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(Recommended Article) John Kenneth Muir considers 'The 4 Most Underrated David Lynch Films'
From FLASHBAK
IN many of his films, director David Lynch demonstrates an unnerving capacity to tap into surreal and disturbing dream imagery. This imagery often demands analysis or interpretation, not to mention the full engagement of the audience.
In short, you either follow Lynch willingly down the rabbit hole of visual symbolism, or you do so kicking and screaming.
If you choose the latter trajectory, then you likely reject his bizarre phantasms as either “nonsense” or merely as “meaningless.” If you choose the former route, you may find his bizarre films something akin to a mind-altering experience…and also deeply meaningful.
With such thoughts in mind, my selections for the four most underrated Lynch film experiences are those in which the narrative elements involve dreams, or the movies function as waking dreams themselves.
My choices (in chronological order) are as follows...
To read his choices click here
IN many of his films, director David Lynch demonstrates an unnerving capacity to tap into surreal and disturbing dream imagery. This imagery often demands analysis or interpretation, not to mention the full engagement of the audience.
In short, you either follow Lynch willingly down the rabbit hole of visual symbolism, or you do so kicking and screaming.
If you choose the latter trajectory, then you likely reject his bizarre phantasms as either “nonsense” or merely as “meaningless.” If you choose the former route, you may find his bizarre films something akin to a mind-altering experience…and also deeply meaningful.
With such thoughts in mind, my selections for the four most underrated Lynch film experiences are those in which the narrative elements involve dreams, or the movies function as waking dreams themselves.
My choices (in chronological order) are as follows...
To read his choices click here
WHERE THE HELL ARE THE NEW NIGHT BLOGGER AUDIOS? Please allow me to explain...
I am sure you folks know the excuse; overtime.
But that's the truth of it with my wife's health still and issue and my currently being the sole breadwinner there is no way I can refuse it when it's offered. Am I tired after a 12 to 13 hour day? Oh hell yes.
True I still have the weekends off most of the time but considering I almost lost my lady love this last time around I must admit to being more interested in spending time with her (and my daughter) whenever I can.
Sure I still get the frivolous blog updates done but as you can imagine it is a lot easier to repost Geekery, the work of fellow writers and ass-porn than it is to juggle two or three fiction projects at the same time.
So, my grandiose plans of Welcome To Night Vale style bi-monthly video and audio posts are not happening but I am still working on them and hope to have more to share with you soon.
Thank you for your patience...
The Podcasts
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Do you like spice in your Sci-Fi? Then it's time for you to check out the work of 'Made in DNA'!
Made In DNA is one of my oldest online writer friends, his work his very modern in all the right ways but it also brings me back to the crazy and cool anything goes style of late 70's early 80's style Sci Fi.
If you are interested in checking out his work the $5 Sexploitation eBook Bundle is ready for download.
Here is a taste of his work
...On the other side, the ruckus of weekend festivities burst to life with crowds of men and women eager to dive into the varied sexual delights offered along tightly grid-set streets of the red-light district.
Hologram punters called out to passers-by, touting their wares of colorfully-clothed indentured sex slaves encaged in wooden-barred verandas.
As he walked, he employed Facial Tectonic chips to alter his appearance in
Have-we-met-before? proportions. Over fifty pre-programmed disguises.
Calling up a tagged AR overlap of the entire area in his right eye, he perused the data of each prostitute house as he passed until he finally decided upon one he had not yet visited–The Blossoming Lotus.
It would be here. It was decided deep within his heart. This is where he must
perform the act.
Behind the wooden slats sat a row of beautiful women, a row of beautiful men and a row shared by androids and SynthFucks. He chose a woman from the front row with long hair that cascaded down over her robes and a blacklight smile.
Paying in virtual tokens he'd purchased near the gate, he removed his shoes and entered the brothel where upon he was greeted by an ageless woman in a deep purple kimono. Smoke from a cigarette in a long-stemmed holder wreathed her coifed hair. She bowed in greeting, thanking him in a long torrent of polite language wrapped greed and faux desire.
She continued spewing a memorized spiel that plied the history of the house to
exalted heights of absurdity until the girl he had chosen appeared from behind a panel.
The houses of the Floating World were rife with discreet passages and rooms to allow for seamless, timely entrances when tea or fuck toys were called for.
The girl bowed and greeted him as her mistress had, and bid the man follow her.
Though the rooms were all equipped with soundproofing, an undertone of
chiptune-shamisen white noise plunked tastefully through the narrow, panel-lined halls.
Along which the samurai elite and their lovers jerked in and out of staccato sexual acts by overlapping high-res ukiyo-e images.
They entered her sparse quarters where he immediately began to remove his
clothes.
"If you would like–"
"No," he interrupted her. "I appreciate it, but the truth is, I am only interested in fucking."
She bowed in acknowledgement…
If you are interested in checking out his work the $5 Sexploitation eBook Bundle is ready for download.
Here is a taste of his work
...On the other side, the ruckus of weekend festivities burst to life with crowds of men and women eager to dive into the varied sexual delights offered along tightly grid-set streets of the red-light district.
Have-we-met-before? proportions. Over fifty pre-programmed disguises.
Calling up a tagged AR overlap of the entire area in his right eye, he perused the data of each prostitute house as he passed until he finally decided upon one he had not yet visited–The Blossoming Lotus.
perform the act.
exalted heights of absurdity until the girl he had chosen appeared from behind a panel.
The houses of the Floating World were rife with discreet passages and rooms to allow for seamless, timely entrances when tea or fuck toys were called for.
chiptune-shamisen white noise plunked tastefully through the narrow, panel-lined halls.
Along which the samurai elite and their lovers jerked in and out of staccato sexual acts by overlapping high-res ukiyo-e images.
clothes.
Monday, July 14, 2014
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