it's a grey rainy morning. horsemouth is up. he has sniffles and a sneeze (but that's seasonal probably).
last night he watched four flies on grey velvet by dario argento and then je t'aime, je t'aime by alain resnais.
in four flies on grey velvet (the last of argento's animal trilogy) the over enthusiastic drummer of a rock band is blackmailed by a figure wearing a dario argento mask, his girlfriend (mimsy farmer - giallo fans may know her from lucio fulci's the black cat and the hippies from more). it's very stylish and very hitchcock and the murders are (reasonably) tastefully done.
in je t'aime, je t'aime we have one of the first of the new wave of film as time travel movies (a direct inspiration for marker's la jetée) - a man takes a drug that makes him travel in time through his life at one minute durations. he flits from disconnected moment to disconnected moment. his life is structured by a tragedy but in the end resnais lets him escape. to leave him prisoner of his memories would be too grim an ending.
in some ways the trailer (with a voice over and still photos) is more successful.
today horsemouth does not really know. it is rainy and grey. he will complete his morning routine (coffee, blog, breakfast, radio news, guardian) and then see if anything occurs to him. it may be the kind of day on which he can get some reading done.
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