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Tobe Hooper Day

 

‘There can be no argument as to The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, the 1974 horror film about a group of teenagers who fall into the clutches of a psychopathic family, being one of the most pervasively disquieting films ever made. Its uniquely rotten, insidious flavour is the result of macabre production design, degraded cinematography, clammy lighting and a sophisticated and abrasive use of sound. Like George A Romero’s Night of the Living Dead and Wes Craven’s The Last House on the Left, the film used horror to express the discontentment of a country reeling from Vietnam and widespread social unrest. Fans included Ridley Scott (“It shocked the hell out of me”), Stanley Kubrick, who bought his own print, and William Friedkin, director of The Exorcist, who said it “transcended the [horror] genre”.

‘Its writer-director, Tobe Hooper was already working on a story about young people in peril when he found himself one weekend in the hardware department of a busy store while trying to locate the exit. “I looked down and there was a rack of chain saws in front of me for sale. I said, ‘if I start the saw, those people would just part. They would get out of my way.’” So was born a movie – and a character, Leatherface, the chain saw-wielding brute wearing a mask of human skin – that would become a benchmark in horror and a thorn in the side of film censors everywhere.

‘Ten local authorities in Britain showed the film with an X rating after the BBFC (British Board of Film Censors, as it was known until 1984) refused to issue a certificate in 1975 on the grounds that the picture exemplified “the pornography of terror”, though when that body finally relented in 1999, it noted that “there is no explicit sexual element in the film, and relatively little visible violence”. Indeed, Hooper’s greatest achievement is to have created an atmosphere of extreme dread and distress chiefly through insinuation.

‘It will be some small compensation for audiences terrified by the film that it was even more hellish to work on than it was to watch. The stench of animal bones and carcasses in the stifling heat caused cast and crew members to throw up. There were accidents and injuries (“Everyone had got a ding on the head or a cut to this or that,” noted Hooper) while the clutch had to be removed from the chain saw itself after an actor fell while operating it. Hooper engineered divisions among his cast to create tension and refused to let them see Leatherface until their first encounter with him on camera. “That was the heaviest set I’ve ever been on,” the director said. “It was miserable really.”

‘Tobe was born in Austin, Texas, the son of Lois (nee Crosby) and Norman Hooper: he claimed his mother went into labour in the cinema. His parents were hotel managers who owned a movie theatre in San Angelo. After studying film at the University of Texas he worked as a documentary cameraman and a college professor.

‘He made his feature debut with Eggshells (1969), a partly improvised psychedelic drama described by Hooper as “a mixture of Andy Warhol’s Trash and Walt Disney’s Fantasia”, and directed The Song Is Love (1970), a documentary about the folk trio Peter, Paul & Mary. Hooper then co-wrote The Texas Chain Saw Massacre with Kim Henkel, who had starred in Eggshells.

‘He remained in the horror genre for Eaten Alive (1976), about a killer who feeds his victims to his pet alligator; a well-regarded TV adaptation of Stephen King’s vampire novel Salem’s Lot (1979), starring James Mason and David Soul; and The Funhouse (1981), in which teenagers hiding out at a carnival overnight are preyed on by a killer. He directed Poltergeist (1982), written by Steven Spielberg, but spent many years defending the work as his own following an LA Times article headlined ‘Poltergeist: Whose Film Is It?’ in which Spielberg was quoted as saying: “Tobe isn’t what you’d call a take-charge sort of guy. He’s just not a strong presence on a movie set.” Spielberg published an open letter of apology, though this did not lay the matter to rest.

‘Hooper said that Hollywood stopped calling in the wake of the Poltergeist rumours. He turned to the producers Cannon Films to make Lifeforce (1985) and Invaders from Mars (1986), camp science-fiction horror movies from which no one emerged with distinction, as well as The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 (also 1986). For this attempt to continue the story with a rowdier and more satirical tone, Hooper hired LM Kit Carson, co-writer of Paris, Texas, who advised him that they would need to find the right sort of victims. Once again, it was a shopping trip that provided inspiration. “I saw all these yuppies buying piles of things, seven sweaters at a time,” said Carson. “I called Tobe up and said, ‘I’ve found the victims.’” The picture was no match for Cannon Films, which was reportedly more brutal in its cutting even than Leatherface himself.

‘From then on he worked mainly in television directing episodes of Tales from the Crypt and The Equaliser, and a segment of the 1993 portmanteau TV film Body Bags. His final film, Djinn (2013), a horror story set in the United Arab Emirates, attracted scathing reviews.’ — Ryan Gilbey

 

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Further

Tobe Hooper Appreciation Society
Where to begin with Tobe Hooper
6 Filmmaking Tips from Tobe Hooper
Tobe Hooper interviewedby Kate and Laura Mulleavy
Tobe Hooper’s Box-Office Struggles: How Shaky Returns Undercut A Visionary Director
Tobe Hooper @ MUBI
ToBe HooPeR ….. oR NoT ToBe
REMEMBERING TOBE HOOPER: LOOKING BACK AT HIS 10 GREATEST FILMS
TOBE TEN
Book: ‘American Twilight: The Cinema of Tobe Hooper’
R.I.P. Tobe Hooper
What It Was Really Like Working With Tobe Hooper On Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2
THE OCCULT TORTURE PORN OF TOBE HOOPER’S TOOLBOX MURDERS
THINGS THAT COULD HAVE BEEN
The Houses That Hooper Built
Tobe Hooper @ Letterboxd
Horror Icons, Celebrities, Friends Remember Tobe Hooper
Remembering Tobe Hooper, Architect of Modern Horror
Tobe Hooper Taught Us All The Saw Was Family
They Came. They Sawed.
Tobe Hooper, 1943–2017
How Tobe Hooper Dissolved the Limits of Genre
THE QUICK RISE AND SPECTACULAR FALL OF TOBE HOOPER
Podcast: ‘Episode 29: “Hanging with Mr. Hooper: A Tobe Hooper Revisit”‘

 

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Extras


Tobe Hooper 1986 Interview


Tobe Hooper “Masters of Horror” part 1


Tobe Hooper on his films & career (2006)


Director Tobe Hooper talks about his real life poltergeist experience, 1984

 

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Interview

 

LAURA MULLEAVY: We’re so excited to talk to you today because we’re such fans of Texas Chain Saw Massacre. Strangely enough, even before we knew we’d be interviewing you, I rewatched the behind-the-scenes documentaries about the making of the film. I have always looked at it as an art film. It’s one of the most beautiful films ever made. There are so many nuances and layers to the storytelling. But the real way we want to start this interview is to ask if the chain saw was real?

