baby night

yes, lately i've been watching the classic and creepy, practically flawless film

'rosemary's baby,'

directed by roman polanski. here's a great screen capture of the naiive-but-not-so-dumb rosemary woodhouse, woozy from the wild effects of minnie's homemade chocolate mouse. i love her 'now' red velour pajama suit, and i love the psychedelic spooky sequence of her unwitting consumation with the devil himself. i was first aware of this movie thanks to Mort Drucker's excellent movie parody in MAD magazine. i can't watch the movie without thinking about frames from the satire. hey, don't get me wrong; its an excellent movie no matter what background information you have. i could go on and on about how good it is, but hey, you know i'd rather just roll it, sit back, and dig...! dig on the diabolical goings-on! if you've never seen it, i give it my wholehearted reccommendation.

can ash say something?

DALLAS:

"...Parker, will you just listen to the man? (2-3-4) ASH: "...on penalty of total forfeiture of shares..." (whispering) "...no money." yes, the sexy and devious Ash puts forth a cool, logical lever: money... convincing the materialistic Parker and the working-class Brett to 'go in' and investigate the mysterious 'acoustical beacon.' needless to say, it is far from a routine investigative excursion. yes, as many of you know, the eggs they find, although artfully hidden, are a far cry from the gaily painted shells of 'earth' easter. (mm, what the hell am i talking about? hey, give me a break, i'm in the middle of 'big move,' and spent most of the day going through dusty boxes of my own mess.) but hey, Ash is still sexy, so... (click to enlarge)

telescreen

here is a silky still my partner mananged to snag from the film 'farenheit 451.' i love the colors he managed to coax out, and the cropping skill is faultless. i read the book, but i actually sobbed when i screened the film and caught a shot of flames charring and consuming a MAD digest. what could be more harmless? still, it put me on guard... i'm not so naiive to think nobody will ever come for my papers. but, until then, dig it.

flash bulbs

...and i do mean 'flash.' here is a deep grained shot of mick jagger and anita pallenberg behind the viewfinder. after, please enjoy mick and his barely-legal boys in the fantastic 'memo from turner.'