I recognized the problems with the timeline as soon as I woke up, but any dream in which an experimental director adapts a short story of mine into a short surreal film starring Anthony Perkins is a good dream. I wish I remembered enough about the story to write it. I wish I had the time to write.
It was a small Thanksgiving this year: immediate family and no really fancy side dishes except for a new style of pie and the squash it turned out there was nothing to be done with except full military honors, but the turkey was a pearl among birds and my niece brought her new Elsa doll and demonstrated her cat meow for me and fortunately the sudden outbreak of baby spiders in the living room (which we had just vacuumed that morning, of course) held off until after she had left with her family. There are lots of baked apples left over. I foresee a pleasant frequency of Turkey Terrifics in my future.
I did not know that "behind the sofa" was a cultural trope. That is exactly how my fifth grade class watched Don Siegel's Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1956). Everybody started off on or in front of the peeling, faux-leather sofa that was part of the classroom furniture, and gradually migrated behind it over the course of the film. I include myself in this group. I always assumed other people spoke from equally literal experience.
I just like this image very much: Cornelius Ary Renan, "Les Voix de la Mer" (1899). Courtesy of![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
handful_ofdust.
It was a small Thanksgiving this year: immediate family and no really fancy side dishes except for a new style of pie and the squash it turned out there was nothing to be done with except full military honors, but the turkey was a pearl among birds and my niece brought her new Elsa doll and demonstrated her cat meow for me and fortunately the sudden outbreak of baby spiders in the living room (which we had just vacuumed that morning, of course) held off until after she had left with her family. There are lots of baked apples left over. I foresee a pleasant frequency of Turkey Terrifics in my future.
I did not know that "behind the sofa" was a cultural trope. That is exactly how my fifth grade class watched Don Siegel's Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1956). Everybody started off on or in front of the peeling, faux-leather sofa that was part of the classroom furniture, and gradually migrated behind it over the course of the film. I include myself in this group. I always assumed other people spoke from equally literal experience.
I just like this image very much: Cornelius Ary Renan, "Les Voix de la Mer" (1899). Courtesy of
handful_ofdust.
