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Jesse Bransford presents … A List of Grimoires for the Twilight of the Age of the Book *

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Since the 60s there has been a ton of scholarly research on magic and the history of magic. Pioneered by people like Francis Yates, there have also been in and out of the margins public ‘practitioners’ that despite all efforts continue to profess the reality of certain techniques of ‘action at a distance.’ Some of the names below may be familiar; some less so. The survival of this material in the public consciousness is strange. Part of it has to do with the way books work. And that’s all of course changing radically right now.

The grimoire, or magical textbook, has a long and spurious history that sits in several places, often contradictory in nature: the most immediately relevant is it’s relationship to reality and fantasy. Magic books have lived most of their lives in the imagination – most grimoires were limited in distribution and secreted for various reasons in hand-written manuscript form. Their movements and reality were shrouded in rumor and secrecy. This secrecy became part of the grimoire’s reputation and it’s hidden and rare status contributed to it’s notoriety. This often dramatic reputation was immediately seized on in the advent of mass publication, and the occult book of arcane knowledge became a singular protagonist in most genre fiction and popular cultural forms. For fun I’ve sprinkled this survey with my favorite examples in recent film and television. The smattering of clips is a fraction of the material and could make a post all it’s own.


Giles the Watcher on Books vs. the Internet from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

As the internet absorbs printed text, a universe of books is being redistributed, pulped and fetishized. Nowhere is this more clear than in the bibliophile/scholar/geek culture for occult books. Certain choice used book stores are flooded with vintage books from the 60s and 70s new age, and small-run presses are fueling a renaissance of translation, scholarship and publication of magic texts that have languished for centuries in libraries all over the world. As someone who has been watching and participating in this culture for a while it seems to be a great moment to share a small list of available works and to meditate on the present moment’s import for the book and the book of magic.


Evil Dead II

The specific quality of this list helps underline the triple reality these books present at the moment. First, no matter how you break it down, these books are arcane. It is one thing to read about occult books as narrative devices in thrillers and weird fiction (which is awesome). It is entirely different to read the books themselves and chance the bleed of fantasy into reality. A close reading of any grimoire is Lovecraft x10. Sanity points will leech away from you and chapel perilous, once looming safely in the distance, will be just over the next hill. That’s the cautionary tale in every book/film/story about infernal books… Secondly, although arcane, all of these books are in print, available right now on Amazon. In fairness, to keep to that qualification necessitated some omissions I’m sad about, and in one or two instances I chose versions of the texts that are in fact out of print (this is after all a collector’s fetish realm). But thirdly, all of these texts are available online in one form or another. You won’t get the commentaries and the awesome footnotes detailing library chases for manuscript copies that were compared, and in many instances the online versions available suck, but the texts are all out there.

Enough people over the years have asked me ‘what books to get’ on this subject and while I in no way claim any expertise on the subject beyond blind bibliomanical enthusiasm, I don’t think I’m steering anyone wrong with the list of ten texts below and mentioning the most active presses and scholars I’ve come across in my travels.

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The Devil Rides Out

Magic texts are as old as the written word (actually older). The form is almost unique in it’s persistence: from the oral tradition, into the time of hand written manuscripts, through early printing, into mass publication and now witnessing the transition to electronic text. Given this lineage it’s not surprising much of it feels like poetry, the only other form to ride all of these waves. It’s also no surprise that some of these texts have extremely bad reputations. The fluid social/political/philosophical space these books inhabit by definition makes them a threat to the status quo.

Magical texts are always in motion and eternally up for grabs. They suggest totalizing systems without ever accomplishing that totality. All I can say is that this seems to be the point. Every text I’ve looked at has and seems to encourage differences and discrepancies. As more and more manuscript research is done, part of the confusion seems to be from transcription errors and other typical forms of errata, but some of these foibles seem willful. The mistruths in these texts, it is often said, are to separate the worthy from the unworthy. It is well known that some works were written with multiple interpretations in mind, but there’s evidence some of them have multiple systemic interpretations or different codes to interpret the symbols by. Many of the societies formed around these texts, secret and otherwise, have graded progressions or levels, and symbol sets get completely different meanings depending on the reader’s grade or level. Where you are as a reader has a place that is rarely given importance in other kinds of text. Many magical texts can feel completely different on subsequent readings and will open up the more you work with them and the topics they cover. In that sense alone these texts have a palpable effect on reality. I can attest to this personally.


In the Mouth of Madness

Looking at these books historically it is also stunning and heartening how truly multi-cultural and inclusive the works are. Magic seems ultimately to be about synthesis, and looking historically, the magical tradition seems to have the most purchase and power where cultures meet and interact. I have been continually shocked to find every continent’s thought structures at play in one place or another. What is termed the ‘western’ esoteric tradition has back-currents from and to Africa, Asia and even the Americas. Several European grimoires have entered into African and Caribbean magic traditions, usually as representations of ultimate taboo. John Dee’s famous black mirror came from America and is rumored to have belonged to an Aztec priest…


John Dee’s Obsidian Mirror

 

The List of Texts

Three Books of Occult Philosophy, Henry Cornelius Agrippa
Probably the most referred to of all of the grimoires, this book is a true encyclopedia of magical thought as it was beginning to shear away from accepted knowledge in the renaissance. Erudite in the high, Agrippa fluidly quotes between the Bible and the Christian apocrypha, The Jewish and hebraic occult traditions as well as the entire hellenic record. Chaldean and Islamic astrology have a prominent place, as well as most of the european folk remedies and cures. It was this later data that really marked the book for infamy: the perceived threat of witches and Ottoman expansion of the time made these materials ‘infernal’ in the eyes of his peers. Given all of the material covered and quoted, Donald Tyson’s fully annotated edition pictured here adds a value to the text that can’t be under estimated.



Book: http://www.amazon.com/Three-Occult-Philosophy-Llewellyns-Sourcebook/dp/0875428320/ref=pd_sim_sbs_bt_1



Online: http://www.esotericarchives.com/agrippa/

 

The Hieroglyphic Monad, John Dee
Second only to Aleister Crowley here in the English speaking world, John Dee is synonymous with magic and witchcraft. He’s gone through a significant makeover, being most recently the subject of an opera written by Blur/Gorillas architect Damon Albarn. The Monad is Dee’s first and most accessible magical text, written in a form mimicking Euclid’s Geometry which Dee had translated into English around the same time. With all the indicators of what was to come in what is now called Enochian magic, this text is shorter, clearer and much simpler than any of the Enochian texts, which are all dazzling in their own right. The Monad is a great introduction to the occult tradition and a great multiple-read text.



