The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Miss Osbourne by Walerian Borowczyk, 1981.
The Living Dead Girl by Jean Rollin, 1982.
The Fly by David Cronenberg, 1986.
Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me by David Lynch, 1992.
The Witch by Robert Eggers, 2015.
The Neon Demon by Nicolas Winding Refn, 2016.
Films that end with a woman’s sublime or abject experience. Inspired in part by a post by batarde.
“Whatever is fitted in any sort to excite the ideas of pain, and danger, that is to say, whatever is in any sort terrible, or is conversant about terrible objects, or operates in a manner analogous to terror, is a source of the sublime; that is, it is productive of the strongest emotion which the mind is capable of feeling.”
A Philosophical Inquiry into the Origin of Our Ideas of the Sublime and the Beautiful by Edmund Burke, 1757.
“The corpse, seen without God and outside of
science, is the utmost of abjection. It is death infecting life.
Abject. It is something rejected from which one does not part,
from which one does not protect oneself as from an object.
Imaginary uncanniness and real threat, it beckons to us and
ends up engulfing us.”
A video about Vietnamese noodle soup pho has Bon Appétit in some pretty hot water. The video featured Tyler Akin, a chef at Philadelphia-based Vietnamese pho restaurant Stock, speaking about his philosophy on pho, which included telling those who eat pho how to eat it properly, which includes not adding Sriracha or hoisin sauce to the broth.
Commenters inundated the video with a range of criticisms — some lighthearted, some more serious.
Steve is mesmerized, the soft tenor of Bucky’s voice permeating the hall. It only takes a few lyrics before the audience joins in, singing with Bucky. Names scrawled on skin, searching for a bond deeper than that inscribed into flesh. Steve’s hand subconsciously grips the handkerchief around his wrist, and he aches with Bucky’s words like they were pulled from his soul.
I drew these to cheer me up. These are all my recent random thoughts (lol you can maybe see that I have been alone for two weeks). I wanted to give these thoughts to Reigen to add some hilarity to them. This was so amusing (and oddly therapeutic), this could be my new art project, haha! (I’M SORRY REIGEN!! Now you must suffer the self-consciousness awkwardness and sweating problems. Wait, I guess you already have that latter one)