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Howard Hughes at the Picture Show (Snowpiercer !)

Wake the fuck up, Beast.

Sunny and warm outside. Shadowy and hot inside. One day I will no longer be a prisoner of this House in this city in this strange realm of this sunset country.

Yesterday, I played hooky, and we made the 2:30 p.m. matinée of Bong Joon-ho's Snowpiercer (2013; Seolgungnyeolcha), based on Jacques Lob's* graphic novel, Le Transperceneige (1982). It's the best science-fiction film I've seen since the Wachowski's Cloud Atlas (and, before that, Beasts of the Southern Wild and Melacholia, and let's toss Prometheus in there, as well), and it's certainly one of the best SF films of the last decade. It just...shines. Snowpiercer plays out as a claustrophobic dystopian homage to both Terry Gilliam and Jean-Pierre Jeunet. And it's just fucking brilliant, in the most terrible way, weaving black comedy and superb acting and stunning visuals. It has the sort of cast that just keeps me smiling, frame to frame to frame: Tilda Swinton (in a delightfully demented, show-stealing Margaret Thatcher riff), John Hurt, Song Kang-ho, Ed Harris, and Go Ah-sung. Poor Chris Evans does his best to keep up with the so much talent, and if the film has any flaw at all it's simply that Evans, who plays the main character, is overshadowed by....well, everything. But, on the other hand, it may have been intentional, as it helps us live of the existential shock and sheer horror that Curtis Everett feels as he moves, Dante-like, through the vast, hurtling, lunatic train containing the last of humanity. There are echoes here not only of The Divine Comedy, but of The Heart of Darkness/Apocalypse Now, and, too, The Road (novel and film). It is an intensely political film. You must see this film, though it's received virtually no distribution in the US, and so you may have to wait for DVD, which is a shame.

We saw it at the Cable Car, surely Rhode Island's oddest theater. But the darkness and the ice onscreen were a welcomed escape from the heat of the House. Afterwards, we had dinner at India, then sat awhile in Lippett Memorial Park, across from Swan Point, while the day faded to dusk.

I took cinema photos:



We went here:



To see this:



I do not eat in movie theaters, but the popcorn smelled nice.



These are in the restroom, and I want them, even if I have no idea what they are:



This is likely illegal:



Self-explanatory:



All photographs Copyright © 2014 by Caitlín R. Kiernan


Today, I need to proof all of "Far From Any Shore" and try to get Sirenia Digest 101 together.

Later Taters,
Aunt Beast

* Lob has a cameo in the film.
Tags: "far from any shore", bong joon-ho, cloud atlas, good movies, john hurt, melancholia, prometheus, science fiction, sirenia late, terry gilliam, the road, tilda swinton
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