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This is my umbrella title for a creeping feeling of being trapped in or by the city: urban isolation, failing infrastructure, municipal failure/control, poverty horror.
A horrible, frightening trap created by “the cops won’t go there anymore” and racism and isolation and unseen powers in control that cannot be fought…I am a babbling white girl. Let me explain using episodes.
Candyman is the ultimate example of this poorly-named-subgenre-by-me horror. It is based on the Clive Barker short story “The Forbidden”, in the fifth volume of the Books of Blood. Both the story and the movie are stupendous. They highlights the supreme example of denied resources by being set in the Chicago neighborhood of Cabrini Green, right before municipal services are officially refusing to enter.
Enter fresh-faced graduate students who Want to Help (but also kinda Want to Watch). Add Tony Todd, who is both beautiful and scary (and an incredible gentleman, in real life), and Philip Glass’ interwoven meditations on a core lullaby/music box melody…this is as beautiful a film as it is horrific.
It Follows. I actually rented this the other day, and it blew me away. I watched it late last night, then, the next morning, made @Larry have a sit-down and watch it. I can’t really describe the plot without spoiling it. I pointed out to Larry that it has a lovely, odd look to it–reminded me of older, Australian horror–and that technology is strange but unexplained. An ereader that looks like a makeup compact, a calliope player at the movie theater…the clothing looks modern-day, cars and houses look like they are from my childhood 1970’s suburbs…Larry suggested that perhaps it was set in an alternate universe of some sorts, like Twin Peaks. Fascinating idea. Thoughts?
Falling Down. Sometimes working for the Man is just too much, and you just can’t. The last traffic jam locking up the last commute.