Book: http://www.amazon.com/Hieroglyphic-Monad-Dr-John-Dee/dp/157863203X/ref=tmm_pap_title_2?ie=UTF8&qid;=1328905487&sr;=8-2



Online: http://www.esotericarchives.com/dee/monad.htm


A full documentary on Dee I hesitate to post for it’s length (and slight bombast) but I’ve already posted Evil Dead bits and the soundtrack is all Coil!

 

• Aleister Crowley, The Book of the Law: Liber Al Vel Legis
If the Hieroglyphic Monad is short and clear, the Book of the Law is short and utterly opaque. Dictated from a revelation/possession experience in 1904 in Egypt, this text is the foundation of the Thelema tradition, the contemporary bridge between the historical traditions and the contemporary traditions that exist today. Firmly rooted in the ideas of the Corpus Hermeticum as well as the east-meets-west confluences and conflations that are really what the occult tradition is all about, the text has everything Crowley has to offer at his most lovable and obnoxious. An automatic poem with a sharp and tangled point, it even ends with the warning that the book should be destroyed after being read. Several annotated versions of the text, all titled The Law is for All are available, each surrounded by controversy. I am partial to the commentaries of Crowley’s secretary Israel Regardie, an accomplished occult philosopher in his own right. The Book of the Law’s importance as a magical text is argued intensely, but no one denies Crowley’s importance in transmitting the fire and enthusiasm for magic that has burned steadily in the popular consciousness ever since.



Book: http://www.amazon.com/Book-Law-Aleister-Crowley/dp/0877283346

Online: http://www.sacred-texts.com/oto/engccxx.htm

Video: 9th Gate (Fargus’s collection)

 

The Chemical Wedding of Christian Rosenkreutz

While not strictly a magical text, this allegorical story is a great ‘gateway’ into the mindset necessary to process a lot of the thinking found in magical texts. Surrealism as we know it today was heavily influenced by this text and the history that grew out of the alchemical and Rosicrucian traditions, of which The Chemical Wedding is considered the masterpiece. The merging of the symbolic, poetic and descriptive modes of writing makes for a dreamy, delusional and above all magical feeling that se
ems to be suggesting something above and beyond the simple ‘reading’ of the text. Indeed, the symbolism and structure of the text has been studied and interpreted rigorously since the work appearance in 1616.



Book: http://www.amazon.com/Chemical-Christian-Rosenkreutz-Hermetic-Sourceworks/dp/0933999356/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie;=UTF8&qid;=1328905631&sr;=1-1



Online: http://www.levity.com/alchemy/chymwed1.html

 

Picatrix: Ghayat Al-Hakim, Volumes I and II

Of the books coming from the orient to renaissance Italy, this tome seems to be architectonic for many of the magical threads we can find today. An arabic text made up of several smaller works discussing the making of talismans, the lunar calendar and its magical properties, it clearly influenced all of the renaissance magicians and was at that time considered among the most infernal texts. It is also an excellent example of how much cross-cultural influence these traditions have, clearly demonstrating the large part the Islamic world had in preserving the knowledge of antiquity. Only recently translated into English, there are now several versions available.



Book (this is a different translation from the one above but is well rated and contains both volumes): http://www.amazon.com/Complete-Picatrix-Classic-Astrological-Atratus/dp/1257767852/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid;=1328905994&sr;=8-1



Online (this is a summary and not the full text): http://www.esotericarchives.com/picatrix.htm

Video: 9th Gate (book making: the devil is in the details)

 

Sefer Yetzirah: The Book of Creation

The core text of Jewish mysticism, the correlation of alphabetic letter, number and the cosmos is here so elegant and systematic it is no wonder why Hebrew became the de-facto magical alphabet of choice. Most of the so-called angelic scripts are either ciphers of Hebrew or obviously derived from the letter system. Gemmatria, kabbalah, talismanic manipulation and many kinds of evocation and invocation owe their being to this text. Short and clear in it’s presentation, it is said this text existed orally for hundreds of years before it was written down in the early middle ages. Kaplan’s annotated version includes multiple translations and an in depth commentary that gives insight and clarity, whatever your familiarity with hebrew.



Book: http://www.amazon.com/Sefer-Yetzirah-Creation-Aryeh-Kaplan/dp/0877288550/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie;=UTF8&qid;=1328906136&sr;=1-1



Online: http://www.sacred-texts.com/jud/yetzirah.htm

 

The Book of Abramelin, Abraham von Worms

A degraded manuscript version of this text was a source document many of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn’s rituals were based on. The current translation is the result of almost 20 years of research and it opens up the text and clarifies many of the operations and procedures. Most importantly, the Book of Abramelin contains the blueprint of the HGA ritual (Holy Guardian Angel), an extremely involved ritual practice that really sets the bar for what kind of dedication a magical practice can require. The links to what we now know of the tantric, yogic and other eastern psycho/physical practices are amazing.



Book: http://www.amazon.com/Book-Abramelin-New-Translation/dp/089254127X/ref=sr_1_1

Online (This is an older translation): http://www.sacred-texts.com/grim/abr/index.htm

 

The Clavis or Key to the Magic of Solomon

A great new trend in contemporary magical publications has been facsimile editions of the more referred to manuscripts. Some of the most famous of these were penned by the victorian occultist Frederick Hockley. Most interested in scrying, Hockley a
lso copied occult manuscripts for his extensive library, a self-admitted bibliophile. The meticulous artistry exhibited in these documents transmits part of the pleasure of books and hand-made books in particular. This is a particularly interesting text to facsimile because of the number of variations of the Clavis or Keys that exist. The recent scholarship on these manuscripts is obsessive, detail oriented and wonderful to follow. Sifting between versions of talisman recipes underlines the personal, esoteric and process-oriented nature of these practices.

Solomonic grimoires show the intricacies and difficulty of dating and locating the origins of most Grimoires. Hundreds of manuscripts claiming the bible’s King Solomon as the author exist. None have proven to be nearly that old. The content of the texts is on one hand remarkably similar and on another intensely culturally specific, and examples of Solomonic grimoires have been found written in almost every language. The works definitely merit their own sub-category, but because of the way many of these texts were grouped together with other works the categories are fairly porous (see 9 and 10). The literature surrounding King Solomon (including the Bible) gives him great power as a controller of spirits (many were said to be marshaled in the construction of the first temple). This relationship between power and control of the spirit realm led to many stories up to the 19th century of powerful lords and their architects using ‘infernal labor‘ in their construction projects, particularly bridges.