TOBE HOOPER: Oh, yes.

LAURA: So it was a fully operational chain saw?

HOOPER: It was for a while. Halfway through, I said, “Excuse me, someone may get hurt.” After Gunnar fell and had the presence of mind to throw the saw away from him, we decided we had to do something. We only had one saw. So we took the clutch part out of it. That way the chain would still vibrate around. And when we needed to cut into something, we’d put the clutch back in. We really did only have one saw, so it would take hours to pull the clutch out and put it back.

KATE Mulleavy: One chain saw for the making of Texas Chain Saw Massacre! What about costumes? How many sets of those did you have?

HOOPER: Probably two or three sets of costumes. There was a time we lost Sally’s top in the laundry or something. But we were able to find it—or replace it.

KATE: How did you think of the idea of using a chain saw in the first place?

HOOPER: I was in a department store around the holidays, thinking, “I just can’t wait to get out of this department store.” This must have been in 1972 or 1973. There were thousands of people in there, and I was weaving through them to get out, and I found myself in the hardware department. I looked down and there was a rack of chain saws in front of me for sale. I said, “If I start the saw, those people would just part. They would get out of my way.” That birthed the idea of the chain saw. Obviously I didn’t do that at the time. [Kate and Laura laugh] But driving home I was thinking about it. I’d been working on this idea of young people, college students, in isolation. We were going through a gasoline shortage in the country at the time. People had to queue up in their automobiles at gas stations, sometimes for miles. There was gas rationing. And I was hearing a lot of lies on television. Politically, the times were interesting; they were kind of amplified. So the idea came to me in the car of how to pull all of these elements together. It came really quickly—the whole configuration of the characters—and the loop, the way the story loops inside itself.

KATE: Yeah.

HOOPER: You can’t get away, you can’t escape. You’ll jump through a plate-glass window several times and end up being right back in the spider’s web.

LAURA: Some of our favorite horror films have political undertones, like Night of the Living Dead [1968]. And Texas Chain Saw Massacre certainly has those tones to it in regard to American culture—with the idea of family in particular.

KATE: Laura and I both went to Berkeley. I was studying art and took a few film classes. But I actually don’t think I saw Texas Chain Saw Massacre until later in life.

LAURA: We were too scared to watch it.

KATE: Yeah, I think I was too scared to see it. But what makes Texas Chain Saw Massacre a great work of art is that it operates on so many different levels. The first time you see it, you experience it on a purely sensory level. But you can go back and find so much more with each viewing.

HOOPER: Yes, there will be a new print for the collection at the Museum of Modern Art. The old one is turning magenta. Now that the restoration is complete, it can be seen on the big screen again.

LAURA: Which is exciting for us, because we’ve never seen it that way.

HOOPER: It totally amplifies the characters.

KATE: I read that when you were doing the restoration, you heard sounds you didn’t even know existed.

HOOPER: Yeah, it’s in 7.1 sound. It cuts through your head. I hadn’t seen it on the big screen in a long time. I’m going to Cannes in a few weeks because it’s going to be screened in the Directors’ Fortnight there this year. But the restoration process really blew me away, just seeing it side by side with the way it’s usually being viewed on video or laser disc. The new restoration is actually a little bit wider. We were losing information on the side. The colors are incredible.

LAURA: I’m excited to see the color because the palette of the film is breathtaking. Kate and I always laugh because sometimes when we use red in our work, we’ll say, “Is this Texas Chain Saw Massacre red?” because there’s such a unique shade of red that’s specific to the film. I was reading about your use of blood, how sometimes it’s real and sometimes it’s fake. You blend reality and fiction in the film. And I think you can really see in the actors from time to time a genuine horror in their faces for what they’re going through. Like the actors didn’t even get to see Leatherface until their first scene with him, right?

HOOPER: That’s correct.

LAURA: I couldn’t imagine what I would feel like if I actually saw him in real life. And in one of those spaces, which is obviously not a standard movie set. They probably felt like they were really experiencing that kind of terror. And the first audiences, too, must have felt that.

KATE: Did it play in drive-in theaters?

HOOPER: It played everywhere. It played in every theater on Hollywood Boulevard. And it played in drive-in theaters, too. I went to a drive-in to see it and I would notice at points people’s taillights would come on. And I thought, “Oh, God, they’re leaving.” But then the taillights would go off. And then come on again. I realized it was an involuntary reaction. They’d have their foot on the brake, their muscles would tighten and push the break and the light would go on. That was a kind of cool pre-focus group. [laughs]

LAURA: Why do you think people responded to it the way they did in 1974?

HOOPER: Oh, there was nothing like it …

LAURA: Even to this day there is nothing like it. I’m sure it’s influenced hundreds of films in the past 40 years, but to this day there really isn’t anything comparable to it. A lot of what happens in particular to Sally is so immersive that it’s hard not to feel that she’s really screaming and running away. It’s like I can feel the branches snapping as she’s being chased. I don’t find that in other films. The terror is real.

HOOPER: Well, it’s the truth that you’re sensing. It’s from the working conditions I established—like separating the actors. We wouldn’t let Franklin [Sally’s brother, played by Paul Partain] have lunch with the other actors, and we wouldn’t let him bathe. There were all these little techniques and devices that I found to create some kind of sensory impulse to help get the truth. It was also the repetition of scenes. For instance, when Sally breaks through the door of the service station. She had to do that 17 times. And I’m not sure that we had kneepads or could afford them. But Marilyn was totally into it. She gave it everything. So did everyone.

LAURA: There are three scenes in that movie that I can barely watch. The scene where Pam [played by Terri McMinn] dies on the hook; the family-dinner scene, especially when they are holding Sally; and then there is the scene where Sally is running through the brambles. That’s the best running scene in film. You feel as if she’s really being torn to shreds. But overall, my favorite scene in the film is the ending, with Leatherface in the black suit in the sun with the chain saw and Sally drenched in blood. These moments are overwhelming.

