My Haiku Revu of the 2013 thriller/dark comedy Cheap Thrills
Maudlin money makes,
Birthday box bought by bribery,
Fallow for friendship
Sometime near the beginning of August the surprisingly versatile culture blog, Loose Lips, hooked me up with a screener of 808, the documentary from Arthur Baker, looking at the Roland TR-808. Full of unexpected talking heads and computer love, it is definitely worth checking out if you have the chance.
Here is a little steganographic review of 808 extracted from my neural noise.
As the sun rose on a muggy June morning and the horror loving inhabitants of the Frightfest queue started packing their various portable lawn chairs and polyester sleeping bags away, a sombre and tired figure shambled his way zombie-like into the morass of yawning bodies. Somehow the being dragged himself from a torpid crypt to thread a black conveyance across the early morning macadam, often repeating a thought that had long become a compulsion… “ticketttsss.”
The entity found himself briefly perplexed upon seeing the expected multitude of fellow cinema goers wrapped in a different configuration around Leicester Square. As the coffee that powered him began to course it’s way through tired arteries, the random synaptic firings that another time might see him post a snarky comment on twitter resolved into a concrete memory that indeed Frightfest was to be screened at the Vue Leicester Square this year so all was well with the world. After an indeterminate amount of time, the column of people was slowly swallowed by the theatre, and eventually the shape, more caffeine than human, stumbled back into the light, roaring at the brightening sky and waving captured tokens to the gods that would open the illusory gates of hell for another year.
Beware fair creatures, for these are the trailers to the films that this thing with the vaguest shape of a person rose from a moss covered cyclopean sarcophagus to live and breathe a number of months hence. We have enumerated them here so you are forewarned when you encounter it, for this being exists in your midst. Proceed with caution, for the photons and noises that excite it are not for the faint of heart and may contain what the more modern or labile of your species would call “spoilers”.