Book (expensive, but it is an extensively annotated facsimile edition of a beautiful hand-rendered text): http://www.amazon.com/Clavis-Key-Magic-Solomon-Talismanic/dp/0892541598/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie;=UTF8&qid;=1328906684&sr;=1-1

Online (this is a completely different version, based on the same family of manuscripts but producing a very different text, and no pretty handwriting): http://www.sacred-texts.com/grim/kos/index.htm


From deGivry’s survey Magic Witchcraft and Alchemy


From deGivry’s survey Magic Witchcraft and Alchemy

 

The Veritable Key of Solomon

In 1889 S. L. MacGregor Mathers, one of the founders of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, published a text called the Key of Solomon, ostensibly starting the entire field of research/enthusiasm for what are now termed the Solomonic grimoires. There are hundreds of them and the divisions separating them can be minute and immense. While Peterson’s facsimile of Hockley’s manuscript gives a singular focus to the Solomonic tradition, Skinner and Rankine’s compendium of Keys (there are three separate tracts in this text) seeks to orient the reader to the different clusters of documents that have been translated and published over the years and given the Solomonic modifier. The research shows just how inter-penetrating and intermixed these manuscripts had become over several hundred years of clandestine transmission. Clear in the confusion, the reader gets a sense of some of the materials Agrippa, Dee and our other protagonists had access to in their researches. The book comes from the Sourceworks of Ceremonial Magic series, now numbering eight volumes, all of which of the highest quality and detail.



Book: http://www.amazon.com/Veritable-Solomon-Sourceworks-Ceremonial-Magic/dp/0738714534/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid;=1328987337&sr;=8-1



Online (One version from a specific manuscript, different from the ones referred to in the book, but comparable): http://www.esotericarchives.com/solomon/sl3847.htm

 

The Arbatel of Magic

The Arbatel represents a renaissance streamlining of many of the threads of the occult tradition being formed and reevaluated. Insisting on an ‘olympian’ character of the planetary influences, the system described feels both pagan and judaeo-christian in it’s origins and makes for a somewhat unique and syncretic voice in the literature. Also of note is that unlike most texts, which claim an almost always apocryphal antiquity, this text was first printed in 1536 and seems to have been written at that time. Whereas Agrippa’s text is clear in his sources to the point of confusion (without a commentary I think most readers will be lost), the Arbetel is almost simple in it’s presentation. This gives it a somewhat privileged place in the lore, as it is an extremely ‘user friendly’ text. Peterson’s modernized translation makes it more so and the edition available is elegant and erudite. It also smells delicious.



Book: http://www.amazon.com/Arbatel-Concerning-Ancients-Joseph-Peterson/dp/0892541520/ref=sr_1_7?s=books&ie;=UTF8&qid;=1328907812&sr;=1-7

Online: http://www.esotericarchives.com/solomon/arbatel.htm

 

Notes

The three sections below are gravy for people who want more information. I also wanted to specifically mention these small presses as I think they are quite amazing, some making books that are art quality objects. While I don’t totally agree with Giles’s sentiments stated in the opening clip of this post I do feel that there is an experience in books that is unique, that books should share our thinking space with these new technologies rather than be replaced by them.

 

Presses

Ouroboros Press

The Golden Hoard Press (Sourceworks of Ceremonial Magic)

Magnum Opus Books/Alchemy Web Bookshop

Teitan Press

 

Scholars/Translators

Frances Yates

Aryeh Kaplan

Adam McLean

Joscelyn Godwin

Donald Tyson

Stephen Skinner

David Rankine

Joseph H. Peterson

 

Additional Reference Texts

* I could list hundreds of books here but have chosen the ones I’ve found myself needing to refer to the most. Tyson’s edition of Agrippa can make up for most of the gaps, but if you find yourself getting comparative in your analyses and want primary data, these books have helped a ton. I’m not including any eastern or hellenic source works, although Ovid and the Upanishads etc… of course are relevant…

777
Aleister Crowley’s collection and correlation of tables. These get a little funky the further you get into the material record and begin comparing the data, but it is a notable and fairly reliable (and precedent setting) collection of the tabulations and correlations of thousands of years of magical data.

The Complete Magician’s Tables
Stephen Skinner’s answer to the missing facts and errata that have surfaced since 777‘s publication. Much more useful and accurate ultimately than 777, it is reverent to and respectful of the document it owes fealty to.

The Torah
Commentated and scrutinized in a completely different manner, the book of course gives insight to many of the specifically Hebraic structures that appear in much of this material.

The Bible
One way or another you will come back here. As something to react for or against (‘I keep the Bible in a pool of blood so that none of it’s lies can affect me’ is a good Slayer quote for the moment), the Bible is there looming in the background of most of this material. Over the years I’ve come to appreciate much of the text, and realize that like all infernal books it’s what you do with it that counts.

The Qur’an
Much more of the occult tradition is built on concepts in this book that most would at first think and it is pretty embarrassing how ignorant we are in (America at least) of what is in this book…

The Nag Hammadi Scriptures
For those leery of the ‘good books’ mentioned above (like me), the Nag Hammadi scriptures can ease some of the frustrations the Torah/Bible/Qur’an as a reference can cause. These texts also open up a universe of religious and mystical thought that was virtually unknown to the modern world prior to their discovery in the 40s. Much more mystical and concerned with the individual than made it into the good books, and you can see a pattern of control that got exercised by excluding many of these thought bombs…

