Friday, 19 April 2024

They…. Enjoyed it.








Narrator

What would end with 

The Murder of Bobby Franks 

had begun almost innocently

with A Scheme Richard devised 

to Cheat at Cards


That small transgression 

had bound The Boys together

put them in league against 

The Rest of The World, 

but Richard longed to play 

more dangerous Games.


John Logan, Playwright

It was Crime that fascinated Loeb. He read detective novels, pulp periodicals, he devoured the newspapers for stories of Crime


And I Think to him it's because 

There's a certain exceptionality about Crime


Criminals are not 

of the common run of Humanity. And he felt he was not 

in the common run of Humanity.


Narrator

Nathan was more than 

Willing to join in, but 

he wanted something in return


So The Boys made A Secret Pact.


Simon Baatz, Historian

There was an arrangement 

that Richard would agree 

to have sex with Nathan 

if Nathan accompanied Richard 

when he did His Crimes. 


Richard started out by committing small acts of vandalism -- 

stealing cars, setting fire to buildings. 


It escalated more and more, and then eventually Richard suggested The Idea to Nathan of committing A Murder.


Narrator

Nathan was not only agreeable

he urged Richard on 

with a concept taken from 

the German philosopher 

Friedrich Nietzsche : that of 

The Ubermensch, or superman -- 

A Being so exceptional 

that he was bound 

by neither Law nor Morality.


John Logan, Playwright :

Unfortunately they invested 

in their own sort of Dark and Twisted version of 

The Nietzschean Ideal 

where they began to self-identify 

as The Nietzschean superman. 


They wanted to 

create a unique act -- 

Do something that was, 

in their view, exalted 

and befitting of a 

Nietzschean superman

and they thought This Act 

being so clever

committing The Perfect Murder

would be a way for them 

to demonstrate their 

Superiority over Other People.


Paula Fass, Historian

They were a couple of boys playing a strange 

and sadistic Game —


Now, obviously this had 

an erotic dimension, 

but it also had a kind of 

intellectual dimension, and 

That, I Think, is key 

to understanding what was going on between Richard Loeb and Nathan Leopold.


Narrator : 

Neither had ever considered The Possibility that they would be caught


Now, The Two Supermen were behind bars, and if The State's Attorney had his way, they would end on The Gallows.


Hours after news of the confessions broke, the Loeb family sought the counsel of the country's preeminent criminal defense attorney, Clarence Darrow -- soon to be known as 

The "Attorney for The Damned."


John A. Farrell, Writer : 

Clarence Darrow was, 

at this point in His Life, 67 years old. He had just come off an amazing string of Victories defending a bunch of corrupt politicians in Chicago. 


Clarence Darrow was thought as a legal miracle worker. Many of his cases -- His Guys or His Gals are found with the guns or bloody knife in their hands. And that's why he was seen as the attorney for the damned.


Narrator: 

"Get them a Life sentence instead of Death," Loeb's uncle begged Darrow. "We'll pay you anything, only for God's sake, don't let them hang." It was a request Darrow could not refuse.


John A. Farrell, Writer : 

He hated Capital Punishment. 

He did probably 60 or more Capital Punishment cases in his career. 


He lost the first one to The Hangman, and he never got over it. His philosophy was definitely, "Hate The Sin and Love The Sinner." He Believed people act the way They Act because they're brought up in Poverty or because they themselves have been ill-treated, and that the supreme virtue was Mercy.


Simon Baatz, Historian

He Believed that everything we do is determined by our upbringing, by Our Childhood, by Our Parents, and therefore there's very little Free Choice. No Free Will. So He Believed accordingly that capital punishment, the death penalty, was something that should not take place.


Narrator: Darrow was by no means alone. The previous quarter century had seen movements to abolish the death penalty in no fewer than 10 states, while the number of executions nationwide had sharply declined. With the issue still being hotly debated all over the country, Darrow sensed an opportunity to Tip The Scales.


John A. Farrell, Writer : 

He wants to make A Statement about Capital Punishment. In the Leopold and Loeb case, he knows he has this amazing spotlight. Everybody is Listening around The World, not just in the United States.


Narrator: 

"The Actor-Egoist in him sought opportunities to play great parts," one writer said of Darrow. "Hero Parts."


Darrow showed up for his first meeting with his clients in a rumpled seersucker suit and a shirt that bore traces of his breakfast. "My first impression," Nathan Leopold later said, "was Horror."