KATE: To create these moments, you had incredible art direction. Your art director, Robert Burns, was pretty industrious. I read that you ended up using real bones and animal cadavers that would actually start to rot during filming.

HOOPER: Yes, some of the skeletons were real. When he’s impaled on the tombstone in the beginning. It’s a real human skeleton underneath it. That was a practical, budgetary thing. It was less expensive to get real human skeletons from India than to buy plastic reproductions.

KATE: That’s crazy.

HOOPER: And you needed a lot more light back then to shoot a film. So the lights would cook the stuff.

KATE: It must have been pretty smelly.

HOOPER: Oh, it was.

LAURA: You mentioned the looping in the film, the fact that none of the characters can escape. That must have had a strong psychological effect on the actors. Like that scene where Pam lands in a room of bones and chicken feathers. She starts freaking out, basically.

HOOPER: There were ways of creating tension. Everyone in the cast and crew was synchronized, but the work was very demanding. At the end of filming, everyone hated me. It took years to reestablish those friendships but I knew what I needed to get. So all of the actors became part of this circling energy that had a lot of tension in it. And we were so isolated working on that set in Round Rock. So if this energy starts to spin fast enough, it will start to grow in the atmosphere from sky to ground. And that’s what I was trying to achieve.

LAURA: Did the locals interact with the filming? Did they stop by to see what was going on?

HOOPER: Very few times. The guy who owned the house was living in a room in the back for the entire time we filmed. But he was quiet. We only saw him once or twice.

KATE: I bet he has good stories. I read that the house is now a restaurant somewhere.

HOOPER: Yeah, it is. But it’s in another town. They moved it to Kingsland, Texas.

LAURA: I have a question about the van scene at the beginning of the film. Was that shot early on or later? I’ve always felt like you jump right in on the tension because the characters aren’t really talking to each other. The mood is really strange, internally and externally, even before the hitchhiker gets in.

HOOPER: It was shot somewhere in the first third of shooting. I think the very first shot we did was their arrival at Sally’s grandfather’s house. They walk up to the house. I think Pam’s meat-hook scene was shot shortly after. Pam’s costume was designed with no back to make her look even more vulnerable.

KATE: I was thinking about that because you are always acutely aware of how little she has on—the vulnerability of her back is eerie.

LAURA: The scene with the meat hook connects back to an early shot of the cattle. There’s this disturbing scene of violence about what’s going to happen to these animals—and by inference, to these young people. The cattle have a sense of imminent doom.

HOOPER: I had an experience in a restaurant one time where there was a large trolley with beef being carved up, and I just transposed different images onto it. Like, what if there was a nice little cow there with a bowtie and a knife carving up humans. I was a vegetarian for a couple of years after that. And I guess on the drive from Austin to Dallas on the weekends, I’d pass this slaughterhouse. It’s the same slaughterhouse that’s in the movie, actually. It always disturbed me. It became a part of the psychology of the film. Like Pam’s costume with no back or the constant escaping. I mean, in a traditional film, no one would jump through a glass window twice in the same movie. It just wasn’t done because of some convention. I wanted to be outrageous and break the rules and also involve you and make those characters real for you.

LAURA: It’s so textural. You really feel the heat in the air and it’s … so oppressive. You make a lot of use of the sound design, too. There’s a sound, a weird metallic noise, that is so scary—it might be the scariest sound aside from the chain saw. Where did that sound come from?

HOOPER: It’s quite a few things. I had two Sony quarter-inch stereo recorders in this little music room that had tuning forks and broken instruments. You could put contact mics against an instrument and run it through tape recorders, creating this strange kind of feedback. I liked it a lot. I liked broken instruments, like bass fiddles with tin cans hanging off of them. Or drawing a bow without rosin, grating it across the strings … These sounds can’t really be re-created digitally. You would have to go back to analog to create some of these effects.

KATE: How did the famous family-dinner scene come together?

HOOPER: That scene is funny, but it’s ironic that it’s funny-because to that family, it’s the truth. That’s what their family values are, dating back probably a hundred years or so. Like the line Jim Siedow says, “Look what your brother did to the door.” I think you get a sense of how real that family is in that scene. It’s about an involvement with the audience. For instance, no one in the film tells you it has anything to do with cannibalism. You just assume that. You’re reading into the images and the music and the action and coming up with the narrative, putting the story together. There is very little exposition. So many films now are an overdose of exposition.

LAURA: They want to tell you everything. In Texas Chain Saw Massacre, the slaughterhouse is just there for a split second, and yet it sets up the feeling of the film. You know something is going to happen, and that dread never goes away. Here’s a question: Where did the idea of Leatherface’s face come from?

HOOPER: It really came from Greek tragedy as a foundation. But it was just something I felt the character would do. It isn’t that he’s hiding anything. He definitely isn’t the sharpest tool in the garage. His brother is kind of the artistic type in his way. I think it’s just natural for him. I suspect it might have come as a way of cooling himself off—maybe it could have originally been cow’s skin, and over time it became clothing. [laughs] I hope I answered that. Also, when you can’t see his face, your imagination goes wild. When you can’t see, you fill in the blanks with something that’s far more interesting than what can actually be shown.

 

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19 of Tobe Hooper’s 43 films

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The Heisters (1964)
‘THE HEISTERS (1965) is Tobe Hooper’s first narrative short film. He had been making documentaries in Austin. THE HEISTERS is, we have to say it – zany. It was made long before THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE but it shows his command of many horror tricks and tools, including forbodding insects and sword fighting. But it especially shows his love and knowledge of Hammer horror. This would show up in his first feature, EGGSHELLS. And his love of Hammer horror would come with a glorious vengeance in LIFEFORCE.’ — Watchmaker Films


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Down Friday Street (1966)
‘A sharp dip into an almost-refined antiquity, for a filmmaker who usually concerns himself with ardent, corrupted civilization (not “society,” as Hooper is either concerned with individuals or the structure at large, on a nominal scale rather than a precise one; his observations on specific social groups are often weaker than when the subcultures merely represent larger issues). This is Hooper’s most withdrawn, well-bred film, into an interior world of objects, his truest occult film (a subject he would subsequently show interest in), for the objects are left to exist throughout divorced from human hands and presence (which Hooper’s films of object-space idée fixe naturally betray, with characters). This is Tobe Hooper’s The Haunting of Hill House. It’s Hooper’s closest to a structuralist film, and he’s come close due to his miraculous instincts even in his narrative features.’ — Julius Banzon