The Corpus Hermeticum
This collection’s influence on magical texts cannot be underestimated. It also links many of the other occult traditions, especially alchemy. Presumed to be of deep Egyptian antiquity for centuries, it is actually 2nd century, close in age to the Nag Hammadi codices and sharing many of their ideas.
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p.s. Hey. ** NLK, Hey. I posted yesterday before your comment registered, but I managed to spot it. My pleasure, obviously, on expressing the pleasure your videos gave me. 16mm, cool, wow. I love that look. Are you adjusting your ideas in any way to match that format, or … ? My French is poor. I understand okay, basically, without getting nuances and subtleties, but I don’t speak the language, and I can only really read factual stuff in French, although I do go to see French films without subtitles a fair amount. Right now I’m in a rare in-between reading phase, meaning no fiction or poetry at this very moment. A book about the history of Grove Press, a book about the history of two art galleries: Pat Hearn and American Fine Art. What are you reading? Tips? I do love Bresson’s color films the most. I’m in that camp. I hope you’ll get a chance to see them, although I suppose you’ll probably have to end up streaming them or springing for the DVDs. Anyway, have a swell Wednesday. ** David Ehrenstein, Things were tough for the detectably gay back then. P.J. Castellaneta is apparently working on a new film. Zac’s and my producer might be its producer. Everyone, Mr. Ehrenstein’s FaBlog sinks its inimitable claws into the Trump beast. Check it. ** Sypha, Understood. Well, that ‘cut your losses’ strategy it works for you, obviously. I don’t think it would for me. For instance, with ‘The Sluts’, I started and abandoned that novel many times over a 10 year period before I finally figured out how to make it work. So I would have lost my ‘hit’. Wow, that’s so cool to see the list of the ‘Guide’ songs. I, of course, had forgotten which I’d chosen since I haven’t looked at the novel in forever. I wasn’t able to get Zac on the phone yesterday, but I’m spending the day with him, partly at his place, so I’ll find that lyric and identify it and give you the source, probably in the Comments later today. Thanks, James. I’m super stoked and grateful that you’re doing that. ** Steve Erickson, Hi. Oh, yes, I do think I remember you mentioning the Buttigieg essay a while ago. I agree with you about Peck’s essay and what it means. The negative on it has gone too far in some instances, for sure, but then, on the other hand, I’ve seen people, even people I otherwise respect, hailing Peck as the gay hero of this generation and using the hashtag #DalePeck2020. That’s just as depressing to me. What a horrible fucking moment we’re in. ** Bill, Ha ha, I’ll get to work on the screenplay ASAP. Cheerleading from Paris on your war with software. How was ‘Midsommar’? ** _Black_Acrylic, Some of those who prize Verhoeven’s films say ‘Flesh+Blood’ is an unsung masterpiece or something. Interesting about the Frank Sidebottom doc. Man, he’s getting sung in ways he probably couldn’t have imagined, no? ** KK, Hi, man. Thanks for the ‘Crawl’ report. That’s good enough for me. I was just wondering how the title would be translated for the French version so I won’t miss it only to discover that ‘Crawl’ is the French word too. How odd. Oh, cool, thanks, I’ll order Matt’s book straight away, assuming they’ll ship to France. Wait, I just saw your late comment. Well, I mean, if he doesn’t mind sending me a copy, that would be fantastic. Uh, I don’t want to put my street address here, but you can email me at [email protected], and I’ll shoot the address back to you, if that works. Please tell Matt thanks very much from me. Enjoy the acing and arranging and finessing of your collection, which I know you will. The shopping phase is always purgatory, but at least it can be a quickie, fingers crossed. Early very happy birthday to you! And your celebration plans are killer and envy-provoking. Wednesday looks busy on my end, which is good, and possibly a bit too hot, sky-wise, but I suppose you know what that’s like being where you are. Anyway, I hope you make yours count or vice versa. ** Misanthrope, George, I have a very strong intuition that there is no genius to be missed. Oops, about the semi-shared endings. But, hey, yours could easily make his seem like a mere preliminary sketch. Big up on LPS landing employment. And big hope that he settles in there and works his ass off. ** Okay. Today I restore a post made for the blog some years ago by the excellent visual artist and expert occultist Jesse Bransford. He knows his shit, so, if the post is up your alley, let it steer you right. See you tomorrow.

Susan Tyrrell Day

 

‘“Actor often cast in sleazy, raunchy roles.” That was the headline for The Guardian’s obituary of the maverick cult movie actress Susan Tyrrell (18 March 1945 – 16 June 2012), who died last month aged 67 after a very tough life. Seriously: what greater career summary could an actress possibly hope for?

‘Since her death I’ve devoured all Tyrrell’s obituaries and found the outrageous anecdotes about this tempestuous outlaw / outsider actress so fascinating, it prompted me to do my own (belated) tribute. I hadn’t thought of Susan Tyrrell much since reading the tragic news of her losing both her legs in 2000 (they had to be amputated when she was stricken with a rare blood disease; considering her health problems, Tyrrell’s death wasn’t entirely unexpected) or kept abreast of her subsequent film appearances. It’s sad when it takes death for someone to be reappraised, but there’s been a genuine outpouring of affection for Tyrrell online in the past month – a recognition we’ve lost a true original. I hope I can do justice to Tyrrell’s weird charisma.

‘Prior to her death, I mainly knew Tyrrell from just two films. Like many people of my generation, she made a vivid impression as raspy-voiced, gum-snapping hillbilly matriarch Ramona Ricketts in the John Waters juvenile delinquent rockabilly musical Cry-baby (1990). Many years later, I saw her as Carroll Baker’s mousey, tremulous and down-trodden daughter-in-law in Andy Warhol’s BAD (1977). (I know I’ve seen Big Top Pee Wee (1988) at some point, but it’s been so long I need to re-visit it to refresh my memory of Tyrrell in that).

‘Since then, I’ve loaded my LOVEFiLM request list with Susan Tyrrell films (not many of which are available on DVD in the UK, sadly) and seen Forbidden Zone (1982). But what all of Tyrrell’s obituary writers unanimously agree on is that her crowning achievement was her performance as the volatile alcoholic Oma in Fat City (1972).

‘When people lament wistfully about the golden age of gritty, small-scale 1970s character-driven American films, they mean films precisely like Fat City, John Huston’s downbeat and soulful study of melancholy losers. Set in a peeling, shabby vision of skid row Stockton, California, Huston’s tone is hard-boiled but sensitive and compassionate if ultimately pessimistic (“Life is a beeline for the drain,” one of the characters despairs towards the end). The action mostly shuttles between boxing gyms, derelict welfare hotels and dark dive bars where the characters chain-smoke and drink away their troubles while mournful Country & Western music emanates from a Wurlitzer jukebox. (The Kris Kristofferson ballad “Help Me Make It through the Night” plays under the opening credits and sets the mood for the ensuing film).

Fat City contrasts the stories of two couples: Jeff Bridges as a promising teenage boxer on the ascent and his naive girlfriend Candy Clark, and the stoical, battered Stacy Keach as a past-his-prime boxer and Tyrrell as his booze-sodden love interest Oma. (The older pair is far more interesting).

‘The role of juicehead Oma was originally intended for Faye Dunaway, then at her zenith. No doubt Dunaway would have been fascinating in the part, but Tyrrell invests it with a totally idiosyncratic frowsy, bleary-eyed kewpie doll strangeness. (Dunaway would eventually get to interpret a similar role much later in her career, as the drunken Wanda Wilcox in the 1987 film Barfly).

‘It’s jarring to realise Tyrrell was only 26-years old in Fat City: with her matted rat’s nest hair, face screwed into a mask of misery and slumped, defeated body language she could pass for someone a good fifteen years older. (Tyrrell always looks vaguely forty-something in all of her films, regardless of her actual age). Her performance is the quintessential study of the jaundiced bar stool mama, the kind of drunk you pray doesn’t spark up a conversation with you at a bar while you’re waiting for someone (and they always do). She’s such a hardened barfly that when Oma makes a rare sojourn outside in daytime, the jolting unfamiliarity of sunlight makes her blink and turn unsteady. Tyrrell nails the stormy mood swings of an alcoholic: sherry-swilling Oma is alternately tearful, petulant, maudlin, raucous, self-pitying and needy. When angered she turns shrewish, a harridan. “Screw everybody!” she slurs. She and Keach have a piquant argument at one stage (Him: “Screw you!” Her: “Up yours, cowboy!”). She’s also prone to drunken philosophising: “The white race has been in decline since 1492 when Christopher Columbus discovered syphilis!”

