Today, I wrote 1,207 words on an as-yet untitled story for Sirenia Digest #75. Yes! This will be #75! I'm working to make it an appropriately special issue. The new story is a fairy changeling sort of thing. Subscribers should look for the new issue on March 2nd. Or even sooner, if possible.
Last night, we watched Eben McGarr's Sick Girl (2007) and Pascal Laugier's Martyrs (2008). Of the former, I can say that it was at least a fair attempt to make the most of a very low (almost nonexistent) budget. Nothing held it back so much as the generally lousy acting, and especially that of Leslie Andrews as the title character, Izzy Shea. A better script and actual actors would have elevated Sick Girl above its gorefest roots. No such luck.
But as for Martyrs, here we have another beast entirely. Few films have taken me on such a roller-coaster ride, as regards my opinion of it while I'm actually watching it. The beginning, I'm rooting for the heroines. And then I'm taken aback by the film's audacity. And then I fear it's devolving into nothing but misogynistic torture porn. But just when I'm about to turn away, it takes me someplace entirely unexpected, and justifies the cruelty of the earlier sequences by transcending the sort of film it seems to be, becoming an entirely different film altogether. In the end, I was very, very impressed. I was, despite my expectations, stunned. But, a caveat. This film will not affect everyone as it affected me. It will anger some to the point of switching it off partway through. Others will be too deeply horrified at the brutality to reach the conclusion. These are not invalid reactions. Is Martyrs no more than "torture porn"? I'd say yes, most emphatically yes. To quote one critic:
Arthouse? Grindhouse? The Passion Of Joan Of Arc: Unrated Edition? Defying all boundaries, Martyrs relentlessly dishes the visceral pain and emerges as a work of not just ceaseless terror but also gravity and beauty.
And for now, kittens, that's all. Gotta go work on editing the full-length version of the trailer for The Drowning Girl, which briansiano and I hope to have finished early next week.
Work, Work, Work,