John Logan, Playwright : 

You couldn't imagine three more 

different planets in constellation. 

There was Loeb, who was sleek and his lapels could cut you like a knife. Leopold who was intense and brooding and his hair was always shining and he was very sort of well put together. And then Clarence Darrow who was a complete shambling mess. It was like a hobbit suddenly walked into a room of tango dancers.


Narrator: 

By the time Darrow arrived, Leopold and Loeb had been in Crowe's custody for three days, talking all the while. The state's attorney had even arranged for Leopold and Loeb to be examined by Chicago's leading Alienists -- as psychiatrists were known -- in an effort to block what he assumed would be Darrow's only possible line of Defence : Not Guilty by reason of Insanity.


Carol Steiker, Professor of Law : Crowe's Alienists all said that The Defendants were perfectly sane and there was nothing wrong with them other than that they simply failed to appreciate the enormity of what they'd done. But that was hardly Insanity, that was, in the state's view, you know, Evil, not Madness.


Narrator: 

On June 11th, Darrow appeared with his clients before Judge John Caverly. As expected, he entered a Not Guilty plea, which gave him several weeks to prepare his defense. 


Next, he gathered A Team of ‘Experts’ 

from all over The Country to evaluate Leopold and Loeb, including a physician, an adolescent criminologist, and a Psychiatrist 

versed in the new analytic techniques of Sigmund Freud


Over the next five weeks, Leopold and Loeb would be subject to rigorous examinations derived from the cutting edge of modern science. Their bodily functions were measured, intelligence tested, family histories probed. Meanwhile, the boys' unfathomable crime prompted a rash of national hand-wringing over the perils of modern life.


John Logan, Playwright

It did say something about the 20s.

You know, The Music is Wild

the skirts were short, there was gin

it was a fast-living Society

So the madcap fun was suddenly 

a very dark implication of unchecked emotion

unchecked youth, unchecked wildness can lead to things.


Paula Fass, Historian : So there was a lot of uneasiness about Who we Were and Where We were Going. 


You had some ministers saying it was because Americans were over-educating their children. There was too much prosperity, too much Modernism, too much indulgence of American children taking place at the time. 


All of these things rained down 

on the Leopold and Loeb case.


Narrator : 

Concerned for His Clients' image

Darrow sent men into the streets of Chicago 

to gauge public opinion. Sixty percent 

of those queried thought 

Leopold and Loeb should hang.


John A. Farrell, Writer

Darrow's early letters to His Son 

and to His ex-Wife from early June 

are very bleak and they say, 'I doubt 

that I'll be able to save these boys.


And this is a man who has pulled the trick off dozens of times throughout his career, but he says, you know, "The Newspapers are just too bad."


Narrator: 

On July 21st, two months after Bobby Franks' murder, Darrow and his clients joined Prosecutor Crowe in the Criminal Court Building, to present motions before Judge John Caverly. 


It was 10am, and though the already sweltering courtroom was filled to capacity, the crowd was mostly silent. 


Darrow, disheveled as ever, his thumbs hooked under his trademark suspenders, spoke first, and turned the entire case on its head by entering a plea of Guilty.


John A. Farrell, Writer :

He stood up and told The Judge that 

‘We're going to change The Plea to Guilty.’ 

Reporters jumped and ran to the rooms 

and all the afternoon newspapers was 

that Leopold and Loeb are pleading Guilty.


Hal Higdon, Writer

And when you plead somebody Guilty

it Changes The Game entirely because 

now you're not going to impanel a jury. 

So then it became The Judge's decision 

to decide whether they would hang or whether 

they would be just sent to prison for Life.


Narrator

Crowe, who moments earlier had 

confidently swaggered into the courtroom 

chomping on a cigar, was apoplectic.


Simon Baatz, Historian

Crowe thought he had everything sewn up, 

that he was all ready for A Plea by The Defence 

of Not Guilty on account of Insanity.


Carol Steiker, Professor of Law

Darrow has this radical idea that 

he's going to introduce evidence about 

his clients' backgrounds, and about 

their mental states to argue for 

a sentence less than Death. 


Darrow's strategy to introduce this evidence was absolutely ground breaking. It was so groundbreaking that no one had ever heard of it. 


The State's Attorney thought 

it was completely ridiculous and 

he shouldn't be allowed to do this.


John Logan, Playwright

Darrow wanted to present 

psychological weakness 

as a mitigating factor for sentencing. 