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Eggshells (1969)
Eggshells (which, at the time of its making, was sub-titled “An American Freak Illumination”) was written by Hooper and Texas screenwriter Kim Henkel (who also co-wrote Chain Saw). In the tradition of many Austin-area debuts by first-time directors Eggshells eschews plot entirely – much like Richard Linklater’s It’s Impossible to Learn How to Plow by Reading Books (1988), or Eagle Pennell’s The Whole Shootin’ Match (1978). However, Eggshells sets itself apart from those films by laying out its rambling vision of hippie life in Austin, Texas in a series of acid-splashed reveries: A man sword-fights himself in a basement filled with smoke. A couple luxuriates in the comfort of a plastic dome. A room paints itself in a frenetic bit of experimental animation. A man drives into a field, lights his car on fire, rips off all his clothes and then frolics away as it explodes. Hooper’s camera runs wild through a psychedelic gauntlet of reality-shredding images, and it’s in those images where it becomes most apparent that Eggshells is actually a really incredible companion film to the director’s best-known horror opus.’ — Zane Gordon-Bouzard


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The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974)
‘Tobe Hooper made The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974) with one specific intension in mind – to hate us and ruthlessly attack us, both psychologically and emotionally. The film’s sole intention is to drive us mad with its insane sights of the macabre – a ferocious, gruelling, waking nightmare that authentically captures the syntax of one; Hooper’s superior artistry with pitch-perfect execution pushes our boundaries beyond limits. Everything depicted here causes an impact so deep in our psyches that we will not soon forget what we just experienced – sheer horror, as we suffer from anxiety, despair, and fear from the psychological mindfuck that it relentlessly hits us with, and our emotional response is to squirm with immense discomfort. The Texas Chain Saw Massacre is an uncompromising exercise in cruelty and savagery entailing torture, mutilation, and murders. It features five prolonged sequences of maddening terror, and all its horrid events are encapsulated in a constant thick atmosphere of dread.’ — Dave J. Wilson


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Eaten Alive (1976)
Eaten Alive is a horror/exploitation film about a deranged hotel owner who kills his guests and feeds them to his pet crocodile. It has a solid B-movie cast, including Marilyn Burns, who memorably screamed her head off in Chain Saw, and a heavily made-up Carolyn Jones, who was “Morticia” on the The Addams Family, playing brothel owner Miss Hattie. A young Robert Englund (a/k/a “Freddy Kruger”) is great as the lowlife “Buck.” Englund utters the unforgettable first words in the picture: “Name’s Buck. I’m rarin’ to fuck.’” The dialogue was later adapted by Quentin Tarantino and used in Kill Bill: Volume One.’ — Bart Bealmear


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w/ John ‘Bud’ Cardos The Dark (1979)
‘Director Tobe Hooper was fired from this 1979 film that was restructured during post-production to take advantage of the buzz surrounding the sci-fi horror juggernaut, Alien. His ousting was probably for the best, as the film was changed drastically during post-production. In an effort to cash in on the pre-release publicity for Ridley Scott’s Alien, producers decided to retrofit the cannibal killer into an alien being. This created a fragmented and often confusing narrative that did not translate into a hit for FVI.’ — Bradley Harding


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The Funhouse (1981)
‘While on the surface this film may appear to be just another run-of-the-mill slasher, beneath the veneer of VHS sleaze, we find a beautiful and poignant commentary on the evolution of the horror movie genre. We are almost overwhelmed with horror references in the opening scene of the film, which depicts Amy’s younger brother wandering through his Universal Monster poster covered room, peering through the eye holes of a mask (à la Halloween) as he slowly creeps with a fake knife into the bathroom where his sister is showering (hey-o Psycho). The Funhouse is lovably cognizant of what it is, and in many ways, it acts as a forefather of sorts to fourth wall-breaking horror films, like Scream and Cabin in the Woods, that would eventually be applauded for their tongue-in-cheek commentary on the genre.’ — Travis Singley


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w/ Piers Haggard Venom (1981)
‘Director Piers Haggard said in a 2003 interview for ‘Fangoria’ magazine, “I took over that at very short notice. Tobe Hooper had been directing it and they had stopped for whatever reason. It hadn’t been working. I did see some of his stuff and it didn’t look particularly good plus he also had some sort of nervous breakdown or something. So anyway they stopped shooting and offered it to me.” At a party at Elaine’s Restaurant in Manhattan celebrating the film’s release, Klaus Kinski boasted how he and other members of the cast and crew had ganged up on Hooper a couple of weeks into the shoot to get him replaced.’ — IMDb


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Poltergeist (1982)
‘Did the late filmmaker Tobe Hooper deserve his position as the credited director of the classic horror film Poltergeist? Or was the film’s co-writer and, by all accounts, very hands-on producer Steven Spielberg the project’s real auteur? It is a controversy that has been debated since the film’s release back in 1982. This week, Hooper’s friend and collaborator, the filmmaker Mick Garris (Sleepwalkers) offered his expert opinion in the course of a new episode of Garris’ Post Mortem podcast which found the host paying tribute to Hooper, who died last month.

