The first episode was all about cake; it was imperative to watch it with something on hand. Emergency biscuit monkey bread was the fastest cake-like thing we could find to bake. Would have been even faster if the oven had actually worked. Was still a pretty great way to spend the evening.
(I had just gotten back from seeing the last showing of The Witch: A New-England Folktale (2015) at the Somerville. I am going to try to write it up for Patreon, but you personally should be aware that this is a film which contains, among other things, Northern accents and diction, a low tumulus of a house in the woods with stone for the door and trees for the roof, and a grief-maddened mother who gives suck to her lost infant in a dream or a hallucination or a bewitchment and only later do we see that it is a raven perched upon her breast, tearing blood from it instead of milk. It is very definitely witchcraft as it was understood in the Massachusetts Bay Colony, and therefore not entirely congruent with your aesthetic, but there are also images in this film which I had encountered in prose but never expected to see depicted, or depicted well. All the day scenes in this film are by Vermeer; all the night ones are Goya.)
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The first episode was all about cake; it was imperative to watch it with something on hand. Emergency biscuit monkey bread was the fastest cake-like thing we could find to bake. Would have been even faster if the oven had actually worked. Was still a pretty great way to spend the evening.
(I had just gotten back from seeing the last showing of The Witch: A New-England Folktale (2015) at the Somerville. I am going to try to write it up for Patreon, but you personally should be aware that this is a film which contains, among other things, Northern accents and diction, a low tumulus of a house in the woods with stone for the door and trees for the roof, and a grief-maddened mother who gives suck to her lost infant in a dream or a hallucination or a bewitchment and only later do we see that it is a raven perched upon her breast, tearing blood from it instead of milk. It is very definitely witchcraft as it was understood in the Massachusetts Bay Colony, and therefore not entirely congruent with your aesthetic, but there are also images in this film which I had encountered in prose but never expected to see depicted, or depicted well. All the day scenes in this film are by Vermeer; all the night ones are Goya.)