Perhaps the most gloriously fucked-up movie I’ve ever seen. Jaw-to-floor, first frame to last.
Also: no idea if this is true, as it appears on the IMDB trivia page for the film, but, FWIW, I would watch the shit out of Obayashi’s GODZILLA pitch:
Shortly after this film's release, Obayashi proposed a story for what would have been the 16th Godzilla film. Had that film been made it would have used the same crew as this film with Godiego once again provided the music. This story told of a little girl named Momo who discovers the dead body of Godzilla. After being dissected, Godzilla is revealed to be a pregnant female alien named Rozan who died of diabetes. The brain of the dead Rozan instructs the humans that she must return with her unborn son to the planet of Godzilla and so her body is converted into a spaceship. The newborn child would be reunited with its father and they would have fought a female monster that shot fire from her breasts
So there’s that then.
Directed by Nobuhiko Obayashi from a script by Chiho Katsura. Starring Kimiko Ikegami, Miki Jinbo, Ai Matubara, Kumiko Oba, Mieko Sato, and Eriko Tanaka. Released 30 July 1977.
28ºF, sunny: I am almost able to breathe through both nostrils and am, for the most part, fully recovered from the last week. Exhausted, but that's nothing new. As a good friend said yesterday, I'm bearing a lot of weight on my shoulders. My shoulders hurt: edging closer and closer to those immortal words, "fuck it": fuck the politics of it all, the caring, the waste of breath, the constant feelings of a life if not unlived than lived on others' terms and wants and needs. None of the weight, the pressure, has been worth it nor will it ever be in the future.
Started re/emergence0006 and found something I enjoy and can have fun with. Weird, all that good stuff: sometimes it's fun just to go into something with no expectations of anything and noodle about until you find something that strikes you and build on that. Temporary break on re/e0006 for next two workblocks to put together tomorrow’s newsletter.
Delightful evening out at restaurant for first time in a year with good friends and delicious large shrimp and rye dulled the edge of the snow-covered rising this morning at 32ºF after yesterday's 70ºF under high winds and texts WRT barn collapse and transitional care (the collapse was much more interesting): my sinuses, they doth protest.
Finished TITANFALL 2 last night: def. recommend. IRON GIANT meets PACIFIC RIM (minus Kaiju) meets RED FACTION. Also finished the second half of MOON KNIGHT's debut and I'm in.
The first chunk of the day's work was one of those one-handed unicorns: a good writing morning. A skeleton emergent / a day awaiting.
Japanese GHOST OF FRANKENSTEIN (1942) poster | via
Adrift in that post-release void, uncertain of my next steps except to take one and to do the work and all that stuff. Have to get better at ignoring the silence. Just do my thing and be. Working on it.
High wind warning at 2334 heralded, appropriately, high winds all night long, the open window and aforementioned high winds doing little to make my seasonal allergies made all the more worse by the superhighbounceballness of it all any better but the warning was cancelled not long before I got up and, after some heavy rain that I didn't hear because I was working and listening to good music, the sun is shining and the winds seem to have settled until they decide to unsettle themselves because Ohio. The fence still stands. Victory.
I am fascinated by these 360ºpop-up books.
Halfway through MOON KNIGHT Episode One (long story as to why we only made it halfway). Digging it and no I don't care about his accent. Picking up some Latveria / Doctor Doom vibes from Ethan Hawke and his village even though I know that "mygod this means INSERT MEPHISTO OR OTHER VILLAIN HERE is finally coming to the MCU" is the in thing and I'm definitely wrong anyhow so there.
Eating in a restaurant tonight, first time in almost a year: ever since T1D, I pretty much stopped enjoyed dining out – especially since I can cook most of what I would eat elsewhere at home anyhow; the plague made that decisive lack of enjoyment even more prevalent. Wasn't worth the effort. Good friends do, however, have a way of changing that calculus.
Wallace Stroby, author of one of my favorite novels of last year, HEAVEN’S A LIE, returns to TSR to discuss my favorite film of all time, Sergio Leone’s ONCE UPON A TIME IN THE WEST, and all things in its orbit – history, beginnings, endings, duels, landscapes, influences, restraint (or the lack thereof), characters – and Leone himself as well as a broad look at spaghetti westerns (and their heirs apparent), the music of Ennio Morricone, the impact of the film on Wallace's writing, and more. Our full conversation lives here.
