2019-01-14

sovay: (Sydney Carton)
Yesterday was primarily characterized by grocery shopping while having slept forty-five minutes the previous night. Today I have a glass bottle of goat's milk in my refrigerator and my bootlace that isn't already knotted just broke. Both of these circumstances have perfectly ordinary twenty-first-century explanations and yet. Have some recently accumulated links.

1. Courtesy of [personal profile] umadoshi: I was glad to see this follow-up article of differing perspectives—millennial and otherwise—on burnout.

2. I like how this article on "Why We Need to Keep Searching for Lost Silent Films" answers its own question with its subtitle: "Early motion pictures give us an important window into our collective past." I'd heard of Something Good – Negro Kiss (1898). I'd never heard of Diplomatic Henry (1915).

3. Courtesy of [personal profile] handful_ofdust: I love this appreciation of medieval bog body fashion, but I have to say the reconstruction of Bockstensmannen looks a bit done with the whole thing.

(While we're talking about things under water and earth, I was reminded by a recent exchange with [personal profile] strange_complex that I've never understood why I don't see Elizabeth Marie Pope's The Perilous Gard (1974) included in more discussions of folk horror. It was published in the '70's and revolves around the fire sacrifice of a year-king to the old gods of the land. I thought of it the first time I saw The Wicker Man (1973). Maybe the Child ballad confuses people.)

4. [personal profile] moon_custafer has been making text posts from The Testament of Dr. Mabuse.

5. Over the weekend I was having one of those moments of wondering what I have ever done worthwhile with my life when [personal profile] spatch showed me this tweet. About the only time I want the capacity to interact with Twitter is to say thank you for something like that.

I will be at Arisia this weekend, because some of the people who stepped up to put out the fires are people I trust. I'll post my schedule soon.
sovay: (Claude Rains)
I leave this image as a sort of placeholder for The Beast of the City (1932), which I will have to write about some night when I don't have to get up early for a molasses flood commemoration. I was just watching it for Jean Harlow, but then there was the ending. I knew I liked Wallace Ford from Freaks (1932) and various older appearances as a character actor, but he appears to have joined the ranks of nicely weird-looking people I could watch all night. I haven't seen a body count like that since Tarantino.

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