‘“I was doing publicity on Poltergeist and a lot of people were talking about the Spielberg and Tobe Hooper situation,” said Garris, who later worked with Hooper on Showtime’s Masters of Horror series. “From my perspective, it was Tobe’s first studio movie. Here he is, on a studio lot, on a big soundstage. Steven Spielberg had written the shooting script, was on the set, and was producing, and Spielberg is a consummate filmmaker and he lives and breathers movies. He probably has sprockets up and down his spine. Very passionate, very intelligent, very articulate. And, yes, I would see him climb on the camera and say, ‘Maybe we should push in on a two-shot here,’ or ‘do-this-or-that,’ there. And Tobe would be watching. Tobe was always calling action and cut. Tobe had been deeply involved in all of the preproduction and everything. But Steven is a guy who will come in and call the shots. And so, you’re on your first studio film, hired by by Steven. I mean, Tobe directed that movie, Steven Spielberg had a lot to do with directing that movie, too.’ — Clark Collis


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Lifeforce (1985)
‘A hugely budgeted cult oddity that concerns a European spaceship that encounters a terrifying alien craft in the tail of Halley’s Comet, it has everything a growing horror freak needs: extreme violence, tons of nudity, vampires, mummies, and apocalyptic bedlam. The movie is slyer and smarter than people give it credit for, and absolutely gorgeous-looking (it was shot by a longtime Bond veteran). It was Hooper, who is best known for his immortal classic “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre” and the Steven Spielberg-assisted haunted house modernization “Poltergeist,” at his grandest and most playful. Had “Lifeforce” been a hit, Hooper would have probably been canonized as one of the horror greats, a household name that doesn’t even need introduction. But thanks to its failure (every bit as spectacular as the movie itself), Hooper began a slow crawl into obscurity.’ — Drew Taylor


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Invaders From Mars (1986)
‘Tobe Hooper’s Invaders From Mars is an anomaly among the 1980’s remakes of 1950’s B-Movie Horrors because it doesn’t attempt to make its source material frightening for a later era so much as it is interested in recreating the feeling of watching those films in the 50’s, with all the attendant creepiness and paranoia. Invaders From Mars uses the best available talent (Dan O’Bannon, John Dykstra and Stan Winston among them) to make an intentionally artificial out-of-time world, where everything seems not so much fake as it does made. This is a world not of our own, but made from and out of Sci-Fi Schlock of old. That Hooper turns around and makes the subtexural threat not communism but the return of 1950’s America, a return to rigid, bland conformity, a counter-revolution against the liberation movements of the 1960’s, the promised land of the Reagan Revolution. This was the creepiest, most unheimlich aspect of living in and through the 1980’s itself, the desire to reverse history, to engineer a reactionary paradise out of popular culture, to turn back time to a point which never actually existed in the first place. Invaders From Mars, far more than any other film I have seen, truly gets that and makes that very weirdness into an invasion from without, externalizing the threat to draw attention to it, which is the most Fifties thing you could do with something amorphously terrifying at work in the culture.’ — nathaxnne


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The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 (1986)
‘Starring Dennis Hopper, Caroline Williams and Jim Siedow, not to mention a star making turn by future horror icon Bill Moseley, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 is one hell of a ride. Trading its dark tone for bloody irreverence, the film finds horror less concerning than laughs — and more brilliant for it. Sure, the first one’s scary. But the sequel? It’s bloody hilarious. Throw that hilarity on an old Texas grill with a dash of bizarre, and you’re chewing on TCM 2. Featuring Hopper eating scenery as “Lefty” Enright, TCM 2 is so over-the-top and cheesy. But that cheese tastes great melting atop that good ‘ole Texas meat.

‘Moreover, the film’s intrinsically thematic, something the original isn’t. Hooper’s ’74 masterpiece is a straight forward horror film. It’s scary as hell, but there aren’t messages bleeding through the celluloid there. People are crazy and may eat you. Watch your back. Got it. However, the sequel is a response to ’80s consumerism and the rise of yuppie culture. A perfect companion to John Carpenter’s They Live, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 is a film steep in ideas of the almighty dollar becoming king — proving Hooper is one of the best filmmakers in the genre.’ — Joey Click


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Spontaneous Combustion (1990)
‘A lot of Hooper’s movies are about families, social niceties, and perverted upbringings, with the extremes and excesses of the genre—be it gruesome violence, shameless symbolism, or gratuitous nudity—as disruptive, destructive forces. And for all of its dysfunctions, Spontaneous Combustion might be one of his most clearly realized films from a concept-design standpoint, reflected in recurring color motifs, eccentric and artificial sets (the Bain character’s neon-lit apartment wouldn’t pass as believable in a latter-day Nicolas Winding Refn movie), and ironically quoted pop iconography. Which is to say that its messiness as a genre piece exists in some strange, tense relationship with its more coherent dramatic through-lines. But then again, it’s a movie about anger, and anger is supposed to be irrational.’ — Ignatiy Vishnevetsky


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I’m Dangerous Tonight (1990)
‘Tobe Hooper directs this wack Fear Street knockoff where Shelly from Twin Peaks finds a haunted mummy dress that makes her. . . dangerous. After slipping on the evil gown, she becomes a wild delinquent who ditches her bedridden grandma to dance seductively at a college formal. Lots of amazing early ’90s baggy fall fashions and a supporting turn from Anthony Perkins as a cursed object occult expert push the movie over the top. The plot gets kinda muddled halfway through, the pacing feels slack, and Hooper doesn’t go ape enough with the premise. But if you can find the tape, I’m Dangerous Tonight is a fun enough way to kill 90 minutes and fill in more esoteric patches of the Texan horror maestro’s filmography.’ — Patrick Pryor


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Night Terrors (1993)
Night Terrors may offer nothing more than scattered and half-witted commentary on themes of cruelty and religion, sex and sadism, Gnostic moral code and aristocratic abuses, but the motions towards such depth and broad-minded humanist commentary are there, if in its airheaded, barely literate capacity. In being tied up with what is thoroughly bracing, profoundly imbued, uncommonly formalistic cinematic literacy (that “severity and seriousness” of presentation embedded in Hooper’s wish to be aesthetic, poetic, grammatical, ascetic, abstractive, lyrical, divine, enlightening, etc.), it makes even a film filled with as much lows as Night Terrors feel generally something to herald and hold up above the rest of the films where entertainment and the fashionable are most often the main purpose. There are indeed alternative criteria for judging art, and Hooper’s spirit of Art and altruism – his entire artistic self wedded to a Godliness of the seventh art, in its most pure moral and artistic capacities – pretty much curves the grading scale towards him for me.’ — Cranial Blowout


