History of hypnotism.
The guitar and piano from Mesa of Lost Women, also something very
like the Harmonicats’ “Peg O’ My
Heart”.
“An actual case history...”
“... I just haven’t been feeling myself
lately.”
Mondo Meyer.
What to buy, seat covers or a negligee?
Headaches...
Home to mother, “under
heavy sedation.”
Lash La Rue to the rescue, therapeutically
speaking.
The electropsychometer.
A director greatly admired by camp ideologues.
A sublime case study.
“I’ve lit a cigarette for you.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“What about your cigarette?”
“Yeah, cigarette.”
The hypnotist. “Peg
O’ My Heart”, all but certainly.
“Was there a medical examination made, to
determine whether you were actually violated?”
“No, no examination was ever performed,
mother said it wasn’t necessary.”
“Hm, I see.”
From La Belle
et La Bête to Repulsion,
illustrating the nervous breakdown of Kazan’s The Arrangement.
“I am watching a motion picture,”
called The Ring and the Darkness.
Monster and the Stripper
What a gentle
art, refining the impressions down on Bourbon Street from the Okefenokee Swamp
(Clyde Beatty is mentioned).
And that’s
all there is to it, except that June Ormond plays a sort of Peggy Guggenheim
named Bunny, the strippers belong in a circus, and it’s a pure poem
throughout.
Also The Exotic Ones, it’s called. “Oh
and by the way,” syndicate drugs and prostitution are part of the picture,
murder too.
The “swamp
thing” will rip your arm off and beat you to death with it, a tranquilizer
dart immobilizes him, it’s back to the nightclub
for a star attraction.
Among the variety
acts are the harmonica duo who supply the soundtrack of Please Don’t Touch Me, onstage in the Dance of the Hours from
La Gioconda.
If Footmen Tire You, What Will Horses Do?
A
jeremiad (Jeremiah 12:5) on the imminent documented peril of a Communist
takeover. Every word is the
living Gospel truth.
The wayward girl
with a godless consort is late to this sermon and must recall Hawks’ Sergeant York, to say nothing of Andrew
Marvell as her mind wanders.
|
Ah, Painter, now could Alexander live, And this Campaspe
thee, Apelles, give! |
The remedy, II
Chronicles 7:14, is a call to arms (cf.
Cavalcanti’s Went the Day Well?).
“The
torments of Communism are nothing compared to the torments of a burning
hell.”
The Burning Hell
The text is
Matthew 10:28.
A Russellian Gehenna, a choir of
stone, Mt. Sinai.
“We’re
as holy as you are,” their demise is also depicted in DeMille’s The Ten Commandments.
A hippie vision
repudiated (cf. “Hell’s
Bells”, dir. Theodore J. Flicker for Night
Gallery).
Belshazzar
in Hell.
King
Herod’s worms.
Dives and Lazarus
(“Pontius Pilot” is a banquet guest, “the infamous”).
“Mr.
Dives”, says Caiaphas, “was a personal
friend of mine.”
Father Abraham,
too, is from the South.
Dante is not more
severe. “Come back, Moses, I didn’t mean it!”
The
locust army.
Inhabitants
of Hell. “He thinks
everyone’s John the Baptist. You’re not John the Baptist, are
you?”
Filmed in
Tennessee or thereabouts and the Holy Land.
The Grim Reaper
The
old Adam, a father who teaches unrepentance in his
son.
Various episodes
illustrate the dilemma of unbelief. Paul and the jailer, the Witch of Endor (in
this instance, the Halloween variety), complaining Israelites unto Moses.
Judgment
Day.
Lot’s
wife.
Judas. “He keeps tossing thirty pieces of silver
out of his hand, but they keep bouncing back, bouncing back.”
Jezebel.
The late stock
car racer’s father (“it was so... it was all so real”) heeds the altar call.