguise the bandages. Looking glamorous, bohemian, and elated, she smiles goodbye to the camera and heads off to a fancy-dress party.

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There wasn't much in the way of Autumn colour here, lot's of slow browning. Dribbles instead of bursts. A lot of clear warm days and mostly cloudy nights (but I can't see the Leonids from the city anyway).

Thinking of: passenger's seat in an old cream car, roadside revivals, healing tents, iced mint tea, shoebox museums, snake handling, tourist caves, time-warp motels off the highway, megachurches, themed rooms, cartons of fruit, great lakes, Sunday morning hats, stuck skin, dusty white chapels, standing in a corn field, sudden thunderstorms, repent signs, always afternoon or evening, hell houses, being lost, doomsday radio, Midwestern horizon, outdoor pools with plastic palms, church supper cakes, waking up in a new place everyday, stained glass, abandoned bible camps, summer strawberry hair, stopping on the side of secluded roads, state souvenirs, speaking in (popsicle stained) tongues.



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