Friday, October 30, 2020

Perhaps Will Self Can Air Ship His Hemoglobin

 The 2019 Blood Thins does not have the extraordinary resonance of We Need to Talk About Kevin, but both directors, with the ghost of Lionel Shriver's too media current tempo behind them, ask the same question in a different thematic intent: How in the name of everything sacred did we get from 18th century irrational hysteria on the verge of industrial modernity, did we get from the Puritans to here? Please don't think I have any answers, any more than the FBI did about Vegas, as to why mass murder  and video game extremes seem to merge before the cinematographer's filtered lens. I am as exhausted as anyone else, with special circumstances, dealing with deplatforming, both involuntary and otherwise. I will leave you with one other question, particularly as it relates to Lynne Ramsay's remarkable discipline with suggestibility, does it work?

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