‘Once Keach’s initial infatuation with Oma wears off, he realises what exactly he’s lumbered with. “Every time she opens her mouth, I think I’m going to go crazy!” he despairs. Yes, Oma is a nightmare, but Tyrrell scalds the screen every time she appears. While the rest of the cast give low-key naturalistic performances, Tyrrell is on an entirely different register – out-sized, bravura, Bette Davis-ish intensity. She’s an actress out on a limb, risking embarrassment. Tyrrell was nominated for a Best Supporting Actress Oscar for her performance, but rather than herald greater things Fat City sealed her fate and set a bar she’d never be able to reach again for various complex reasons — perhaps her own tumultuous personality, or maybe Tyrrell was so convincing as an unstable drunk it scared off producers?

Fat City certainly guaranteed Tyrrell would never be a conventional leading lady (probably not her destiny anyway). Luckily she saw herself as primarily a character actress: she was beautiful enough to be a mainstream star (sculpted cheekbones, feline eyes, heart-shaped mouth), but instead opted to embrace her inner freak. (One of the defining characteristics of Tyrrell’s career was her willingness to look grotesque).

‘But looking back at Tyrrell’s wayward, erratic filmography, she deserved better films. Tyrrell probably belongs to the elite tradition of actresses too uncompromising, eccentric, decadent and individual for Hollywood to know what to do with: think of loose cannons / trouble makers like Louise Brooks or Tallulah Bankhead (and more recently, Sandra Bernhard). In fact, in Barry Paris’s essential 1989 biography of silent cinema’s wild child Louise Brooks he quotes a friend of hers recalling asking Brooks how – when she was almost overburdened with beauty, potential and star quality – she wound up exiled from Hollywood and unemployable. Brooks admitted, “I like to fuck and drink too much.” I suspect that’s equally true of Tyrrell (who could swear like a truck stop prostitute). And it clearly rankled her: in interviews Tyrrell repeatedly bewails the quality of her films. In 1992 she starred in an avant-garde one-woman performance art stage piece about her career disappointments entitled My Rotten Life: A Bitter Operetta. It’s like David Lynch meets Kurt Weill and Tyrrell is on scathing form.

‘The other Tyrrell film I’ve seen since her death is Forbidden Zone. Very deliberately striving for cult movie status, this zany musical looks great and has some amazing moments (it’s remarkable what was achieved on a clearly small budget) – but it’s also frequently shrill and annoying, and the music of Oingo Boingo is pretty much nails on a blackboard for me. As the vicious Queen Doris of the Sixth Dimension, Tyrrell walks off with the film. Boiling with sexual energy and fury, gleefully luxuriating in her own evil (Eartha Kitt’s Catwoman in the 1960s Batman TV series would appear to be her template), Tyrrell demonstrates (for a heterosexual woman) a profound understanding of camp in this performance. In fact her only potential threat in the film is the superbly deadpan former Warhol superstar Viva, who makes a cameo appearance and delivers with peerless nonchalance the killer line, “See you guys later – I need to change a Tampax.” (In a climactic moment, Tyrrell and Viva roll around on the ground in a cat fight. It needs to be seen to be believed).

‘In Forbidden Zone, the sadistic Queen Doris is married to King Fausto of the Sixth Dimension, played by dwarf French actor Herve Villechaize (yes, Tattoo from Fantasy Island). In one of the extra features on the Forbidden Zone DVD, Tyrrell is interviewed and discusses her relationship with Villechaize (they’d been romantically involved, but split by the time they co-starred in the film). She reminisces about the first time she ever saw Villechaize, onstage in a play. As the play progressed, Tyrrell found herself drawn to him and it gradually dawned on her: “I want to fuck a midget!” When the interviewer splutters with nervous laughter, Tyrrell clarifies, “In a very loving way!”

‘As a nice postscript, this is Tyrrell interviewed in Lee Server’s excellent 2006 biography of Ava Gardner, recalling her encounter with the ailing veteran actress in Spain in 1984. It reveals much about Tyrrell’s warmth, generosity, hedonism and ribald sense of humour.

‘“I was in Spain doing a film … had two fabulous lunches with (Gardner). She had saddlebags of vodka on the sides of her eyes. But what a beauty. You’re just in awe, it’s like taking in the Taj Mahal of beauty. But she was a real girl. “Honey honey” and smoking smoking and the beauty of this face and drinking and laughing our asses off. She was trying to get me out of Madrid. She said I had to get out of there – get the fuck out of the country. And she leaned over the table, and she said, “You need to get the fuck out of Spain, because the guys all have little dicks and they’ll fuck you in the ass before you can get your panties off.” I loved her so much. We laughed so hard … What a genius. She had a lot of vodka in her, boy, that’s for sure.”

‘I think I want to go to for a boozy, debauched lunch with Susan Tyrrell and Ava Gardner …

‘Tyrrell is survived by her mother, but sadly they were estranged and hadn’t reconciled by the time of her death. In 2000 Tyrrell recalled, “The last thing my mother said to me was, ‘SuSu, your life is a celebration of everything that is cheap and tawdry.’ I’ve always liked that, and I’ve always tried to live up to it.” “A celebration of everything that is cheap and tawdry”: talk about words to live by. RIP Susan Tyrrell.’ — bitter69uk

 

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Further

Susan Tyrrell @ IMDb
MY SO-CALLED ROTTEN LIFE
A life of blows and disappointments can’t bow Susan Tyrrell
A Delicate Fucking Flower
Susan Tyrrell – 3 Character Images | Behind The Voice Actors
‘Far From Home’ Features the Hollywood Scene-Stealer, Susan Tyrrell
Audio: Panagiotis A. Stathis – Elegy for Susan Tyrrell
R.I.P. Susan Tyrrell
SUSAN TYRRELL – ACTERIEUR DU CINEMA
Stacy Keach on Susan Tyrrell
Reflections on Susan Tyrrell (18 March 1945 – 16 June 2012)
Theme From ‘Rosemary’s Baby’ At Susan Tyrrell’s Memorial Service
A Wasted Life: R.I.P.: Susan Tyrrell

 

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Extras


Susan Tyrrell–Rare 1992 TV Interview, Fat City


SUSAN TYRRELL reads from ‘Paradoxia: A Predator’s Diary’ by Lydia Lunch


Sandra Dahdah of Austin Daze interviews Susan Tyrrell

 

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Interview
by Michael Musto

 

I just found the very first interview I did with late, great actress Susan Tyrrell. It was in 1981, for Soho Weekly News (two years before the Details one I’ve been running excerpts from.)