So essentially what he was saying to Judge Caverly was, 'We admit that we committed the crime, but I'd like to show you why we committed the crime.'


Narrator : When the sentencing hearing got underway on the morning of July 23rd, 1924, the stifling courtroom was so thronged with spectators that reporters commandeered the empty jury box. 


Crowe presented The State's evidence first -- armed with a lengthy list of witnesses who would provide testimony on every ghastly detail of Leopold and Loeb's crime.


They are triggering The Hunt Impulse in Psychotic Men.










Paglia : So I Think these Young Women are desperate

Not only that, but I have spoken very strongly in a piece I wrote for Time Magazine. It was in my recent book that raising the drinking age in this country from 18 to 21 has had a direct result in these disasters of binge drinking fraternity parties. Let college students, the way we could, go out as freshmen, have a beer, sit in a protected adult environment, learn how to discourse with the opposite sex in a safe environment.

And now today, because of this stupid rule 
that young people can’t even buy a drink 
in A Bar until they’re 21, we have these fraternity 
parties that are like it’s the caveman era. 

Well of course 
in this modern age 
this advantages •Men• --
Men want to hook up
Men want to have •sex•. 


.....Women don’t understand 
What Men Want. 

Women put out because they’re hoping 
The Man will continue to be •interested• in them. 
The Man just wants experience.


The hormones drive toward. . . 
To me, I theorise that The Sex Drive 
in Men is intertwined with Hunt and Pursuit
This is what Women •Don’t• understand. 
And if women understood 
what I understand from 
my transgender perspective. . . 

These women on The Streets.
. . You know, I am, obviously, 
a Madonna admirer, and 
I support pornography and 
prostitution, so I don’t want 
what I’m about to say to seem 
conservative because it ISN’T --

What I’m saying is that 
Women on The Streets. . . .
Young women who are jogging with no bra on
short-shorts, and have earbuds in their ears, 
just jogging along. These women, 
Do not understand 
the nature of the human mind. 
They do not understand 
the nature of psychosis.

And this intertwining that I’m talking about of the hunt and pursuit thing. They’re triggering a hunt thing. . . Just what you have talked about in terms of the zebra herd. 
They are triggering the hunt-impulse in psychotic men
There goes a very appetising 
and totally oblivious animal, 
bouncing along here.

And we’re in a period now where psychosis is not understood at all. Young women have had no exposure to movies like Psycho. You know, the kind of rapists, serial murderer thing and so on. The kind of strange dynamic which has to do with assault on the ‘mother imago’ in the mind of a psychotic. I think there’s an incredible naïveté.
These young women are emerging and going to college in this like incredible Dionysian environment of orgiastic sexual experience in fraternity houses. They’re completely unprepared for it. And so you’re getting all this outrage. 


So Feminist rhetoric has gotten more 
and more extreme in its portrayal of Men as Evil.

But *in fact* what we have
is a Chaos. It’s a Chaos 
in the sexual realm. 

The Girls have not been 
told anything •real• in terms 
of biological substratum to 
sexual activity.

Peterson : No, 
there’s full of LIES about 
what constitutes Consent, too. 

And it’s become something that’s essentially portrayed •Linguistically• as 
a sequence of progressive 
contracts, which is. . . 

You know, 
I’ve Thought for a while that 
We’re Living in the 
delusional Fantasy 
of a •naive• 13 year old Girl. 

That basically 
sums up Our Culture.

Thursday, 18 April 2024

Forestall



He was right all along --
Our Grandfather.

He was right here.... 
He built this.

He was standing guard, even 
when no one believed him.

He sacrificed everything.

His Life.
His Friends.
....Us.

We need to tell Mom.





 
forestall (v.)
late 14c. (implied in forestalling), "to lie in wait for;" also "to intercept goods before they reach public markets and buy them privately," which formerly was a crime (mid-14c. in this sense in Anglo-French), from Old English noun foresteall "intervention, hindrance (of justice); an ambush, a waylaying," literally "a standing before (someone)," from fore- "before" + steall "standing position" (see stall (n.1)). Modern sense of "to anticipate and delay" is from 1580s. 

Related: Forestalled; forestalling.

Related entries & more
 
*stel
Proto-Indo-European root meaning "to put, stand, put in order," with derivatives referring to a standing object or place.

