briefly brakhage

last night at my monthly secret-society club ems showed me her brakhage criterion dvd. quickly, i recalll images: reversal sex like in scorsese's cape fear; copious autopsy shots, bonin', some dude lighting a bunch of matches at once, more bonin', stuff that david fincher bites on, etc... I hate to say things like this, but it's a good background movie. The IMDB says that Brakhage shot "the original shot of a Downy fabric softener bottle falling in slow motion into a plump pile of towels"—i'm vehemently anti-commercial, but there's something cool about being famous for an icon of consumerism; downy fresh, baby.
the club theme last evening was songs from movies. i unfortunately got way too fucked up on mendecino ipa, but the tracks from the recent walk the line soundtrack were exciting—i didn't see the film cos i can't bring myself to go see goddamned james mangold movies (part of the cinema-samurai code i adhere to after the pain that was identity). v brought bill murray's cover of roxy music's "more than this" from lost in translation; i hadn't seen that film since the theatres but enjoyed the liveliness of that scene. v probably had the best choices of the evening. i still stand by my choice to bring "head over heels" from donnie darko; in the context of the film, that song works fantastic (or i'm just too enamored with richard kelly's slo-mo tracking shots). however, my favourite discovery was, reluctantly, my own: the track "brouillard (fog)" from the jules et jim soundtrack. brooding horns and an archie-shepp-when-calm feel like that track "les matins de noire" from his double-live CD with john coltrane (live at the newport jazz festival?). d brought the t bell; jb brough the guinness cheese—everyone needs a secret-society club.

jeanne says the new prefuse 73 album is the goodz.