что «horror show»=«хорошо»?!
В горстке праха — бесконечность.
Уильям Блейк
«Мертвец» (Dead Man)
http://www.old.kinoart.ru/1997/1/1.html
читать дальшеэпиграф из Анри Мишо ..."не следует путешествовать с мертвецом"
Птица на собственных крыльях не взлетит чересчур высоко», — говорит Блейк в «Пословицах Ада
Мертвец» — трезвый контржест на размывание границ искусства и жизни, уничтоженных ревущими 90-ми. Но и рефлексия по поводу этих зыбких границ тоже.
фильм о странствиях в зазеркалье. Неожиданности тут подстерегают на каждом шагу, напряжение ритмически чередуется с расслаблением, маски вместо лиц одушевляют персонажей, бутафорский картон дышит в иррациональном пейзаже, как живая материя.
детское, но не невинное путешествие в «машине времени». Джармуш воспроизводит детство своего героя-индейца в технике книжной иллюстрации — фотографиях и гравюрах. А счетовода ведет через Город машин в будущее после смерти, где витает дух поэта Блейка, сочувствующего луддитам, которому мировая история представлялась космической драмой с участием неземных сил
Призрак, «дух отца», спровоцировавший Гамлета на действие, ведет его по трупам, сквозь убийства, за собой. «Скончаться. Сном забыться. / Уснуть. И видеть сны?.. / Какие сны в том смертном сне приснятся…».
Как образ в зеркале, как тени, что бродят по воде,
Как мимолетный детский сон, как резвый смех ребенка,
Как голос голубя лесного, как музыка вдали.
Скорей бы голову склонить, забыться безмятежно,
И тихо спать последним сном, и слышать тихий голос…
(Уильям Блейк. "Книга Тэль"
http://www.exler.ru/films/02-10-2000.htm
The Trick Is To Keep Breathing by Mis T
читать дальшеBased on the novel Drawing Blood by Poppy Z Brite, nobody knew what made Lucius Malfoy
brutally murder his wife and house staff before shamelessly committing suicide in his own mansion, leaving his only son and heir to survive. Now, three years later Draco is back to face the darkness he has been running from for so long - with a very unlikely ally.
Licking his lips, Harry wondered what it would feel like to have Draco's blood running down his throat, to taste him... he sucked hard on the flesh, making Draco writhe helplessly underneath him. Before he knew what was happening, the scars began to open up under his tongue, spilling hot coppery blood into his mouth.
Draco gasped as he felt a tight throbbing sensation in his arm, beating like a dull heart. Harry lifted his head, his mouth shining red with Draco's blood. Draco looked down and saw that his old scars were opening like blooming flowers, yawning like little red mouths. Harry glared back at Draco in terror as he realised the blood was real. "Draco... what...?"
But Draco felt bizarrely calm - the cuts didn't hurt, much like they didn't hurt when he made them. "It's nearly there." He murmured.
"What?"
"Noxland."
Draco I don't want to hurt you..."
"Harder!" Draco sobbed. "I have to get there!"
"WHERE?!" Harry grabbed hold of Draco's face and tilted his chin towards him, forcing Draco to look into Harry's face. He continued to pound in and out of him but his eyes were round and huge with worry. "WHAT ARE YOU MAKING ME DO TO YOU?!"
Draco felt the effects of the drugs and pleasure pound together, the light from the whirlpool above his head get bigger and bigger. He knew that if he went to Noxland, he would find out all of the answers, and it was now or never.
Draco let himself go.
"Don't run." The figure said, and Draco fairly recognised that drawling, nasally tone. The hooded figure clasped onto both sides of it's hood and pulled it down, revealing it's face. It was Professor Snape.
"Professor?" Draco asked uncertainly. Snape looked down at Draco, his top lip curling into an unpleasant smile.
"Don't run, Mr Malfoy." Snape said again. Draco frowned and let out a stifled yell as Snape grabbed a hold of Draco's wrists and tugged them out of his robes. "I'll be needing some tonight, Draco." Snape said calmly.
"Some what, Professor?" Draco asked, his voice shaking. "I don't have anything!"
Snape frowned and looked at Draco as if he were a fool. "What do you mean? You have these." Snape persisted, shaking Draco's wrists before using one of his hands to plunge into his own robes and pull free a small vial with a needle inside it.
"I'll be needing it now, Draco." Snape said, staring at Draco's bare wrists.
"I don't have anything!" Draco repeated.
Snape's frown deepened and he stepped backwards, letting go of Draco's hands. "I do know you, right?" he asked apprehensively.
"Err..." Draco didn't really know what to say.
"You are a Malfoy, right?"
"Yes."
"Then I will be needing it tonight, Mr Malfoy! Don't make this any harder than it already is! Just roll up your sleeve and get it over with."
"Why?"
"The family mercury." Snape replied, eyeing Draco's wrist hungrily.
"You want my blood?"
Snape tore his gaze away from Draco's wrist and looked him straight in the eye, nodding slowly.
"If I do give you some, will you tell me where Lucius is?"
Snape nodded again.
"Will you take me to him?"
"Yes." Snape said. "He's been expecting you." Snape's mouth twisted into an ugly smile.
"Okay." Draco said finally.
Snape led Draco over to the edge of the fountain, and they both sat down. Draco pulled off his velvet lined cloak and dropped it to the floor, rolling up the sleeve of his dark black robes. The cuts on his arms were still open, bleeding down his arm slowly. Snape eyed the blood keenly and uncorked the vial, taking out the small needle. He then re-corked the bottle, placing the needle into the cork so that it looked like a fat syringe with no plug. He grabbed a hold of Draco's wrist.
"Is it clean? I don't want anything dirty sticking into my arm."
Snape chuckled softly. "No, that's not where you like to stick dirty things, is it?"
Before Draco could reply, Snape had stuck the needle into one of the open cuts on Draco's arm, and a sharp buzz of pain shot up the nerves in his flesh. Snape then ran his other hand over the bottom of the vial, and it slowly began to fill with deep red blood. Once the vial was full, he pulled the needle out of Draco's arm and uncorked the bottle impatiently. Draco held onto his arm as he watched Snape pour his blood into his mouth, closing his eyes tight as the dark flood ran past his tongue and into his stomach. For a second Snape kept his eyes closed, gently swaying. He then opened them, and Draco could see that the pupils were largely dilated. Snape shuddered and muttered something unintelligible before slumping over to the side, rolling off the edge of the fountain and to the ground in a heap. Draco gasped and leaned over Snape to place a hand on the fallen man's shoulder, but when his hand came into contact with Snape's robes, it was as if someone had dilated a balloon - Snape's body had vanished leaving his robes lying in a useless heap on the ground.