The reflecting skin 1990
This movie definitely feels a lot like a fever dream that is woven into the daunting reality of our very existence. A beautiful southern gothic film that instantly captures the horror of being trapped and lost in a desolate town as everything dismantles around you.
Something that is other worldly is out there to hurt us, to hurt the ones we love, or they are the thing that saves us.
To be a vampire and feed off others and watch everyone you love around you die.
To be an angel looking over the people that were set out to die all alone in this small town.
To be a ghost that lives that still is haunting and killing those you love, killing the life force that gives all people their sense of purpose.
When religion is the basis of your concept of life, anything can be. Sometimes that concept leads to shared psychosis. That shared trauma blinds all those around you, and blocks your heart from seeing people as people and only as the demon that corrupts them.
God wasn’t going to save you, you were left here to die alone. You either run or accept your fate. In the end you are surrounded by grass fields, and you can scream but nobody is coming. You can run but the monster is always watching, but the monster isn’t a vampire, it isn’t an angel, it isn’t a ghost, it’s a man.
The reflecting skin 1990
This movie definitely feels a lot like a fever dream that is woven into the daunting reality of our very existence. A beautiful southern gothic film that instantly captures the horror of being trapped and lost in a desolate town as everything dismantles around you.
Something that is other worldly is out there to hurt us, to hurt the ones we love, or they are the thing that saves us.
To be a vampire and feed off others and watch everyone you love around you die.
To be an angel looking over the people that were set out to die all alone in this small town.
To be a ghost that lives that still is haunting and killing those you love, killing the life force that gives all people their sense of purpose.
When religion is the basis of your concept of life, anything can be. Sometimes that concept leads to shared psychosis. That shared trauma blinds all those around you, and blocks your heart from seeing people as people and only as the demon that corrupts them.
God wasn’t going to save you, you were left here to die alone. You either run or accept your fate. In the end you are surrounded by grass fields, and you can scream but nobody is coming. You can run but the monster is always watching, but the monster isn’t a vampire, it isn’t an angel, it isn’t a ghost, it’s a man.