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The Mangler (1995)
‘When King and Hooper’s first feature-film collaboration, The Mangler, was announced in the mid-90s, the excitement in horror circles was palpable. The movie was being adapted from a short story featured in one of King’s most critically acclaimed collections, 1978’s Night Shift. The collection already produced a cinematic hit in the form of 1984’s soon-to-be-remade Children of the Corn, but more impressively, Hooper and King’s blockbuster small-screen miniseries Salem’s Lot had been adapted from a novel based on Night Shift’s opening story, ‘Jerusalem’s Lot’. This miniseries was a huge hit with horror fans, and remains a well-loved classic with some truly inspired scares and peerless, atmospheric direction from Hooper. So, given their combined talents and other successful collaborations, why was The Mangler a critical disaster that was laughed out of theatres upon release? The movie had an uphill struggle from the source story onwards, but the title alone gives the first compelling clue to its eventual inevitable failure.’ — Cathal Gunning


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Toolbox Murders (2004)
‘In 1978 producer Tony DiDio made The Toolbox Murders; the title as well as the fictional “based on a true story” claim are both directly inspired by Hooper’s 1974 film. Then in 2004 DiDio hired Hooper to remake The Toolbox Murders based on the renewed interest in him after the Chainsaw remake. The original film is a nasty little slasher that floats by on its own bad vibes, but outside of a few key elements (namely killing people with tools) it bears little resemblance to the 2004 version. The remake did well enough to earn a sequel, but critics were not impressed with the results, not bothering to view it as a continuation of the themes Hooper had been playing with his whole career. When a filmmaker produces a distinguishable film despite clear restraints like budget, time, or difficult working conditions, it can highlight the distinct style of the director. Like a demo tape, their unique style might emerge in the absence of a lavish production. Toolbox Murders is a brutal, disorienting nightmare that exceeds expectations and delivers on the reputation Hooper earned at the beginning of his career.’ — Klon Waldrip


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Mortuary (2005)
Mortuary is one of those films where a once great horror director has clearly lost his touch. Tobe Hooper, known for The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Salem’s Lot, Poltergeist and other horror classics, directs this abomination. A film so awful that it has made me lose total faith in the director. This film had potential in being such a great film. Instead it ends up being an awful train wreck of a film that is one of the worst horror films in the genre. The whole picture looks cheaply made with poor effects. This film had a very good idea, but unfortunately due to a very poor script, it never takes off the ground. This was a painful film to watch. I think the saddest thing about this film is knowing that Tobe Hooper was once great, but like so many other horror talents, he clearly has lost his touch, and now makes unsatisfying horror films that are simply poorly constructed, and end up being unwatchable and not interesting.’ — Alex r


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Djinn (2013)
‘It’s unclear just how much of the blame for this titanic trainwreck is to be leveled at Hooper’s feet. Accounts of set visits to the filming of “integral” scenes now nowhere to be found in the finished product — coupled with the well-documented difficulties of the journey from set to screen itself — suggest at least some level of interference, but if there’s a single shot in the final film for which Hooper called cut he ought to be ashamed. Tonally as well as technically, this is an atrocious excuse for a movie that would be strikingly bad from a first-timer. Indeed, it’s not so much “Djinn” as it is “The Tobe Hooper Massacre”: a repudiation of reputation that not only fails to remind us of the heights this director once scaled, but actively invites us to wonder if it’s not just our spectacles’ curiously rosy hue misinforming our recollection.’ — Ronan Doyle


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p.s. Hey. ** David, Hi. The sun is bright and cold, no? Well, I guess you were paying for the rarity with KB, no? Seems like that’s the vibe. I’m okay with Grace Jones, but I’ve never understood the reverence. It’s one of those situations where I think maybe I’m not gay enough or something. ** David Ehrenstein, Thanks for the good words -> Mr. Lott. ** Misanthrope, Yep. Happy to hear your body is more than agreeing with you. Well, you can’t really blame Kayla, right? I can totally imagine that your room smell funny, ha ha, but for different reasons. ** Bill, Hi, B! Swamped, urgh, forage. Sara Driver, huh. I haven’t thought about her in yonks. I’ll look for ‘You Are Not I’. I hope your weekend is de-swamped enough that you can splash around. ** Maria, Isabella, Camila, Malaria, Gabriela, Thank you kindly. I don’t seem to have any strange or exciting neighbors. Or at least not when they’re near their windows. It’s kind of sad. ** Shane, Congrats! ** _Black_Acrylic, Oh, excellent! A novella made of your flash fiction is such a great idea. Ooh! Excited for you, and for me (fan) too! ** Dominik, Hi!!! I’m glad you liked Brendan’s things. Well, miracles do happen because I did go to The Real McCoy yesterday with not one but two friends! And it’s a tiny but jam-packed place. And I came away with trashy US booty: many boxes of macaroni & cheese, Jif Smooth Peanut Butter, Matcha Pocky (technically not American), SweeTarts, and more! I could’ve spend a hundred Euros in there very easily. So, whew, mission accomplished! Um, I think the shoes Yury picks would be classified as sporty but with a slight, um, elegance or something? Definitely not elegant with a capital E. Aw, your love is such a tease. In the good, foxy way. Love living his life as though there is a murdering, chainsaw wielding maniac hiding behind every piece of furniture and door, G. ** LC, Hi. Mm, I think I got a couple of low end, shitty merit badges as a Cub Scout, but I crashed and burned out of Boy Scouts pretty early on because I wouldn’t cut my hair, so they kicked me out. All for the best. ‘Boy Scout Ranch’ sounds like the premise of something very x-rated. That project of yours with your poet friend sounds very fun indeed! Is it just to do it and get pleasure thereby, or are you guys going to, like, turn it into art or something?  Either way: envy. Have a good weekend! ** T, Hi, T. Just wrote back to you, and hopefully I’ll see tomorrow! Ah, dang, about the useless (but not, i.e. coffee-flavoured religieuse) bus trip. I, of course, will wolf down the weekend you conjured for me. My two favorite Paris pastries are this insane escargot pistache at this great boulangerie in the 10th that is sadly closed on the weekends, and this insane roulaux matcha at the great Japanese-French patisserie Sadahuaru Aoki, but it’s way over in the far end of the 6th, and I don’t think I want to metro that complicatedly and far. Alas. I hope your weekend …well, includes a lovely coffee with moi! xo. ** politekid, Hi, O! Great to see you, pal! Thank you so much about ‘I Wished’. Aw, that’s great, I’m so happy you liked it, reliably discriminating one. I hope you’re busy for superb reasons, and catch me up whenever time spent here seems like the most self-bettering option available to you. ** l@rst, I tried an isolation tank once, and it didn’t do squat. It’s like that stupid Dream Machine. I was, like, trying to stare at this stupid gimmicky desk lamp is supposed to do what exactly? I think I’m too logical. Oh, how nice, about your co-worker. Hug her or something for me. Dude, make sure your weekend gets in some kind of record book. ** Okay. I thought I would give you a fun weekend, and, for whatever reason, a post devoted to the strangely shaped and spotty oeuvre of the very sporadically great horror moviemaker Tobe Hooper seemed fun at the time I built this. Please enjoy, because that’s the whole idea. See you on Monday.