Tyrrell had just gone into the off-Broadway play A Coupla White Chicks Sitting Around Talking. She spoke of the play with her usual fiery candor, and as a result, all her other interviews promoting the show were promptly canceled. Well, I’m thrilled I got this one.

Some highlights:

”I’ve become incredibly antisocial. I spend all my time alone. I have this one friend who comes around. I think I have two friends in L.A., last time I looked. I’m disillusioned with the whole fuckin’ world. I’m having my tubes tied next week. I just want to ensure that no actors come out of me.”

”To me, this play is sitcom. This is as close to TV as I think I’ll ever get. It’s exhausting. I’m the lay-in-bed-and-eat-bonbons type. It hurts. I start to resent the theater because it breaks into my sleeping time. It cramps my style. At least on a bad movie you make a hell of a lot of money and it’s very fast, and you’ve got a handsome crew to play with.”

”I hate success. I have the ambition of a slug. I work when I need the money, which is about once a year. Success freaks me out. If it wasn’t for that, I’d like to work more, but the more successful you are, the more crap you’re offered. So it seems like the less I work, the more I get the special things. Most of the people that are successful really suck to me. I don’t think success is a judge of talent at all, not these days.”

*She liked White Chicks‘ director Dorothy Lyman, but otherwise hated women directors.

“They all suck. They all belong in the kitchen. These lousy women directors want me to have my period on stage and bleed and gush and just bleah, you know? So of course you’re gonna get bad reviews. You’re trying to serve a director and a playwright, with the director’s lousy ideas and the playwright’s lousy ideas, so I’ve learned to just do it for myself and hope and pray that I find some people with some taste along the way.”

”I don’t win personality contests. I’m an actor, and who I am offstage is nobody’s business. I don’t get jobs over the desk. Maybe under the desk.”

“Andy Warhol‘s Bad was “one of my favorite movies, even though I looked like dogshit in it.” About Tom Waits, she said, “You can’t even hear what he’s saying anymore. It’s like flushing a toilet.” As for Edward Albee, when Susan tried out for the mother in the Broadway version of Lolita, Albee came up to the stage and asked her if she could try being “a little less low.” She said no.

*Susan told me about her group, Bertha DaBlues and the Hard Livers, which was all set to sing songs she wrote like “Eat Me at Eight,” “Smegma Skies,” and “But The Pussy Purrs On.” But two of the Hard Livers lived a little too hard and ended up in jail, so the act was put on hold.

*And finally: “I either have lots of money or I’m penniless. I’m basically a cunt either way, so it doesn’t mean much to my friends.”

 

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19 of Susan Tyrrell’s 78 roles

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Jeffrey Young Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up to Me (1971)
Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up to Me is anAmerican drama film directed by Jeffrey Young and written by Robert Schlitt and adapted from the Richard Farina novel. Free-thinking student tries to put up with life at a straight-laced college in 1958. The film stars Barry Primus, David Downing, Susan Tyrrell, Philip Shafer, Bruce Davison and Zack Norman.’ — collaged


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John Huston Fat City (1972)
‘After a string of box office flops, John Huston rebounded with this film, which opened to tremendous praise and good business, and he was soon in demand for more work. Vincent Canby, film critic for The New York Times, liked the film and Huston’s direction. He wrote, “This is grim material but Fat City is too full of life to be as truly dire as it sounds. Ernie and Tully, along with Oma (Susan Tyrrell), the sherry-drinking barfly Tully shacks up with for a while, the small-time fight managers, the other boxers and assorted countermen, upholsterers, and lettuce pickers whom the film encounters en route, are presented with such stunning and sometimes comic accuracy that Fat City transcends its own apparent gloom.” Tyrrell received a Best Supporting Actress Oscar nomination as the alcoholic, world-weary Oma.’ — collaged


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Burt Kennedy The Killer Inside Me (1976)
‘One of the great joys of Jim Thompson’s hard-boiled 1952 crime thriller The Killer Inside Me is its unflinching Freudianism. It’s a disturbing portrait of a true sociopath, a small-town deputy with a psychosexual disturbance so big you could hang your 10-gallon hat on it. As the puerile pun of the book’s title will attest to, Thompson’s novel is also gleefully immature. It is, after all, a pulp novel, and must necessarily cater to the audience’s expectation for mass-produced sexual deviance. Beyond that, however, it is a novel about some very broken people who positively wallow in their own dark hearts. Thompson lays their souls out in front of you, complete and unadulterated, with no attempt to make their lives more palatable. Thompson never feared the repulsive. He didn’t hide from it in his own life, and he certainly won’t let you hide from it either. It’s a shame, then, that Burt Kennedy’s 1976 film adaptation of The Killer Inside Me is so willing to diminish the severity of psychosexual threat that deputy Lou Ford embodies.’ — Spectrum Culture


the entire film

 

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Jed Johnson Andy Warhol’s Bad (1977)
‘First released in May, 1977 Andy Warhol’s Bad is either one of those films that’s so bad it’s good or, alternatively, it’s an underrated masterpiece of experimental cinema. The film did pick up a Saturn Award for Susan Tyrrell as Best Supporting Actress and became an even bigger hit in Europe than it did in the United States. The $1.5 million film, no small sum now but a semi-decent budget back in 1977, is about a kick-ass Queens housewife named Hazel (Carroll Baker) who operates a home-based electrolysis business in a rather crowded home she shares with her ailing mother, unemployed husband and his perpetually whiny wife (the aforementioned Susan Tyrrell) and a grandson. Oh, and there’s one other thing she runs out of the home – an all-girl hit squad.’ — The Independent Critic


the entire film

 

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Anthony Page I Never Promised You a Rose Garden (1977)
‘Good intentions and sensationalism compete for viewer interest in this filmization of Hanna Green’s novel about the tentative recovery of a psychotic young woman. Unfortunately, both lose. Good intentions resolve into highminded tedium.’ — Variety


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James Bridges September 30, 1955 (1977)
‘In a film as explosive as the famed rebel, September 30, 1955 follows the effect James Dean’s death has on a circle of friends in a small Arkansas town. Their leader Jimmy J. (Richard Thomas) is a college undergrad who, like his cinematic hero, feels alienated and misunderstood. At the news of Dean’s death, Jimmy J. gathers his friends, including fellow spirit Billie Jean (Lisa Blount), girlfriend Charlotte (Deborah Benson), roommate Hanley (Tom Hulce), sidekick Eugene (Dennis Christopher) and jock Frank (Dennis Quaid), for an emotional vigil. What begins, however, as a soul-searching assemblage gives way to youthful revelry, drinking binges, police chases, midnight séances, graveyard mischief and ultimately, tragedy.’ — AZ


