Muzzy With Insomnia

[thedeadlyhook]

Having one of those wake-up-at-3:00-am-for-no-reason days. Ended up wandering out to the living to watch horror movies - yes, in the middle of the night, because I'm weird, and somehow when I can't sleep, horror movies are soothing. Dario Argento's Inferno and now, Eyes of Laura Mars, a movie that really made an impression on me when I first saw it as a teenager. Still a very powerful film, with lots going on in the way of '70s movies - characters you can't predict, mysterious happenings that the filmmakers don't feel a desperate need to fully explain (and thus they maintain their mystery in a satisfying way), a haunting Babs Streisand opening song, and great performances by Faye Dunaway, young Tommy Lee Jones (OMG, the unibrow!), Brad Dourif, Raul Julia, and Rene Auberjonois (yes! Odo with no makeup!) But it's the photography-plus-psychic-powers combo that still gets me - god, talk about a metaphor that really works. The fact that I studied photography myself has... well, okay, it has something to do with it. This is perhaps the only film on record I can think of that actually gets the darkroom stuff right. And if you're curious, Laura Mars's photographs are rather loosely based on the work of Helmut Newton (edited to add: actually, from the credits, Newton actually took the pictures in the film), and although it seems pretty distant now, used to be there was a sort of flap about whether or not that sort of thing constituted "art."

I'm also picking away at the next chapter of my WIP. Toys, on reading through the latest bit, had a reaction to the tune of "wow, you really love to torture Spike, huh." Then looks at me funny, like I'm gonna look at him next and say something like, "well, you only hurt the ones you love, right?" Cue Pyscho music.

Not true. Not true. I mean, Spike is just so... hurtable. Like, there's symbolism and stuff there, about time and injury and forgiveness, and...

Okay, that really didn't come out right. Shit. Maybe I'll just get back to trying to say it through the story. If I start to come off like a big sicko, tell me then.

On a sweeter note, Toys woke up at 7:00 am and wandered out to find me because I wasn't there. Aw. And this is 11:00 am wakeup call boy. Double aw.

OMG, Brad Dourif with a poodle perm and a beard. He's actually kind of cute like that. Wow.

Comments

[maggiesox.livejournal.com]

Spike is infinitely hurtable, and I know exactly what you mean. He's a wounded dude, so physical scars can become metaphorical. Much more entertaining than just beating up Xander. Again.

[thedeadlyhook.livejournal.com]

Poor Xander! Boy, and Toys and I really handed him a kicking in "Bad Trip," too. He really is the punching bag boy, isn't he?

Although... well, at least that's one thing I can point to where I wasn't the one cheering for all the hurtage - I was originally gonna let Xander get off with an injured foot in that story.

[maggiesox.livejournal.com]

Well, I mean, Xander- suh he gets hurt. He's human, for God's sake, and in over his head. Spike...not so much.

[thedeadlyhook.livejournal.com]

I'm probably funny in that I always expected to see Xander get hurt more. I mean, seven years before he loses an eye? Pretty good, considering.

Hm... now I sound like I really have it in for Xander. Uh... (whistles innocently)

[maggiesox.livejournal.com]

Well, in all reality, he should have been hurt more. No powers, nothing but heart, going in and fighting the apocalypse year after year? I mean, Glory at the very least should have kicked his ass.

[thedeadlyhook.livejournal.com]

Or at the very least, way more pulled muscles and minor injuries. I'd have gotten a big larf if they'd had him claiming workman's comp from his construction job for a demon-related injury.

[maggiesox.livejournal.com]

Dude. Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude. That's brilliance.