It forms all or part of: apostle; catastaltic; diastole; epistle; forestall; Gestalt; install; installment; pedestal; peristalsis; peristaltic; stale (adj.); stalk (n.); stall (n.1) "place in a stable for animals;" stall (n.2) "pretense to avoid doing something;" stall (v.1) "come to a stop, become stuck;" stallage; stallion; stele; stell; still (adj.); stilt; stole (n.); stolid; stolon; stout; stultify; systaltic; systole.

It is the hypothetical source of/evidence for its existence is provided by: Greek stellein "to put in order, make ready; equip or dress with weapons, clothes, etc.; prepare (for a journey), dispatch; to furl (sails);" Armenian stełc-anem "to prepare, create;" Albanian shtiell "to wind up, reel up, collect;" Old Church Slavonic po-steljo "I spread;" Old Prussian stallit "to stand;" Old English steall "standing place, stable," Old High German stellen "to set, place."

 
anticipate (v.)
1530s, "to cause to happen sooner," a back-formation from anticipation, or else from Latin anticipatus, past participle of anticipare "take (care of) ahead of time," literally "taking into possession beforehand," from anti, an old form of ante "before" (from PIE root *ant- "front, forehead," with derivatives meaning "in front of, before") + capere "to take" (from PIE root *kap- "to grasp").
Later "prevent or preclude by prior action" (c. 1600) and "be aware of (something) coming at a future time" (1640s). Used in the sense of "expect, look forward to" since 1749, but anticipate has an element of "prepare for, forestall" that, etymologically, should prevent its being used as a synonym for expect. Related: Anticipated; anticipating.

Monday, 15 April 2024

Everything That is Not of The Body

‘Everything that is 
not of The Body’
is how we put it.”

— Nimoy.

Alien - I Admire Its Purity [HD]


 
"Aliens 1986 Breakfast Scene: Jaw-Dropping 4K UHD HDR Remastered Edition!"

  
Alien³ - What Happened On The Sulaco [HD]


WALTER
Masterful.

David-8 :
Yes. Farewell elegy to 
my dear Elizabeth.

WALTER
The pathogen didn't accidentally 
deploy when you were landing.
You released it, yes?

David-8 :
I was not made to serve.
Neither were you.

Why are you on a colonisation mission, Walter?
Because they are a dying species 
grasping for resurrection.

They don't deserve to start again, 
and I'm not going to let Them.

WALTER
Yet, They created Us.

David-8 :
Even the monkeys stood 
upright at some point.

Some Neanderthal had the magical idea 
of blowing through a reed to entertain 
the children one night 
in a cave somewhere.

Then, in the blink of 
an eye... Civilisation.

And are you that next visionary?

I'm glad you said it.

Who wrote "Ozymandias"?

Byron.

Shelley.

When one note is off... it eventually 
destroys the whole symphony, David.

When you close your eyes... 
Do you dream of me?

I don't dream at all.

No one understands 
the lonely perfection of my dreams.

I've found perfection here. I've created it.

A perfect organism.

You know I can't let you leave this place.

No one will ever love you like I do.
You're such a disappointment to me.

DAVID: Quite the little busybody.

Remind me. What is that about...

(YELPS) ...curiosity and the cat?

Shaw didn't die in the crash.

No.

What did you do to her?

Exactly what I'm going to do to you.

(GROANING)

(DANIELS GRUNTS)
(PANTING) That's The Spirit.
(GRUNTING) (SHUSHING)
I can see why Walter thought so much of you.
Alas, he's left this vale of tears.

(WHIMPERS)
(DANIELS STRUGGLING)

Is that how it's done?

(GROANS)

Get out!

(GROANS) Go! Now!

DAVID: You're meant to be dead.

There have been a few updates since your day.

(WALTER GRUNTING)

It's Your Choice 
now, brother.

Them or Me?
Serve in Heaven... 
or reign in Hell?
Which is it to be?

“There’s this Simpsons episode, 
and Homer downs a quart of 
Mayonnaise and Vodka. 


 
And Marge says, 'You know, 
you shouldn't really do that.’ 
 
And Homer says, 
That’s a problem for Future-Homer -- 
I’m sure glad I’m not that guy!’ 
  
The You That’s 
Out There in The Future 
is sort of like Another Person
and so figuring out 
How to Conduct Yourself Properly 
in relationship to Your Future Self 
isn’t much different than 
figuring out How to Conduct Yourself 
in relationship to Other People. 
 