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Richard Elfman Forbidden Zone (1980)
‘A vibrant, bizarre hybrid of sci-fi and fantasy with avant-garde, jazz-inflected music by the composer, Forbidden Zone still remains unique decades after its inception. Suburbanites venture into a “Sixth Dimension” where, in addition to Lucifer, they encounter the domain’s diminutive king (Fantasy Island’s Tattoo, Hervé Villechaize), his domineering queen (Cry-Baby’s Susan Tyrrell) and an exiled monarch (Warhol superstar Viva). An anthropomorphic frog servant assists the royal couple; nightmarish Busby Berkeley–like dance sequences pop up out of nowhere. It’s even weirder than it sounds — and thanks to an extras-packed “ultimate edition” DVD reissue that’s being released on November, a whole new generation is about to discover why this movie became a midnight-movie must-see in the Reagan era.’ — Rolling Stone


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Amos Poe Subway Riders (1981)
‘The best plotless, abrasive, unintelligible slog I’ve seen all week. This is a movie that begins with the director presenting his script Subway Riders to a Hollywood exec who suggests that it be rewritten by Paul Schrader, and ends with the camera pointed at a television screen displaying the credits scrolling by, complete with shutter speed misalignment. Robbie Coltrane is in it. Watched on YouTube with burnt-in German subtitles, which is the only way anyone should ever watch it, really.’ — Luke Fowler


the entire film

 

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William Asher Butcher, Baker, Nightmare Maker (1981)
‘An orphaned teen (Jimmy McNichol) becomes fearful of his aunt (Susan Tyrrell) after she kills a man in their home. But that just scrapes the surface of Butcher, Baker, Nightmare Maker. Add in that the aunt has incestuous desire for the boy and plans to keep him with her forever — full athletic college scholarship be damned. She even starts poisoning him. Also add in that the local sheriff (Bo Svenson) is trying to pin the murder on the boy because he thinks the boy is gay. Add in that the boy’s basketball coach (Steve Eastin) really is gay, and the only character who believes the teen or tries to help him… even though the victim was one of the coach’s old lovers. Yeah. In case you haven’t gathered, this movie is most certainly not your typical formulaic horror flick — and I loved it!’ — Scott Schirmer


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Marco Ferreri Conte de la folie ordinaire (1981)
Tales of Ordinary Madness, loosely based on Bukowski’s book Erections, Ejaculations, Exhibitions and General Tales of Ordinary Madness, was written and directed by the late Marco Ferreri, the great Italian master of black comedy. While it was widely reported that Bukowski hated the film, it nevertheless finds that unique balance between melancholia and despair that fuels Bukowksi’s work. Ben Gazzara, who is absolutely magnificent here, stars as Charles Serking (read Charles Bukowski), a hard-drinking poet living in the depths of Hollywood among the “doomed, demented and the damned – the real people.” The film begins episodically, as we see Serking meet a teenage runaway dwarf backstage of a theater where he is reciting. He lulls the young woman to sleep, but in the morning she has vanished, having stolen bus tickets from Serking. He meets a middle-aged blonde at the beach (played with incredibly believable mania by Susan Tyrrell in an unforgettable performance) who lures Serking to her apartment for a few bouts of rough sex and rape fantasies before calling the police on him and having him arrested for “carnal violence.”’ — pif magazine


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Craig Mitchell, Robert Clarke What’s Up, Hideous Sun Demon (1983)
‘Z-grade horror flick “The Hideous Sun Demon” re-dubbed and re-edited into monster-movie spoof about a suntan lotion that works from the inside out (it also has a certain side effect). Bernard Behrens, Zachary Berger, Bill Capizzi, Cam Clarke, Robert Clarke, Del Courtney, Pearl Driggs, Paul Frees, Robert Garry, Barbara Goodson, Googy Gress, Mark Holton, Ron Honthaner, Robin C. Kirkman, Jay Leno, Tony Lorea, Melanie MacQueen, Tom Miller, Tony Plana, Adam Silbar, David Sloan, Alan Stock, Cynthia Szigeti, April Tatro, Susan Tyrrell, William White.’ — dailymotion


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Paul Verhoeven Flesh+Blood (1985)
‘Named for the Roxy Music record1 that informs its romantic decadence, Flesh + Blood marks a turning point in Verhoeven’s career: it was his first English-language work, and one that anticipates his delirious Hollywood ascent. Despite this, it remains relatively overlooked in his filmography, trailing his Dutch successes and eclipsed by a dynamite run of American classics spanning RoboCop (1987) through Starship Troopers (1997). Yet Flesh + Blood is as aggressively potent as any of them, with many of Verhoeven’s key concerns front and centre: satire of religion and authority, troubling sexual politics, an interrogation of flawed heroism. There’s even a twisted hint of 2016’s Elle, his critically lauded return to the international stage.’ — Luke Goodsell


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Randal Kleiser Big Top Pee-wee (1988)
‘The story finds Pee-wee living near a mean-minded small town where everybody is grumpy and selfish all day. Pee-wee’s farm is out on the edge of town, where he has trained his horses and cows to sleep under the covers at night, and make their beds in the morning. And he has gone into partnership with Vance, the talking pig, to develop several new species of plants, including a giant cantaloupe and a tree that grows hot dogs. One day a giant storm comes along and blows a circus into town – a circus led by ringmaster Kris Kristofferson and his miniature wife (Susan Tyrrell, photographed to look 2 inches high). The circus has spirit but not much luck, and engagements are so hard to come by that Kristofferson decides to settle his people on Pee-wee’s farm while he searches for a new idea.’ — Roger Ebert


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John Waters Cry-Baby (1990)
Cry-Baby is in a league of its own. As anybody who loves John Waters will know, he is the unequivocal master of bad taste (which sounds like a “buzzword-y” thing to say, but it’s true). From Pink Flamingos—in which our thin-eyebrowed protagonist literally eats dog shit—to my lowkey favorite Serial Mom, where a friendly suburban housewife decides to go on a rampage and murder everyone that pisses her off, Waters has built a career out of holding a mirror up to society’s absurdities and making you laugh and gasp at the same time. This works particularly well in musical format because musicals are already fucking absurd (I’m sorry, but I cannot cry at Les Miserables because they are singing. They are singing). And that’s why Cry-Baby is a musical at it’s most artful. In taking something that is often consumed by families gathered around the television at Christmas, or children visiting the theatre on school trips, and then making it as openly weird and trashy as the format truly is deep down, Waters adds a heady dose of self-awareness to something that often requires it, while also teaching kids how to French kiss and break out of jail in the process.’ — Daisy Jones