Please welcome to the world … Brendan Lott Safer at Home (foreword by Jack Skelley)

A couple of years ago I started taking these photos from my apartment window. People in their apartments across the street. I wasn’t going anywhere because of the virus, so I felt stuck and my usual art practice was dead.

I liked them. I started to figure out how to make them, what to look for, what worked and what didn’t. Eventually I started to post them on my IG page and then had a show. Blog regular Jack Skelley liked them. I like Jack’s work a lot.

I wanted to put out a book so I asked Jack to write something for it. I told him he could write whatever he wanted. The book is called Safer At Home. It came out to tiny but intense Los Angeles fanfare last December. I really loved making it. It forced me to think about this work in a completely different way.

Jack and I have adapted it into the wondrous format of Dennis’ blog. Here it is.

 

Acts of Immobility

Brendan Lott – Safer at Home By Jack Skelley

“To have been what I always am – and so changed from what I was.” — Winnie in Happy Days, Samuel Beckett

The wide sidewalks are empty. How many storefronts are now boarded? Who observes the tattered adverts plastered on the plywood? They are ripped, faded, pasted-over. If anyone stopped to notice them, they might be symbols of desolation. Compulsive but futile attempts to persuade. Their audience a void.

He notices them. He sees something else: The street is lined with these spontaneous collages. Abstract murals. Accidental collaborations. The beauty of chaos and decay in every direction. A thousand Rauschenbergs. He frames them with his camera.

He returns to his room.

 

Paralyzed Drama

He is stuck. Can’t go forward or backward.

At times he’s the woman in Samuel Beckett’s Happy Days, Winnie, buried to the neck in the blazing sun, searching her black bag, grasping for memories of love amid the ruins of a life, ruins of a world.

Beckett’s stage directions read, “You peer in, see what things are there and then get them out. Peer, take, place. Peer, take, place. You peer more when you pick things up than when you put them down.”

Or he is paralyzed Captain Pike in that weird, old, lugubriously sluggish Star Trek pilot episode, communicating through beeps and buttons.

No, that’s not it. He’s Jimmy Stewart laid-up in Rear Window, a one-man Neighborhood Watch.

Because everyone else is stuck too. The entire city – and he’s in the center of it – is immobilized. Shut in and locked down. Some group into pods. Others brave isolation alone. Who knows for how long they’ll be frozen in space and hitched to “time’s turntable of deception.”

He creates an escape hatch. His eyes are portals through confinement. From his perch, he watches the sunlight dwindle and the moon rise, he looks across the street. In the facing building are a crosshatch of windows. Each rectangle is a frame. In each frame is a person. Sometimes two. Rarely more. Each enacting the rituals of shutdown in cubical volume. A mute Hollywood Squares with civilian fill-ins for Paul Lynde and Lily Tomlin. An alternate-universe Brady Bunch intro drenched in the colors of the city. The updated cast an extended family of captivity.

If he were a playwright he’d dialog acts of paralysis. Beckett’s Happy Days lady now a Valkyrie stuck in the world’s longest Ring Cycle.

As a Hitchcock he’d stage diabolical drama. As a Warhol, he’d assembly-line silkscreen variations. Instead he tripods and shoots. Watching. Waiting. Each window frames and formalizes a painting. In endless variations of character and mood.

The logistics of light and distance are extreme constraints. And yet, renewing one of the oldest of paradoxes, these limitations liberate.

He opens exposure as wide as possible to peer as deeply as possible into dark rooms, to soak up light and detail. Theacutely forced angles flatten perspective. The windows are grimy, smudged and smeared. (Some are caked with mush where birds smashed.) These become stage-light filters. Plants and furniture are props.

Now color-textures – arbitrarily corralled by the lens but stretching unseen in a forever hypothesis – blur into abstracts like Diebenkorns, but shaded by the boulevard buildings rather than illumined by the marine-layer light of Santa Monica.

 

Candid Poses

And, of course, there are the human figures. Also flattened by the 100-foot distance across the street, and frozen into shapes, they stage soundless dioramas.

Now, shadows drape faces and limbs, shroud or reveal character. Grimy Rembrandts.

Now, a woman lounges on her couch, assuming an Ingres or Matisse Odalisque pose. Now a bunch of bottles on a table make a Dutch still life.

All this adds to the illusion of image as painting. And when, eventually, the artist prints and enlarges the photos, this painterly effect amplifies. They seem to show brushstrokes.

Cubistically, angles and quadrilaterals order panes into planes, hint at volume while projecting temporality before and after. Squares within squares. The smallest squares are smartphones held by figures taking selfies. Some are perhaps doing sessions on OnlyFans, their ring-light halos a sure sign. That and their naked bodies.

Does the distance of space and light level into an emoted asseveration? Is there such a thing as a posed candid?

Distortions of perspective and reflections on the glass confound the eye: Floors are walls. Is that blob inside or outside?

But unlike, say, Merry Alpern’s “Dirty Windows” series of photographs – which these acknowledge – the effect is not “lurid” or “seedy.” Gritty, yes. And yet the lighting/framing lend a damaged dignity to the figures. The very act of composing – the spotlight eye of the artist – does that.

 

Body of Loss, Body of Grace

In this light, at this distance, romantic or sexual activity is not so much erotic as libidinal. The grimy panes strain body shapes to their Freudian essence, refracting a need for connections. Is the effect embarrassing, discomforting, indecent, voyeuristic? How intimate can a remote-by-definition OnlyFans encounter be? Or does comfort and reassurance hide in the shadows and corners?

