He's done it. He's fuckin gone and done it again.
Gregg Araki's Mysterious Skin is such an amazing fucking film... As much as I'm a diehard fan of Nowhere and really dug Doom Generation... it's amazing to see the focused influence of working from a novel that comes into his work.
What he brings to an amazing story? This visual magic that exists in reality. His use of color and texture is, at times, breathtaking. The performances in this film are often gut-wrenching. A boy who can't remember (blue boy) and a boy who can't forget (red boy).
On an interesting note about the subject matter in this film... It's an odd sensation to remember something that was so buried, that your body tried so hard to protect you from having to remember... it's odd because when you remember it, it's so familiar. You doubt yourself at first because... well... how could you forget something that unforgettable? You look at the people, still in your life, that the memory involves and you try to see signs that they've known all along... or that their bodies are still protecting them... It's alienating to remember something so... unforgettable.
I remembered when I was 16. I was 5 or 6 when it all happened. I ended up unearthing a chain of abuse, that I'm sad to say, hasn't ended with me.
So why the fuck am I unearthing this and making this business yours? Because Gregg Araki does things to me.
therese.
Gregg Araki's Mysterious Skin is such an amazing fucking film... As much as I'm a diehard fan of Nowhere and really dug Doom Generation... it's amazing to see the focused influence of working from a novel that comes into his work.
What he brings to an amazing story? This visual magic that exists in reality. His use of color and texture is, at times, breathtaking. The performances in this film are often gut-wrenching. A boy who can't remember (blue boy) and a boy who can't forget (red boy).
On an interesting note about the subject matter in this film... It's an odd sensation to remember something that was so buried, that your body tried so hard to protect you from having to remember... it's odd because when you remember it, it's so familiar. You doubt yourself at first because... well... how could you forget something that unforgettable? You look at the people, still in your life, that the memory involves and you try to see signs that they've known all along... or that their bodies are still protecting them... It's alienating to remember something so... unforgettable.
I remembered when I was 16. I was 5 or 6 when it all happened. I ended up unearthing a chain of abuse, that I'm sad to say, hasn't ended with me.
So why the fuck am I unearthing this and making this business yours? Because Gregg Araki does things to me.
therese.
but, what do elephants know?
I think I'm learning what Oz is all about.