Of recent forms taken by horror movies one I love dearly is the horror movie that fronts like its a drama and then pulls off its Prestige Drama Mask to show you the Spirit Store Halloween Mask it is wearing underneath and let me tell you Hereditary SIMPLY CANNOT WAIT to show you its cheap and lurid multiple-exposure xerox heart. Hereditary would have been an Amityville knock-off gathering dust atop its clamshell in a local video hut in 1982 or…
CHARIOTS OF THE GODS?
EVERY ONE A WINNER
suicide slushy slurrifies, spills blob skitter-light kaleidoscopic, congealing & fracting / drop out & reassemble, surmounting dollar shades rack a climbing vine of twinkling and blanking
cast backward as a place visited first in a dream, hovering down above the pyramid to join at the apex briefly an inverse pyramid made from not-yet shadow projecting up into never-quite dark a near symmetry
You know, it would be really quite terrible if we were to find ourselves trapped in the midst of an armed White Supremacist business operation which uses entertainment as a cover for nefarious schemes which sicken and enslave the whole of the culture whilst using non-whites as scapegoats for the damage and hostility which follows, further fuelling their cause, right? right?
When I was an agoraphobic psychotic 13 year old in 1987, my most prized possession was a VHS tape I had made myself by recording David Cronenberg's The Fly and Aliens off of HBO. I watched those movies over and over. I barely went to school that fall. I had not finished the end of 7th Grade because incarcerated in a for-profit psychiatric hospital for children, let out to go to an academic summer program, which was a bad idea…