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1. I have con crud. I owe several people e-mail, and I will get to them when my baseline for coherence comes back up and my throat stops feeling like sea urchins.
2. I haven't been able to remember my dreams for weeks, except for the really random one where I started dating Roger Rees in the middle of a production of Twelfth Night (I know, I'm as surprised as anyone). I went all through Arisia with a hungover sense of complex and otherwise memorable dreams that my early-morning schedule was obliterating. Last night I dreamed about driving several miles to make an after-midnight showing of a Czech or Hungarian film in which something that everyone really wanted to believe was the Devil came to town, with somewhat different results from The Master and Margarita. It was being shown in a college auditorium; the house lights were on; people came and went, taking smoke or snack breaks or returning with friends. I woke up before the movie ended, so I'll never find out whether I was right in my guesses that the stranger was either an unfallen angel or something from another mythology entirely, not dualistic at all. The print had that slight saturated grain I associate with films from the 1980's, but the story looked to be set in the '50's. I can't remember if I knew the director's name even in the dream.
3. I am not encouraging anyone to participate in this contest. I am merely marveling at its existence. From the channel that brought you Anonymous Rex, Boa vs. Python, and Mansquito:
1099 A.D.: A battle-weary knight leads his men home from the Holy Land after years of fighting. But the supposedly holy relic he's carrying bears a terrible curse, and now a murderous demon has been unleashed. It's up to Sir Gregory and some unlikely allies to battle this unholy scourge and stop the spread of an unspeakable evil.
(Why is it always unspeakable evil? Why is no one ever threatened by evil that's a little tricky to talk about? Or evil that inspires all-night philosophical filibusters? I guarantee the latter provides much more scope for stories.)
And then you are supposed to Name That Syfy Movie.
4. Maybe I'll just go back to bed. I liked my fictional movie better.
2. I haven't been able to remember my dreams for weeks, except for the really random one where I started dating Roger Rees in the middle of a production of Twelfth Night (I know, I'm as surprised as anyone). I went all through Arisia with a hungover sense of complex and otherwise memorable dreams that my early-morning schedule was obliterating. Last night I dreamed about driving several miles to make an after-midnight showing of a Czech or Hungarian film in which something that everyone really wanted to believe was the Devil came to town, with somewhat different results from The Master and Margarita. It was being shown in a college auditorium; the house lights were on; people came and went, taking smoke or snack breaks or returning with friends. I woke up before the movie ended, so I'll never find out whether I was right in my guesses that the stranger was either an unfallen angel or something from another mythology entirely, not dualistic at all. The print had that slight saturated grain I associate with films from the 1980's, but the story looked to be set in the '50's. I can't remember if I knew the director's name even in the dream.
3. I am not encouraging anyone to participate in this contest. I am merely marveling at its existence. From the channel that brought you Anonymous Rex, Boa vs. Python, and Mansquito:
1099 A.D.: A battle-weary knight leads his men home from the Holy Land after years of fighting. But the supposedly holy relic he's carrying bears a terrible curse, and now a murderous demon has been unleashed. It's up to Sir Gregory and some unlikely allies to battle this unholy scourge and stop the spread of an unspeakable evil.
(Why is it always unspeakable evil? Why is no one ever threatened by evil that's a little tricky to talk about? Or evil that inspires all-night philosophical filibusters? I guarantee the latter provides much more scope for stories.)
And then you are supposed to Name That Syfy Movie.
4. Maybe I'll just go back to bed. I liked my fictional movie better.

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>>Or evil that inspires all-night philosophical filibusters<<
Yes! That's some pretty high-octane evil, right there!
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More things should inspire philosophy. There's not enough of it these days.
(I approve very much of your icon.)
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I feel very sorry for James Frain. I last saw him in Julie Taymor's Titus. Shakespeare, I think, this is not . . .
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We Canceled Farscape for This
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that inspires all-night philosophical filibusters
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Perfect!
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*snerk*
Also, I now have a target for making up evil.
And an icon that suits your mission statement perfectly . . .
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Alternately, Downhill from Here: We Hope You Enjoyed BSG
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That sounds like a pretty unspeakable... irritation.
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I will confess I have not seen the film itself, but that's because I assiduously avoided it when it came out.
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Sorry to hear, and I hope you're feeling better soonest.
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Interesting dream. Pity you didn't get to see the end, but I suppose that's the way of things in this world.
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Lord have mercy, that sounds like a film of utter suck. Thanks for sharing. And for your point about unspeakable evil.
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Crom, I committed posting failure.
I hope you can catch up on your fictional movie. Or at least get some more sleep.
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Maybe I can make a story out of it . . .
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I hope that you can. I'd like to read it.
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I've been having long, cinematic dreams too, and remembering far too little of them, though the other night I dreamt I exchanged life-breath with my brother's middle-aged black thoroughbred racehorse Magic, with whom I'd had a long chat on Christmas morning, and awoke feeling peaceful and restored.
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Heh. Thank you. Should you wish to do anything with the imagery, I think by posting it I've made it public domain . . .
The description jives with the impressions I've soaked up about the films of Bela Tarr
I just ran across this director's name for the first time today! I'll have to put him on my list to check out: I see he's worked with Tilda Swinton.
(The last two movies I've seen are The Horse's Mouth (1958) and Army of Shadows (L'armée des ombres, 1969), both of which I need to post about. They were the fruits of random browsing in the Winchester Public Library and excellent.)
I've been having long, cinematic dreams too, and remembering far too little of them, though the other night I dreamt I exchanged life-breath with my brother's middle-aged black thoroughbred racehorse Magic, with whom I'd had a long chat on Christmas morning, and awoke feeling peaceful and restored.
That's lovely.
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I know! It's discriminatory practice!
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Afterwards the half-inebriated knights all smile at each other and say, "You know, that was the nicest evil I ever met."
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I think you win this thread.
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So noted. Thank you. It's been three or four days now; I think I'm seeing a doctor tomorrow.
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Anyhow, it never got made, but I kind of wish the SyFy Channel's description was that movie.
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Seriously. I mean, I'd watch that.
Movie Title -- Any Zevon Fan Can Tell You
And instead of watching the movie, I would suggest just listening to the album three or four times.
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I haven't even heard the song and I consider that sound advice . . .
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That's a Zevon song I've not heard before. Sounds like one I'm going to have to track down. Thanks!
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Maybe it's evil with severe laryngitis?
Hope you recover from your con-crud posthaste...