Showing posts with label Klaus Kinski. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Klaus Kinski. Show all posts

Monday, June 3, 2024

Watain - Reaping Death Live in Stolkholm, 2022


It only recently came to my attention over the weekend that Watain released a killer Live album last year, Die in Fire: Live in Hell Stockholm 2022. Here's Reaping Death, one of the stand-out tracks on a really great live album. Reminds me a bit of Slayer's Decade of Aggression.




Watch:

Recently, I subscribed to a streaming channel on Prime called ScreenPix. This is a $2.99, bottom-of-the-barrel kind of streamer, however, there were a handful of flix that drew me in, and at $2.99, well, no real damage. Here's what I've watched on there so far:

 

This was the flick that brought me in. Missi and I recently interviewed Horror Author Extraordinaire Ivy Tholen on The Horror Vision, and as part of that episode, we asked her to pick one movie to talk about. Ivy picked Sleepaway Camp II: Unhappy Campers.

Next, I can remember I, Madman on the video shelf going way back (I often confuse it with Dr. Giggles - another flick I still need to see - for some reason. What I didn't know about I, Madman is it was directed by Tibor Takács, Director of The Gate

 
Finally, last night, I fired up Klaus Kinski as a peepin' Tom Nazi holdover in David Schmoeller's 1986 what-the-fuck-a-thon, Crawlspace.


Not nearly as 'great' as I wanted it to be, Crawlspace is still very much worth a watch just for Kinski.
 


Read:

I am absolutely blazing through Stephen Graham Jones' The Angel of Indian Lake. ~250 pages in, this book is a clusterfuck Horror movie in prose; there's SO much going on, an enormous body count, and we still don't really know who or what is behind it all.


I've seen some blurbs with people calling this ' a consuming mess,' but I don't think it's that at all. There's a difference between someone who can juggle a lot of different objects at once and make it look easy and someone who can just barely keep them all in the air. This feels effortless in its complexity. I'm taking notes, believe you me.




Playlist:

Shellac - To All Trains
The Raveonettes - Sing
The Raveonettes - Raven in the Grave
Sleep - Dopesmoker
Rodney Crowell - Tarpaper Sky
Frank Sinatra - Songs for Young Lovers
Blut Aus Nord - 777: Cosmosophy
Blut Aus Nord - Memoria Vetusta I: Fathers of the Icy Age
Blut Aus Nord - The Mythical Beast of Rebellion
The Used - Eponymous
Blut Aus Nord - Memoria Vetusta III: Saturnian Poetry
Watain - Die in Fire: Live in Hell (Stockholm 2022)
Burzum - Aske
Burzum - Filosofem
Sinéad O'Connor - The Lion and the Cobra




Card:

From Jonathan Grimm's Hand of Doom Tarot, which you can buy HERE.


• Eight of Swords 
• Ten of Wands
• XI - Justice

Transformation, Endings and Just deserts. I'm thinking this is a nod toward Black Gloves & Broken Hearts, which I've just come back around on to finish. 

Friday, February 15, 2019

2019: February 15th



Spending my morning with Brian Sweeney Fitzgerald, aka Fitzcarraldo. This is one of the most impressive motion pictures ever made. Period. I'm planning on following up the film with a viewing of Les Blank/Michael Goodwin's The Burden of Dreams, the documentary about the making of Fitzcarraldo. If you've never seen these films, what's so amazing is this: in Werner Herzog's Fitzcarraldo, the titular character, as played by the always brilliant Klaus Kinski, is a would-be entrepreneur in the early 20th Century Amazon with one great dream in life: to build an Opera house in Iquitos, a small city in the jungle. To fund this, Fitz's plan is to become a Rubber Baron by exploiting the one region of rubber trees still unclaimed in the area - unclaimed because the rapids in the Ucayali River that leads from the Amazon directly to the region are unnavigable. But Fitz has a plan.

The Plan: To sail upstream on the neighboring Pachitea River, then pull the boat over the narrow strip of land that separates it from the Ucayali. From there, Fitz reasons they can sail down the Ucayali into the region of rubber trees, gather his workers' yield, and haul it back up to the crossover point, it's just a matter of short trips for his steamer up the Ucayali, and the work of transporting his crop back across to the Pachitea.

But, you know, first they have to actually pull a streamliner over a mountain.

So how do you film that? Well, you have to actually do all of it. As in, Herzog had to actually pull the steamer over the land, which required blasting. The Burden of Dreams chronicles the reality of a filmmaker willing to do the same fantastic feat he requires of his fictional character. It is massive, awe-inspiring, and the very best kind of creative insanity, to say the very least.

Playlist from 2/14:

Pink Floyd - Animals
Corrosion of Conformity - No Cross No Crown
Black Sabbath - Eponymous
The Pack A.D. - Unpersons
Jimi Hendrix - Electric Ladyland
Mike Patton - Mondo Cane

Card of the day:


Seems to line up with my viewing this afternoon. Something this inspirational will usually help charge the batteries right before a new endeavor.