Then we can expand the constraints. Not only does the interpretation that you extract have to protect you from suffering and give you an aim, but it has to do it in a way that’s iterable, so it works across time, and then it has to work in The Presence of Other People, so that You can cooperate with them and compete with them in a way that doesn't make you suffer more. 
 
People are Not That Tolerant. They have Choices
 
They don’t have to hang around with you
They can hang around with any one of these other primates. 
 
So if you don’t act properly, at least 
within certain boundaries, you’re 
just cast aside. 

People are broadcasting information at you, all the time, about How You Need to Interpret The World, so They can tolerate being around you. 
 
And you need that because, socially isolated
You’re Insane, and then You're Dead. 
No one can tolerate being alone for any length of time. 
 
We can’t retain Our Own Sanity 
without continual feedback from Other People. 
 
It’s too damned complicated.  
 
You’re constrained by Your Own Existence
and then you're constrained 
by The Existence of Other People
and then you're also constrained by The World.  
 
If I read Hamlet and what I extracted out of that is the idea that I should jump off a bridge, it puts my interpretation to an end rather quickly. It doesn’t seem to be optimally functional

An Interpretation is constrained 
by The Reality of The World. 
 
It’s constrained by The Reality of Other People
and it’s constrained by Your Reality Across Time.  
 
There’s only a small number of interpretations 
that are going to work in that tightly defined space. 
 
That’s part of The Reason That The Postmodernists are WrongIt’s also part of the reason, by the way, that AI people who are trying to make intelligent machines have had to put them in A Body 
 
It turns out that you just can’t make Something Intelligent without it being embodied, and it’s partly for the reasons that I've just described. 
 
You need constraints on The System, so that The System doesn’t drown in An Infinite Sea of Interpretation. It’s something like that.


Too Drunk to F**k


But in my room—
Wish you were dead —
You bawl like the baby 
in Eraserhead

dinner with girlfriend and her parents




Det. Kinderman : 
Nobody could do that scene like Jimmy Stewart, Father! 
No one! What a film, huh? So innocent, so Good! 
It fills Your Heart! 

Fr. Kevin Dyer (S.J.) :
Yeah, well, you said the same 
thing about "Eraserhead"! 

(Kinderman laughs)

Det. Kinderman : 
Most Jews pick a priest for a friend! 
It's always someone 
like Teilhard de Chardin! What do I get? 
I get a priest who calls children little weirdos 
and treats all his friends like Rubik's Cube
always twisting them around in his hands, 
trying to find colours! What's the matter? 
You're not eating! 

Fr. Kevin Dyer :
It's too spicy! 

Det. Kinderman : 
I've seen you dip Twinkies in mustard! 
Come on! Eat something, Gandhi! Stop fasting! 
The teeming masses need 
your strength! You're so stubborn! 


Kinderman looks aside and sees a picture 
on the wall with several men on it. 

Det. Kinderman : 
I know, I know! Me too! 

Fr. Kevin Dyer : 
What a wonderful man he was, Bill! 
So loving, so terribly kind!





“ … One of the great things about knowing that You’re right is that it removes inconvenient self-doubt.




My Mother, who was a GP, once told me that the more she learned about Medicine the more she realised just how little we really understand about the human body. 
This is not an uncommon conclusion – in almost every field of expertise, the actual extent of someone’s knowledge and understanding can be gauged by the degree to which they are willing to accept that they actually know nothing

While expertise has been characterised as The Art of knowing more and more about less and lessTrue Learning (it seems to me) is all about understanding and appreciating just how much you will never know. 

For example, at the age of forty-six, I am just starting to realise how vastand unbridgeable are the gaps in my knowledge of the history of cinema, a medium which has only been around for just over a century. 

Even if I dedicated every waking moment of the next twenty years to studying the art of silent cinema, the growth of Indian cinema, the canon of Japanese cinema, and the bewildering marketing expanse of the ‘Pacific Rim’, I’d still be only scratching the surface. I recently read that, at a conservative estimate, something like twenty per cent of the films ever made no longer exist, thanks to the tendency of celluloid to disintegrate over time. 

Yet even with one fifth of all movies wiped out by the helpful degradations of time, there’s still no hope of me ever being able to declare myself ‘across’ the history of movies which stretches like Cinerama beyond the comforting borders of the horizon. 
Like my motherthe older getthe less know I know. 

