For the record, I’ve actually heard some good things about the upcoming horror film, Come To Daddy. The film, which features Elijah Wood as a troubled man who makes the mistake of visiting his even more troubled father (Stephen McHattie), is said to be a truly frightening and thought-provoking film. We’ll get to see for ourselves when Come To Daddy is released in March!
Until then, here’s the trailer!
If this video doesn’t give you nightmares, nothing will.
When the video starts, it seems like it’s a simple lesson in dog ownership. If you’re going to walk your dog, don’t lead him around a post-apocalyptic hellsite and don’t allow him to urinate on an old TV. Because, if you do, the TV will apparently come to life and start yelling at you.
But then the kids show up and …. oh my God. I mean, children are creepy to begin with but when they all show up with an adult’s face — AGCK!
Anyway, stay away from those deserted warehouses, people. They may be aesthetically pleasing but something bad always seem to happen to people who wander too close.
Enjoy!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RhHkUg-QCwk
I had a really neat experience once in Monterey. I had never been to California before, I didn’t have a car, and I didn’t get to see much of anything getting there, so I had no idea what existed outside of the town itself. I volunteered to help in the Big Sur marathon, and we loaded up at 4am to drive to the starting point. I knew we were going around a lot of twists and turns, but it was dark and I didn’t think much of it. When the sun came up, we were in a forest, so I figured we must have traveled inland. On the way back, I realized that we’d been dangling on the edge of a cliff dropping into the Pacific ocean the whole way. We were so high up and it was so foggy that sometimes I couldn’t see the ocean at all, and it looked like we were on some floating island in the sky.
An inner city doesn’t work like that. At night, your senses are distorted by a thousand lights shining at you from every direction. Mile-high offices dot the sky like stars. Roads expand to accommodate a vast matrix where red and white atoms shift about chaotically. Black holes surround floating portals into the dimensions of designer makeup and investment banking. Nothing really ends; it just blurs into an electric haze in the distance. The daylight shrinks it all back down into something you can swallow. The cars are just cars. The billboards abandon their depth. The towers have their peaks. Without distinct points of light, they fade from your awareness. No matter how vast the sun-lit scene may be, something about it feels just a bit smaller. It’s quaint, really–a return to a simpler world where buildings are merely a thousand feet tall and bodies line the streets in self-propelled steel boxes, listlessly nodding their heads to music beamed in from outer space.
“Flim”, by the venerable Aphex Twin, appears on the 1997 Come to Daddy EP. It has the sense about it, to me at least, of opening blinds at the top of a highrise hotel and staring across a city in its mid-day bustle.
Through the Shattered Lens 