Your beautiful pen, take the cap off

[sovay]

Peter Greenaway's The Pillow Book (1996) is the natural progression from Prospero's Books (1991), one of the most thoroughly erotic movies I have ever seen, and I would have a lot more to say about it if I hadn't found out, shortly after rushthatspeaks and I finished watching and gaudior came home, that their moving company had turned themselves into fail.

At some point in the night, I remember saying to reversepolarity, "Today has been brought to you by the numbers duct tape, boxes, and the letter what the fuck."

The move will happen and my cousins are amazing, but I stand by the description.

Comments

[sovay]

I wish that I'd been there to watch that movie with you!

I'll come visit wherever you are; we will find a tape in the last local video store and watch it.

I love it to bits and am super-glad that you got to see it before Rush & Co. left.

I understand why Peter Greenaway hadn't particularly been on my radar—he's barely on DVD and almost never re-released even in arthouse theaters—but I'm still surprised that it took me until the last few months to see Prospero's Books and The Pillow Book; they are so clearly a way of putting the world together I needed.

[eredien]

Your writing already reminds me so much, in some ways, of Prospero's Books that I just assumed you'd already seen it, possibly as a small child on late-night PBS television or something.

[sovay]

Your writing already reminds me so much, in some ways, of Prospero's Books that I just assumed you'd already seen it, possibly as a small child on late-night PBS television or something.

Thank you: I am honored by that. I think I would have remembered something of Prospero's Books if I had seen it before, like the first few minutes of A Canterbury Tale that were instantly, unplaceably familiar when I saw them on TCM. What it mostly felt like instead were things I have so often dreamed.

(The late-night PBS WTF would be Fool's Fire (1992), which I meant to borrow on DVD from rushthatspeaks before they left. I suppose I can file it with the other excuses to scrape up the money to visit Texas.)