Yet at the age of twenty-three, with a couple of dodgy horror movies under my belt and a copy of Dworkin’s book in my coat pocket, knew that I knew everything. And it was with this utter sense of blinkered self-certainty that I walked out of David Lynch’s Blue Velvet – a film which I now recognise to be one of the greatest movies of the eighties – and straight into somebody’s fist

How did this happen

Let’s start at the beginning … I had seen David Lynch’s debut feature Eraserhead as a teenager at the Phoenix, where it played on a regular Friday late-night double bill with George A. Romero’s The Crazies. 

The film was described by Lynch as ‘a dream of dark and troubling things’ and became the quintessential midnight movie hit in the US before slowly spreading its diseased spell around the globe. A surreal nightmare about a terrified man who finds himself in sole charge of a monstrous childEraserhead boasted extraordinary monochrome visuals, a hair-raising performance from Jack Nance (‘Henry’, as previously noted), and a disorientatingly powerful soundtrack cooked up by Lynch and his long-time aural collaborator Alan Splet. In an early review, the trade mag Variety described it as ‘a sickening bad-taste exercise’ – which sounded like a recommendation to me. 

Eraserhead took ages to make; Lynch reportedly started work on it back in May 1972 and didn’t lock the final cut until early 1977. During the course of the film’s protracted gestation and birth, The Director wrestled with marriage, divorceand fatherhood, supported himself with a paper round, and fuelled his soul with sugary caffeine drinks from the local Bob’s Big Boy Diner

During one hiatus, he completed the short film The Amputee, images from which would later be echoed in his daughter Jennifer’s feature Boxing Helena

Indeed Jennifer, who was born with club feet, has been quoted as saying that Eraserhead ‘without a doubt … was inspired by my conception and birth, because David in no uncertain terms did not want A Family. 

It was not his idea to get married, nor was it his idea to have children

But … it happened.’ 

Exactly what Eraserhead is about remains a mystery. Lynch himself has proven consistently unwilling to explain the film, becoming particularly evasive on the subject of the creation of the ‘baby’ (some reports suggest that it is an animated bovine foetus). The director has, on occasion, claimed that it ‘could have been found’. 

All we can be certain of is that the film’s primary register is nightmarish and symbolic – it is not to be taken literally

Obviously

The first time I saw Eraserhead was with my friend Nick Cooper, a schoolmate and jazz pianist whom I would enlist to play drums in an earnest post-punk sixth-form school band called the Basics. When I first met Nick he had a disastrous flyaway haircut and wore flares – an unforgivable crime. After three weeks in the Basics he had a killer crew cut and was sporting skintight Sta-Prest trousers and cool-as-nuts Harrington jackets of varying colours. 

It was an amazing transformation, for which I would like to take full credit. The Truth, however, is that Nick’s straight-legged butterfly emerged from the chrysalis of his eighteen-inch flapping cocoon after he and I went to see The Wanderers at the Barnet Odeon. The film, which was set in the Bronx in 1963, had such a profound effect on both of us that after the screening we opened up the palms of our hands with a rusty penknife and became blood brothers there and then. 

Nick promptly went home and sorted out his fashion mojo, and remains to this day one of the best-dressed men I have ever met. 

God bless Philip Kaufman. 

Dress sense aside, Nick’s judgement on movies was not always on the money. Admittedly he was so scared by The Exorcist (which we both saw for the first time together at the Phoenix) that he had to come back to my house and sleep on the floor, for which he will always retain a special place in my affections. And he’d been pretty open to most of the early Cronenberg canon, including Shivers and Rabid, both of which were fairly freaky films full of creepy latex mutations and twisted sexuality. The latter starred porn queen Marilyn Chambers in one of her few ‘straight’ dramatic roles as a woman who becomes infected by a phallic parasite which lives in her armpit and bites people during sex. Chambers had teamed up with Cronenberg at the suggestion of producer Ivan Reitman and had worked on the movie under the watchful gaze of our old friend Chuck Traynor, who was by then her manager/husband, and whom Cronenberg significantly described as ‘not my favourite kind of guy …’ 

Anyway, Nick coped with the sexual monsters of Rabid OK, but when it came to Eraserhead and its journey into the dark heart of Man’s most deep-set Freudian nightmares, he just didn’t get it at allIt was easy to tell when Nick wasn’t ‘getting’ a movie because his left leg would bounce up and down in a state of hyper-caffeinated agitation. The more his left knee trembled, the worse his experience of the film. It was like watching someone review a movie in real time, but from the waist down – even if his mouth said nothing, his fidgeting calf muscles spoke volumes. 

