It's happening again.

SPOILER

if there is anyone left on earth who has not watched twin peaks and doesn't know who BOB is, please don't watch. all others, revisit this, the most terrifying and upsetting scene ever to be televised on network. seriously.

The Legend of Billie Jean

Ditto.

Red Rockers

China. 1983. This was my favorite song when it came out. I always thought they were English, but it turns out they were New Orleans via San Francisco.

Hallowed be thy grace

Because HBO for some reason decided not to broadcast Gene Robinson's invocation for the inauguration today, here's a rough clip. For a christian, I'd say he did a pretty great job.

Let Freedom Ring

The Washington DC Gay Men's Chorus providing back up at today's inaugural event at the Lincoln Memorial. They were uncredited by name, but the sight of these guys, in the context of the piece, wearing their red ribbons, made me tear up. And I secretly kind of love Josh Groban.

Big Mama

Please enjoy Cass Elliot guest starring on Scooby Doo. This is part 1/5 -- the rest can also be found on youtube. I think this was my first introduction to Cass when I was a kid. She died about a year after this was made.

This Charming Man

Check out Billy's t-shirt. Sigh.

Strange Angels

The perfect late 80s post-punk Throwing Muses playing their greatest song in 1988. The video's a little spotty, but this gives me chills every time I watch it. I hate my way.

Rumble Fish

I somehow never saw this movie until tonight. I'm not sure I liked it, but I couldn't take my eyes off of it.

Great White Seagull

Ha. via towleroad.

Wide Eyed Girl

One of the best videos from the Eurythmics' 1987 LP Savage. This is Annie Lennox's strangest persona. Great song that nobody knows, great video that nobody has seen, great record that nobody seemed to listen to.

All Summer In A Day

This is by far the most heartbreaking film short I have seen in my life. Based on a Ray Bradbury story, I remember watching this over and over as a kid. I've looked for it for years. Parts II and III follow.

Teorema

Movie Review
Theorem (1968)
April 22, 1969
The Screen: A Parable by Pasolini: Teorema' in Premiere at the Coronet Terence Stamp in Role of a Visiting God
By VINCENT CANBY
Published: April 22, 1969

PIER PAOLO PASOLINI'S "Teorema," which opened yesterday at the Coronet, is the kind of movie that should be seen at least twice, but I'm afraid that a lot of people will have difficulty sitting through it even once. At least there were some who had that problem Friday night when the film was given an unannounced preview at the Coronet, supplementing the regular program, headed by "The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie."

It was a disastrous combination. "Baby Love" is a straightforward, skin-deep narrative movie that elicits conventional responses to familiar stimuli. "Teorema" (theorem) is a parable, a movie of realistic images photographed and arranged with a mathematical precision that drains them of comforting emotional meaning. For the moviegoer whose sensibilities have been preset to receive "Baby Love"—or just about any other movie now in first run here—"Teorema" is likely to be a calamitous and ridiculous experience.

The laughter the other night didn't really bother me—although that sort of laughter always surprises me, the way I'm surprised by audiences who go to all the trouble of getting into a Museum of Modern Art screening of, say, "As You Desire Me," and then giggle at some perfectly respectable but archaic 1932 movie convention. "Teorema" is a cranky and difficult film made fascinating by the fact that Pasolini has quite consciously risked just the sort of response he was given by the Coronet patrons.

To the extent that it has a coherent narrative, "Teorema" is the story of an upper middle-class Milanese family that is suddenly visited by a beautiful young man (Terence Stamp) who systematically proceeds to make love to everyone in the family — father (Massimo Girotti), mother (Silvana Mangano), daughter (Anna Wiazemsky), son (Andres José Cruz Soublette) and even the maid (Laura Betti), in roughly the reverse of that order.

Having provided each member of the household with an apparently transcendental experience, the young man departs, leaving each to collapse in his own way. Because they are materialistic, rich bourgeoisie, their collapses are elegant and terrifying. The daughter withdraws into a catatonic state; the son withdraws into his painting, determined to set up his own rules of esthetics that are so mysterious he cannot be judged; the mother and father seek to repeat their experiences with counterfeits of the young man. However, the maid, the good, decent, believing peasant woman, becomes sanctified.

"Teorema" is not my favorite kind of film. It is open to too many whimsical interpretations grounded in Pasolini's acknowledged Marxism and atheism, which, like Bunuel's anticlericism, serve so well to affirm what he denies. Pasolini has stated that the young man is not meant to represent Jesus in a Second Coming. Rather, he says, the young man is god, any god, but the fact remains that he is God in a Roman Catholic land.

Unlike Tennessee Williams, who toyed with a variation on this theme in much more simplistic terms in "The Milk Train Doesn't Stop Here Anymore" ("Boom" went the movie), Pasolini doesn't load this film with little capsulated messages of purple prose. There is very little dialogue in the movie—923 words, say the ads (but I'm not sure whether this refers to the Italian dialogue or the English subtitles). Even though Pasolini is a talented novelist and poet, the film is almost completely visual. The actors don't act, but simply exist to be photographed. The movie itself is the message, a series of cool, beautiful, often enigmatic scenes that flow one into another with the rhythm of blank verse.

This rhythm—one of the legacies of the silent film, especially of silent film comedy—was impossible for the Coronet audience to accept. The seductions are ticked off one after the other with absolutely no thought of emotional continuity. So are the individual defeats, which are punctuated by recurring shots of a desolate, volcanic landscape swept by sulphurous mists.

There is also a kind of rhythm within the images. Someone seen in right profile is immediately repeated in left profile. An action that proceeds to the left across the screen may be switched 90 degrees, directly away from the camera, or into the camera. Early scenes are in black and white. Later scenes are so muted they almost look like the old Cinecolor process, only to go monochromatic again at the end.

"Teorema" is a highly personal, open-ended movie, and one that is much more interesting to me than Pasolini's earlier "Accatone" and "The Gospel According to St. Matthew." Not the least mysterious thing about it is why the Roman Catholic Church's film reviewing body, the Office Catholique International du Cinéma, originally saw fit to give it a prize, which it later regretted. "Teorema" is a religious film, but I think it would take a very hip Jesuit to convert it into a testament to contemporary Roman Catholic dogma.


The Cast
TEOREMA, written and directed by Pier Paolo Pasolini; produced by Franco Rossellini and Manolo Bolognini; presented by the Walter Reade Organization. At the Coronet Theater, Third Avenue at 59th Street. Running time: 93 minutes.
Visitor . . . . . Terence Stamp
Wife . . . . . Silvano Mangano
Husband . . . . . Massimo Girotti
Daughter . . . . . Anne Wiazemsky
Maid . . . . . Laura Betti
Son . . . . . Andres Jose Cruz Soublette

Innocence Mission

The sweetest kids and the best teacher in the world performing "There" by the Innocence Mission.

Domino Dancing

Derek Jarman's staging for the Pet Shop Boys' 1989 world tour. I wish I had known to go see it. This might be my favorite concert backdrop ever.

Leonard Bast

It's nearly impossible to find clips of Samuel West for some reason. It seems he's practically forgotten. I loved him in the 90s.

Joanne Woodward as Carol Cutrere

Anna Magnani and Marlon Brando are incredible, but "The Fugitive Kind" belongs to Joanne Woodward.

Derek

Please watch the beautiful film by Isaac Julien with Tilda Swinton about the incredible filmmaker Derek Jarman.

Swimming Pool Library

Alan Hollinghurst's 1989 contemporary gay classic. Just finished the first chapter and I'm already hooked on its uppity, British, bourgeois, condescendingly racist, oversexed tone. I didn't think I'd like it.