Salò (The 120 Days of Sodom)
"The Limit of Love is that you need an accomplice..."
On the list of forbidden films, and having watched it I can see why. A dark parable foreshadowing the rise of the EU, with De Sade as some sort of Nostradamus, while far worse can be be found onilne (but really, who's going searching? I don't want to know) - the film does a fine job of tying in the various misdeeds of the fascists with the writings of De Sade; disturbing, occasionally brilliant, with Aldo Valletti's eerie portrayal of the president, a good film, a great film even, speaking of the links between power and the countless ways to pervert and abuse it; but there are things you can't recommend, this is one of them, dark, dark, dark, and few will understand it ...
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Stairs down
I'm living at home, a nice home, nighttime, comfortably lit, my parents home I think, and going downstairs to the main level I find that the stairs are under construction, the bottom 3, 4, 5, 6 steps, every time I return more and more are missing, and I get to the bottom by sliding on the banister or jumping...
..Until I'm approached by someone in the house, family I'm guessing, who tells me that I should use the back stairs, the central staircase in the middle of the house, I'd forgotten about them, and I go to use them and then I realize, this is my house, these are my stairs, I should be the one fixing them, this is my project...
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Hit by falling lumber...
I'm in Nelson, going to visit (??), a large, Victorian property just off Baker Street, their doing renovations to it, it wraps the corner of the building, beautiful inside, and I'm thinking that it must have cost a fortune...
...a couple of friends approach me, (I don't know them), they offer me some "tobacco", I decline, and they laugh and assure me it's just "English Tobacco", burned cigarette ends...
...the building they're renovating, the doors are under scaffolding, they're gutting the upper levels, I duck through into the entryway and I'm hit by falling lumber, not too hard, and I'm a bit annoyed and when the construction workers pop their head around the corner I tell them that back in Alberta this would never happen...
and the one responsible, tall, long hair and a black and white painted face, I know him somehow, mutters under his breath that in Alberta we have "the restaurant" and I know what he means...somebody approaches, whoever I was coming to meet, is going to fire him, but I grab him by the arm and pull him back into the house ... "I might need him" I tell him, might be getting a job myself when I move here...
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