![]() I felt seen, like the specter of the uncertain future and tumultuous present clinging to me had been recognized and validated. involvement in the Vietnam War had finally ended in the previous year after raging for almost a decade, the Watergate scandal had already broken but Richard Nixon held out on his resignation until August and the oil embargo crisis meant an acute nationwide oil shortage. 1974 was a year with its own share of demons: The U.S. Of course, when he wrote and directed “Texas Chain Saw,” Tobe Hooper’s writing wasn’t influenced by the year 2020. When the closing credits of “The Texas Chain Saw Massacre” rolled, I could do nothing but shake my head in awe. “Sorry to Bother You” (2018), “Shin Gojira” (2016) and “Just Mercy” (2019) are some titles that come to mind, but the list is narrow and eclectic. These are films that demonstrate such a profound insight into culture or society that I feel a sense of deja vu seeing them, as they have perfectly encapsulated a feature of my life. There are a few movies I’ve seen that have resonated with me on a fundamental level. One thing led to another, and at the beginning of October, we found ourselves strong-arming my family into watching “The Texas Chain Saw Massacre” (the original 1974 film, of course) as part of my best-friend-mandated cultural education in slasher films. Now it’s spoopy season, and my best friend may possibly be the biggest Halloween enthusiast on the planet. Time marches on, however, regardless of my own sense of apocalypticism. ![]() I think many of us are experiencing this feeling on a larger scale than before with the ongoing pandemic and almost constant uncertainty around us, it is easy to feel like the world as we know it is crumbling around us. Or maybe that’s just my mind’s way of escaping my nightmares, jumping with the hope that my dreams will not follow me beyond the realm of sleep.Īwake, though, the feeling is even stronger. Sometimes it creeps up on me, snatching the ground from beneath me as I lie asleep, sending me hurtling toward the sudden moment when I am shocked awake, gasping to test that I am still alive. I am haunted by a feeling of fatalistic dread.
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