I've pondered recently what makes the most rewarding time at the movies and it has to be: sitting in front of a screen and being suddenly star struck by the most peculiar yet familiar feeling of unreality. It's like the film itself has tripped the right combination and there I am dreaming wide awake; I'm not real, the room I'm in isn't real and the only thing that matters is the dream in front of me. It's not the feeling of being taken away from my own world into the story's I'm talking about exactly and what most people seem to be referring to when discussing watching films- it's something subtler. It's not the experience of being in a different world it's the experience of dreaming of being in a different world, like the difference between sleepwalking and lucid dreaming.What constitutes the right pattern or configuration to flip the lock and open this trap door in my head I dunno but it's a rare experience just the same (at the movies anyway). When it happens it's something to savor.
Dorothy Lemay comes upon two cowgirls by a campfire. Some lifeless porno talk while a lonely wind blows (this is how silly this stuff actually sounds when you're not horny) then the psychedelic guitars strike and the audience enters hyperspace. The song in this scene is 'Ring of Fire' if it were performed by Martians over hardcore lesbian sex, mocking the original by turning her inside out, hollowing out her guts & reassembling the bones in a jigsaw Rorschach so it only superficially resembles the parent(like the plastic cowboy set). Listen to the exaggerated hillbilly voice the singer uses to belt it out. The whole flick is iffy but here surely there's no way to jerk off here, not unless you're picking up your own deep space signal. Even the performer's sexing is stilted & affected, artificiality being the point; all these layers of unreality reflect back on each other like a TV on TV on a TV- it's a neon waxwork christened in c#m. Every time I hear this song now I nearly enter a fugue state, that menacing electro beat and mid air collision of ambient fender noise- warp speed ahead!
This is the only time a porno has done this to me, that kind of transcendent-grade mind-f%#k. See the whole flick for its bizarre, nightmare visions only incidentally criss-crossed with explicit sex sure; it's one the best XXX films I've seen. See it for the best on- screen use of Satie's Gymnopedie too (wink) but especially see it for this one scene; it's some sort of worm hole lassoed onto camera.
A few years ago I read a novel where this flick figured in the plot. It was about a film editor on an obsessive quest, searching through scads of old movies for a hidden symbol in certain scenes that pointed toward some huge, hidden conspiracy obscured from profane eyes. I wish I could remember the title.
Dorothy Lemay comes upon two cowgirls by a campfire. Some lifeless porno talk while a lonely wind blows (this is how silly this stuff actually sounds when you're not horny) then the psychedelic guitars strike and the audience enters hyperspace. The song in this scene is 'Ring of Fire' if it were performed by Martians over hardcore lesbian sex, mocking the original by turning her inside out, hollowing out her guts & reassembling the bones in a jigsaw Rorschach so it only superficially resembles the parent(like the plastic cowboy set). Listen to the exaggerated hillbilly voice the singer uses to belt it out. The whole flick is iffy but here surely there's no way to jerk off here, not unless you're picking up your own deep space signal. Even the performer's sexing is stilted & affected, artificiality being the point; all these layers of unreality reflect back on each other like a TV on TV on a TV- it's a neon waxwork christened in c#m. Every time I hear this song now I nearly enter a fugue state, that menacing electro beat and mid air collision of ambient fender noise- warp speed ahead!
This is the only time a porno has done this to me, that kind of transcendent-grade mind-f%#k. See the whole flick for its bizarre, nightmare visions only incidentally criss-crossed with explicit sex sure; it's one the best XXX films I've seen. See it for the best on- screen use of Satie's Gymnopedie too (wink) but especially see it for this one scene; it's some sort of worm hole lassoed onto camera.
A few years ago I read a novel where this flick figured in the plot. It was about a film editor on an obsessive quest, searching through scads of old movies for a hidden symbol in certain scenes that pointed toward some huge, hidden conspiracy obscured from profane eyes. I wish I could remember the title.