this is one of my very favorite horror movies. you can't possibly replicate the first one, it's a slice of hell that comes from some other realm. so you lean into pure entertainment and madcap energy. the layer of filth and grime covering everything becomes neon and bright, the climax goes from...
i haven't had the chance to see it at a screening or anything, i have to imagine it loses a lot when you pull up dog star man on youtube next to all your recipe tabs and emails and your phone buzzes 10 minutes in.
having to come to terms with the fact that i was probably born in the slightly wrong time period to live in some bohemian enclave or be present at the birth of some world shifting form of art was a bummer at the time but at the end of the day also not that big a deal.
i just read from hell and it got me feeling better about this. if a city's history is actually inescapably etched into its soil and architecture and all these nodes of occult power that help to create the conditions that unfold within, suddenly it feels less consequential that the rents are too...
pynchon uses trains a lot as a method of imposing order onto the wilderness and merging the mapped representation of something with its actual form. you could say it's the map itself in mason & dixon, the train in against the day, and the v2 rocket in GR. GR also begins with a train ofc.
anyway the main reason i'm glad i stuck with it is now i can read this neat looking biography i have sitting on my shelf which is about him, robert heinlein, and l. ron hubbard and their life of groping women and starting cults.
yea it's not that i didn't expect a certain amount of woodenness in golden age sf, some of the sentence choices are just so baffling. i did enjoy a few parts though. it's basically like watching someone play a game of stellaris in prose form.
apparently dune was partially written as sort of a response to it, he didn't like the idea of history running along this predictable path. by consequence dune feels a lot richer and has actual characters w/ wants and needs instead of generic forces of history.
i just suffered thru isaac asimov's foundation and holy shit the man could not write. it's like reading wet cardboard. even for pulp sci fi how do you write this badly.
(describing life on a planet under a big metal dome where the sun never shines):