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Barry Shils Motorama (1991)
Motorama is pure fever dream cinema and the kind of film that just doesn’t get made anymore: A medium budget David Lynchian road adventure that is equally cock-eyed dark comedy and R rated metaphorical journey that happens to star a kid. It could only exist at a time when producers heard a log line and went “Yea! That sounds fine! Here’s a few million to go do it. Deliver whateverthehellyoumake and we can make up our money on home video afterwards!”’ — Justin Decloux


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Rocky Schenck Susan Tyrrell: My Rotten Life, a Bitter Operetta (1992)
‘In the late 1980s Susan Tyrrell appeared on stage in her own one-woman autobiographical play, My Rotten Life: A Bitter Operetta, which portrayed a life every bit as rackety as those of the characters she played.’ — telegraph


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Victor Salva Powder (1995)
‘Victor Salva’s somewhat controversial science fiction film Powder comes to DVD with a widescreen transfer that preserves the original theatrical aspect ratio of 1.85:1. An English soundtrack has been recorded in Dolby Digital 5.1, while a French soundtrack has been recorded in Dolby Digital Surround. There are no subtitles, but the English soundtrack is closed-captioned. There are no supplemental materials of any consequence, which is both understandable and disappointing considering some of the concerns raised to the film’s studio, Disney.’ — b&n


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P. J. Castellaneta Relax… It’s Just Sex (1998)
‘A mixed group of individuals – lesbian, gays, and heterosexuals who all frequent a local bar struggle to accept each others lifestyles. However when the two gays are attacked and fight back and ultimately rape one of their attackers, the group becomes strongly divided on their actions. Jennifer Tilly is the mother hen of the group who tries to hold everyone together. The lesbian lovers break up when one admits to having an affair with a man.’ — John Sacksteder


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Larry Charles Masked and Anonymous (2003)
‘This pointless, droning, pretentious, pompous, and incredibly self-indulgent piece of philosophical dribble is that rare indie film that makes me say “Oh, that’s why it was never widely distributed”. Being released in only 17 theatres, the writer and director for this film do a really ingenious thing, throughout the film. There are about fifty cameos from some really good actors. It not only gives the audience something to look at, but when surrounded around people who can really act, the producers attempt to make us forget how much of a one note simply awful actor Bob Dylan is. I mean he’s Bob Dylan, this man is like a bad-ass in my eyes with some incredible music, but come on, did he really need to do this film?’ — Felix Velasquez


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p.s. Hey. ** David Ehrenstein, Hi. There are actually conflicting, knowledged-up and equally plausible accounts of Walt Disney’s character, behavior, etc. re: the people he worked with that have him as benevolent and generous and as not at all, so retroactive judgements on him as a person are multiple choice. I’ve met and spoken with a number of people in my life who worked closely with him, and they all speak glowingly about him. ** Sypha, Yes, I remember putting your mini-golf course in a post not so long ago. You literally threw the first version away? Like disappeared it? Wow, I keep even the shittiest, failed drafts of my stuff because you just never know. Wow, cool, thanks for all the ‘Guide’ readings and for its rating. I do think it’s one my best novels. Awesome about the mix CD! That’s a very ace idea. I can’t find my copy of ‘Guide’ at the moment, but Zac has the book, so I can answer your question about the Tinselstool song on p. 168 tomorrow. The lyric on p. 87 is from a Superchunk song, ‘Mower’. I don’t remember which Black Dog track I was thinking about, but I can tell you that it was on their album ‘Spanners’, if that helps. No problem on the questions. That book is very detail-y and full of ‘clues’, so it interests me to get into the specifics. Thanks again, James. ** Dominik, Hi, D! I’m doing okay. Re: the new film, our plan is to have the French script polished and delivered to our producer in the next couple of days. And tomorrow we’re doing a Skype meeting with Puce Mary who will be doing the sound/noises/score of the film. So things are at last progressing! Cool, I thought ‘I Transgress’ might interest you. I just got my copy in the mail yesterday. Obviously really glad your anxiety about the performance is sinking under the weight and power of almighty excitement! So you guys can start seriously working on Friday. Very soon. I’m sure curious to hear any reports on how it develops. So great! Oh, yes, I like ‘ O Fantasma’. I like João Pedro Rodrigues’s films very much. ‘L’ornithologue’ (The Ornithologist) is great too and might be my favorite of his. Let me boomerang that ton of love right back at you. *whoosh* It’s on its way. ** Bill, Ha ha, you’re welcome. Yeah, there was some troll on one escort site when I was gathering the guys who commented that on virtually every German escort’s profile. Seemed like kind of a Far Right thing, but I don’t know? I want a horror weekend, or, well, week. I think I’ll have to settle for ‘Crawl’. ** Steve Erickson, I thought so too about that exchange. Tender. ‘Crawl’ sounds as I would expect. Basically, to my mind, with low budget horror, disaster films, etc., one always has to put up with the director or producers’ idea that it needs to be anchored by a rote ‘love interest’ narrative or mini-narrative. Anyway, I’ll see it for sure now. Efficient and brisk are the bywords. Wow, Hoberman’s 71! Well, yeah, I guess he would have to be, but still, weird. Super interested to read that. So is your Buttigieg essay in any way a response to that embarrassing Dale Peck screed? I’ve heard and like Kokoko!, but I … don’t think I’ve heard that new one. Thanks for tipping me off. Yeah, they’re pretty interesting. ** _Black_Acrylic, Ha ha. Oh, my pleasure, B! It’s so great! ** KK, Astronomy class! I’m honored. Oh, I see re: the touring. Well, he’ll never get over here to France. That seems pretty assured, unless the Paris Pitchfork Festival offers him big bucks, and that seems unlikely. Yes, report on ‘Crawl’. If I see it first, ditto. Isn’t that fascinating what happens to your poems when you start organising them and juxtaposing them to become things of a piece? I kind of love(d) doing that. Cool. No, I haven’t read ‘Austerity Brunch’. Huh. That looks very interesting. I see it’s out of stock at Printed Matter. I’ll see if it’s anywhere. Nice to have a trusted, talented cohort to help with the collection finessing. I used to always show every future book of mine, poetry or fiction, to my friend the great poet Amy Gerstler first to get her ideas and thoughts before I let anyone else see it. That’s fantastic. Monday might be happy on my end, and it had better be joyous on yours. ** Misanthrope. I know. As I said to Bill, my guess is he was some kind of nationalist Far Right German troll type, but who knows. ‘S2’ sounds like it was born for plane watching. Gotcha on ‘AS,TB’. I just have no tolerance for that kind of stuff. There’s no food in that stuff for me. I need book food. ** Okay. Why not celebrate the odd and interesting career of the late and charm-blessed actress Susan Tyrrell today. Sound like a plan? See you tomorrow.

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