Tonight at the Brattle I saw Angela Carter and Neil Jordan's The Company of Wolves (1984) with
rushthatspeaks; it was brilliant and I don't know why I haven't seen more criticism constellating it with Dennis Potter's Dreamchild (1985) and Jim Henson's Labyrinth (1986). Terence Stamp is perfectly cast as the Devil in a white touring car, whose headlights through the forest gloom are the double flash of a beast's eyes. Stephen Rea should play more werewolves. So should Danielle Dax. I wish Carter and Jordan had gotten to make the film of Vampirella/"The Lady of the House of Love" they were discussing when she died; I did not actually expect how closely his visuals would translate her prose style, elaborately artificial and bluntly homespun at once. I'd had dinner earlier with
spatch at Sapporo Ramen, where I got tantan-men with three kinds of extra seaweed; Rush and I went to Rosebud American Kitchen & Bar after the movie and I got the apple pie I had been wanting all this week of cold and rain. I came home to discover
thisbluespirit had made, as part of their gorgeous series of original and other Elements, fanart for Curium from my story "Assignment 96." I'm still not sure about recovery from Arisia, but I've had a really nice evening.
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- 1: Barely even human body parts will give yourself away
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- 5: And the birds flew right by and the earth made them sing
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