What is expressed in the beckoning of limbs? And what do they reflect about you?

What about your own relationships? Does the vacuum of lost love suck out dignity? How do you heal friends who suffer at a distance? What do you look like when you are deep in need? What if a god-like lens peered into you? What holes in your life would it expose? What fractures, rejections, betrayals, confusions would gape? What color is your vulnerability?

And at what hours would you jolt awake? Which person – or fluid person/combos – haunts your dreams? What love flips to loss?

Then, deep in periods of darkness, a friend comforts with questions of eloquence and insight: Can there be validations of love beyond slippery appearances? Is there an embodiment, a proprioception, normally barred, now accessed in the outlines of sexual connections, no matter how long-ago, far-away?

May boundaries of pleasure and pain admit the internal logic of physical empathy, invisible, but somehow felt, somehow shared?

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There’s a great sickness in a gutted world. It’s hard to tell which is greater: the sickness of the virus, or the social sickness of people’s reactions. And yet, transmuted, these images place sickness into relief against time and “human nature.” They illuminate – in spite of plagues – with rays of grace, no matter how dusty.

 

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The Book itself:

 

Some other things written about this series:

Window as Screen: On Brendan Lott’s “Safer at Home” by Daniel Coffeen

Brendan Lott: ‘Safer at Home’ A Time of Suspended Animation by Jody Zellen

Brendan Lott – Walter Maciel Gallery by Genie Davis

See and Buy the Book Here

 

 

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p.s. Hey. ** Today the blog goes into ushering mode to give y’all the heads up about a new book collecting the beautiful pandemic/confinement era photographs of the superb artist Brendan Lott as accompanied by the sparkling thoughts on paper of maestro wordsmith Jack Skelley. That both of them are d.l.s of this place makes today extra sweet. Please pry the post apart via your eyes with your consummate skill and care, please. It’s a gorgeous thing. Thank you, Brendan, and thank you, Jack. ** David, Glad the post unearthed such a personal whirlpool. I’ve never seen Kate Bush live, but now I don’t even think I need to. It’s accomplished. ** Maria, Isabella, Camila, Malaria, Gabriela, Hi. That would make for one hell of a death, my group of friends. But I think it’s probably better if you just never die. ** Verity Pawloski, Hi. ** David Ehrenstein, Ah, Apichatpong Weerasethakul’s good old days. ** Dominik, Hi!!! Well, … ha ha, so, guess what? Both of my friends cancelled on me yesterday! Both of them! One of them says he’ll go to TRM today, but I do not believe him or really anyone anymore. So, no, I didn’t, and there is no God, not that I ever thought there was one. Me either, about my shoes. I just wear whatever I have until they’re falling apart, and then Yury says, ‘You need new shoes’, and then he shows up with new shoes for me, and I put them on, and the cycle begins again. He always gives me Paul Smith shoes, I don’t know why. I’m sure Anita has mastered the reaction emoji. I have yet to know anyone personally who goes that route without making me cringe. I probably expect way too much from GIFs. No doubt. My love of yesterday has saved you a seat. I think most slaves would be willing to go for that co-burial option, although, hm, actually some of them clearly want to inherit their masters’ estates, so I don’t know. Love remaking ‘Pet Sematary’ on his OnlyFans account with unsubtle changes and calling it ‘Twink Seminary’, G. ** _Black_Acrylic, I came ‘this close’ to including that Patrick Caulfield gravestone in the post. Seriously, ‘this close’. ** Sypha, I haven’t had the time to imbibe the new Sypha Nadon LP yet, but I think today will probably throw up a decent stint of pleasure-oriented time. More curious than ever. ** Shane, That Vaporwave remix made me want to kill myself, so I hear you, bro. ** T, Hi. The good thing is, what are the odds of actually getting buried alive, you know? No earthquakes in France. No wells to fall into, that I’ve ever seen anyway. You’re probably safe. I’ve always been really hardcore about wanting to be buried in a grave and not cremated, but now I don’t remember why, so I’m confused about that at the moment. Buried at sea … see, I think the idea of getting eaten by fish is a little scary to me. In theory, I think that 11 year-old robot yelling kid and I could be fast friends, but I probably would yank the wire out. At least he likes macadamia nuts, or maybe he hates them? What an intriguing child. Cool about the email/Sunday. I hope your Friday is like the guy who goes to see his favorite band in concert and spends the whole set yelling, ‘Play *his favorite song by them*!, knowing full well that’ll never play it because it’s an obscure bonus track, and annoying everyone around him until they realize that, yeah, it would be awesome to hear them play that song, and they start telling for it too, and the band eventually has no choice but to play it, but very badly since they haven’t rehearsed it and don’t remember the chords and lyrics. xo. ** l@rst, Interesting. I have a crazy imagination, but I don’t think I’ve ever imagined being buried alive. I should try it. Might do me a world of good. Ooh, I want to see ‘Jackass Forever’! ** Steve Erickson, Everyone’s saying that. Yay! Huh. Zac saw the Christophe pandemic doc and said it’s one of the worst films he’s ever seen, but maybe people in the US will be all charmed by how French it is or something. Happens. Hm, about the imposter syndrome. I almost never think about age difference when I see movies or hear music by much younger artists, etc., so I don’t know if I would feel that. I would think that pointing out comparable work by older artists would be useful to the artists and the listeners unless one got nostalgic and hierarchical about the past vs. present. Interesting. ** Misanthrope, Well, I’m glad you’re starting to get things sorted. I mean, you know, spilt milk and all of that. But, yeah, what an unpleasant side trip. ** Brian, Hey, Brian. I don’t think it has to be superficial, but, yeah, give them another look and see if your wheels start spinning. I really don’t think shallowness is an issue since you’re obviously not shallow and do not tolerate shallowness from the amount I know you. I love ‘Four Nights of a Dreamer’ a ton. It’s Bresson’s funniest film by a lot. It’s practically a dark comedy. That scene where they watch the boat pass is among his greatest scenes ever, I think. There must be some aspect to that 4-hour class that will benefit your filmmaking that you can hook into, no? I hope so. I hope the waters of your Friday are ultra-calm. ** Right. Investigate the wonderful Brendan/Jack book until further notice, please. Thank you! See you tomorrow.

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