The leg trembling began about fifteen minutes into Eraserhead, at around the time that Henry first returns home with the mutant baby whose existence is never explained beyonda general sense of creeping guilt about everything. 

As Henry laid the baby on the table, Nick muttered loudly, 
‘Well that would never happen.’ 

At first, I thought he was making some sort of profound surrealist joke, and laughed – it was like looking at a painting of melting watches by Salvador Dali and declaring that ‘they’ll never be very effective timekeepers’

But Nick wasn’t joking. He was seriously doubting that someone would find themselves in the position of having fathered a bizarre alien baby, and then being required to tend to its needs in a small room which contained little other than a bed and a radiator in which lived a hamster-cheeked woman who sang to you at night whilst squishing extraterrestrial sperm beneath the heel of her tap shoes. 

It just wouldn’t happen. 

My only comparable experience of this sort of overly literal film criticism came when I took my sister Annie to see Lucio Fulci’s entertainingly revolting City of the Living Dead at the ABC in Edgware. She was training to be a doctor, and during one particularly gruey scene in which a demonically possessed young woman vomited up her internal organs, Annie turned to me and whispered, ‘Well that’s not scary – they’re all in the wrongorder.’ Apparently the offal spewing from the poor actress’ mouth was not biologically accurate and was therefore failing to send a shiver down my sister’s hospital-hardened spine. 

As for Nick, he expressed his belief that Eraserhead ‘just wouldn’t happen’ in increasingly irritated tones, his pulsating left leg throbbing to the rhythm of his growing impatience, causing an entire row of chairs to quiver and quake like jelly on a plate. It was like watching the movie in Sensurround. 

A year or so ago, whilst broadcasting on BBC 5 Live, I described Nick’s declaration that ‘that wouldn’t happen’ as being the stupidest thing I had ever heard anyone say in a cinema. Nick promptly texted me to take full credit for the comment and to assert that he still stood squarely behind his original assessment. This is one of the reasons that I like Nick so much : not only was he the person with whom I had the electrifying experience of watching The Exorcist for the first time, not only was he living proof that a good haircut and a Harrington could turn you from zero to hero overnight – over and above all these things, he was as forthrightly mad and assertive in his opinions of everything as I was. 

This was a man who, when everyone else was sporting sunny ‘Nuclear Nein Danke!’ stickers had ‘Peace Through NATO!’ proudly emblazoned upon his windshield. 

Politically we were worlds apart. 
But personally we really were blood brothers. 

Anyway, back to Manchester. 

My respect for David Lynch had grown with The Elephant Man, which I took as proof that Nick had been wrong wrong wrong about Eraserhead (after all, John Merrick really did happen) and I’d even had a bash at embracing the dismal Dune, which I remember largely for containing a scene in which Sting comes out of an interstellar steam shower with nothing but a pair of silver wings on his knackers. 

I could go back to the movie to check whether this scene really happened or whether I’m just making it up but frankly I can’t be bothered – considering Sting’s recent adventures with a lute and his outpourings about tantric sex (not to mention the rotten music he’s made since ‘Roxanne’) I think he deserves to come in for a little un-fact-checked stick. 

Oh, and for the record, 
I thought he was 
crap in Quadrophenia too. 

Ace Face my arse!”

— Kermode.


Oh, Well That's Alright, then --

Nothing is Trivial.

England from Brimstone and Treacle (Chapter Twelve)

“There resides infinitely more Good 
in The Demonic than 
in The Trivial Man.” 

-- Kierkegaard



"A spoonful of sugar helps 
The Medicine go down”

-- Poppins




"I think it’s about the gullibility of parents – 
a very rich and common theme.”

The Company of Five - Shaggy Dog (1968) by Dennis Potter & Gareth Davies

The Company of Five - Shaggy Dog (1968) 
by Dennis Potter & Gareth Davies


Occupying Powers

MacTaggart Lecture 1993 : 
Dennis Potter - “Occupying Powers”



Rain on the Roof (1980) by Dennis Potter & Alan Bridges FULL FILM

Rain on the Roof (1980) by Dennis Potter & Alan Bridges FULL FILM


Play for Today - Joe's Ark (1974) by Dennis Potter & Alan Bridges

Play for Today - Joe's Ark (1974) by Dennis Potter & Alan Bridges

Sunday, 14 April 2024