When the rain comes down…in the swimming pool…and rabbit ears has his pink life…kissed by movie stars.
Rabbit ears isn’t so lonely anymore. Literally hovering over the highway. Chain-link crosswalk. Loitering.
Rabbit ears had it bad in the dump. Got beat up by stereotypes. Shot with cap guns. But the words real hurtful.
I wanna add my own appendix to this here masterpiece. And so’s I goes on the Google and finds pictures.
They say a boy can’t be beautiful. Just handsome. And a taxi…a cab. Can only be hansom.
We’ll get to your favorite scene in due time. Just tape that bacon to the tile. We’ll be returning.
I wanna add my own art to art already made. Found footage. Found emotions. On the junk heap. Andre Breton.
All those cool French guys recording their dreams. Dali. With a little slanted dot over the eye.
Yeah, Dali and Bunuel. With a little wave over the inn.
And the donkey or whatever. Gets his eye cut reel bad. And this was near the beginning of cinema.
And Bunuel went on to Mexico. And Aleister Crowley went to Mexico. And Antonin Artaud.
And then Bunuel made French movies. Maybe they were all French. But not the Mexican ones.
And Eisenstein made a Mexican movie. Reel good that.
And why is I talking funny and sayings nothing?
Because I been steeped like a tea bag in pure genius.
Ain’t my genius. I’m just the reader. The watcher. The observer.
And then somebody gets Schrödinger‘s cat. And they hurt it real bad.
Nobody ever asks what Schrody’s cat was named. And it so happens Foot Foot.
Like the song by The Shaggs? I think so, my pal.
So lemme tell you.
If I go on many more tangents like a line glancing off a sphere I will lose something important.
No no…I keep going.
Because my glasses fogged up with tears from crying. When I had to get up to pee.
Later. The retarded girl. In the Krokus shirt. But when she’s jogging back and forth.
That’s my family.
Yeah, for a minute I saw the whole totality of my lineage.
And it really made me cry. Prematurely.
But mostly it’s when the rain falls.
It looks like the most heavenly scene.
I’m Mr. Rabbit. I took a lot of risks.
A pink life. That’s being vulnerable. Listening to Tchaikovsky.
I skated down the hill on a banana like Jesus Christ.
One little pebble and my face is fucked for weeks.
One passing car and I’m Jello. J E LL O.
But take a deep breath because you’ve shivered shirtless.
God damn. You’ve got pink rabbit ears and knuckle tats.
You weren’t meant for this world.
And when the perfect storm comes—-
a lifetime of pain melts away.
For a second.
You’re not the freak.
For a second somebody wants you.
And you want them too.
And, really, it’s just fun.
That life has dealt you this miracle.
It makes your Xenia, Ohio bearable. Just.
Life is transitory. Crackling like a wet transistor.
Here today be here not tomorrow.
Okay will look for that one somehow I never heard of it. Nice review.
It’s thoroughly fantastic. And thank you! –Paul
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In the interim before my next post, I’d like to share with you a post from blogger PaulyDeathWish on the film Gummo (1997). I can feel how he was touched and inspired, and I really appreciate passion. Thanks for reading! =)
Thank you so much Emily! –Paul
Looks pretty good, from the review it almost sounds like a Russian film. Will check it out. Thank you!
It’s fantastic! A bit harrowing, but worth the journey.
I used to think Harmony Korine was the savior of films. I never really changed that opinion. I just ended up watching other films and forgetting.
It was a while ago now, but I remembering being deeply disturbed by this film while also feeling it was one of the most important things I had ever seen. It’s a side of the US (even life) that is really, genuinely never shown elsewhere.
I’m very glad you did a review of this film and I really feel you did it justice. (Interesting about Foot Foot. I’m as guilty as anyone about not asking.)
I haven’t seen all of Korine’s films, but this one remains my favorite and seems most clearly to be his masterpiece. Thanks for the kind words! –Paul