Sunday, April 19, 2020

Gran Guignol, Make Them Die Slowly, the giant wheel of life groans


I was watching "Make Them Die Slowly/Cannibal Ferox" and thinking how they just set something there to look at, like the cinematographer has in insensitive eye, but when does that brush back and we realize that we know that his depravity works against spring-mechanisms of decency?

We the guinea pigs, in other words, in the same old story.  Gran Guignol, at least one murder a night, one bath of blood for the spectacle obsessed degenerate.



So KH made her plant die, slowly.  Sole inspiration, but as is the song, love and glory, and this information is capture for the Queen to use.  I seen all good people go on their way, you know?  Toward the slow strong turbulence of the river.


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