Karma, Purgatory, Bureaucracy

  

Karma, Purgatory, Bureaucracy

“Just another number”.

Be there “no Karma about it” but THE RECENTLY DECEASED will hit that old after-life office with the thud of paperwork.

(Reminds me of the ole’ Social Security office)

Franz Kafka couldn’t have said it better, whether just the victim is mad or “THE SYSTEM”, itself is even crazier. . . . . and remember, that guy in the “Metamorphosis” story did turn into an insect. OR EVEN A BEETLE.

A lot of people “kill time” in the waiting room, bearing the incarnation they took when “struck-down, mortally”. The visual cue—its own kind of karma whether you’re a shrunken-head on the leash of a witch-doctor as it didn’t end well for the big game hunter.

Don’t go smoking in bed, either—or take poison which will turn you into an icky, translucent green like the secretary behind the sliding window.

Perky, pert, and sarcastic—if not despondent in this perfect illustrated example of the mind/body and material/spiritual splits that cleaves the world into an alienated hell.

Ole’ Beetlejuice pops his head in and takes a seat. I’d imagine him probably sticking his hand down the front of his pants like Al Bundy in “Married with Children”. Half-resourceful or maybe just fool-hardy “no one will notice” as he lopes across the parking lot to grab a cooler of beer.

You’d imagine he’d only lose his place in line.

Solely the balance between evidence and lyricism can allow us to achieve simultaneous emotion and lucidity. . . . . but there he hollers at his loss.

In this last week, we’ve lost Chris Cornell—the singer from Soundgarden—and Roger Ailles—the chairman of Fox News. Only out of an episode of “Adult Swim” could these figures every encounter each other.

The moody rock singer leans up on the chair, hang-dog with his hands stretched over his knee while the right-wing chieftain tries to bluster and glad-hand his way out of federal commitment for dinner reservations “elsewhere”.

There’s only a few things certain in this life. . . . . death, taxes, and irate constituents.

End up here and you have to meet your quota of lingering, ghostly “overtime” back on earth. Spook the hell out of the living for a spike of adrenaline and ecto-residue that kicks into your early retirement, building enough parasitically-fueled power to ascend up the spiritual pyramid to eternal bliss.

Sounds like Medicare and Social Security.

You’ll pay though. . . . . they’ll take everything “but the squeal”.

Death. Taxes. Hollywood sequels. . . . .

Welcome to America. You could die laughing. . . . .

 

“No dream”, kid. This was your life! Remember to Linger in the graveyard and pick the daisies before summoning for pizza on the Ouija board.

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Karma, Purgatory, Bureaucracy

A Winona Ryder Interview, Republished

Read here. . . . .

http://www.interviewmagazine.com/culture/new-again-winona-ryder/#_

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A recycled interview with Winona Ryder from the high-toned “INTERVIEW” magazine. From quite a while back, she never ceases to amaze. The “Red Tan” song by the Ravonettes seems to do the spread justice. She’s “not just the girl from next door” but from a very original, special place as the worlds of film and fashion intersect in one kooky, alt-culture incident of treasured humanity. Hope you like the interview, too.

And long live Beetlejuice!

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A Winona Ryder Interview, Republished

For you, THE FANS

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Inspiration starts with every reader, each hit on the “visitor counter”. Keep comin’ by and be a part of this. You all are the greatest. Thanks again.

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Winona in “Heathers”

Winona Ryder’s most notable movie– the one brought up in conversation nearly every time she’s mentioned– is “Heathers”.

So bad it’s “cult”, so “cult”– it’s interesting and worth another view. You’d think so, as the trailer reflects well on the writer and director as it’s either brilliant or totally incompetent one you sit down to see it, to find-out what all the fuss was about.

It’s a grim movie– what they call “a black comedy” made to be deliberately verbose and disturbing. Sometimes it’s hard to pick-up on the dialogue, rushing along with lots of complex bits of information; how you’d have to screen it over & over to pick-up on what makes it twisted and great, “in an odd way”.

It’s different for a high school film– as parts seem a little more real to life, almost like an alternative exercise for the gaps that happen between formal conversation– as it was revolutionary for 1988/1989. Not your standard John Hughes vehicle or remotely anything like it.

Sort of one of those movies “you just have on” in the background, almost like running “A Clockwork Orange” at a party like a kind of projection-effect as kids wander in and out of the room. Basically Winona You can’t really “sit through it”– and it’s tough in one sitting but otherwise grows on you as you pick-up on more with each viewing.

Probably, mostly of interest to Winona fans.

She’s bug-eyed and adorable– like a kind of sarcastic “Bugs Bunny” in a blue high school outfit as everything is a conduit for disgust or a surprised-expression. Truly a cult-movie with a cult-actress; though of course we remember her more for Beetlejuice as she remained one to watch.

Heathers is not for everybody, so keep-it light kids. Know what “you’re getting into” with that one. Until next time, may your dreams blaze bright on the ole’ silver-screen “and don’t you go changin, now”.

Winona in “Heathers”