It's my own fault, really. I'd looked forward to watching Painleve's documentaries about the life aquatic as a means of relaxing. Indeed the short film I'm watching now, about seahorses being seahorses, is as beautiful and tranquil as half-heard Danish indie rock, which places it very high on the tranquility spectrum.
My mistake, the part that is my own fault, really, is that the first short I chose to watch was The Love Life of the Octopus. This film was precisely what I ought to have expected it to be--beautiful in a convulsive, vaguely unnerving, way.
There's nothing tranquil about watching surprisingly clever, tentacled monsters awkwardly undulate and flop around. Painleve's film about ocotpodes is, quite accidentally, the most effective adaptation of Lovecraft's oeuvre to film.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comments:
Uh I doubt it. Why are you starting shit about Lovecraft adaptations?
Post a Comment