BaumGeist

Beyond The Black Rainbow - A psychedelic loveletter to the 80s, about a dying cult and its first and last victims.

Anything by David Lynch, but particularly Mullholland Drive and Twin Peaks.

Mullholland Drive is a dream logic trip through Los Angeles as a small town actress finds work and love and heartbreak and murder in the big city while the world becomes increasingly incomprehensible and nightmarishly surreal; it also includes one of the best acted, directed, shot and scored scenes in all of horror.

Twin Peaks is the story of a small town deep in the forests of Washington, struggling to solve the murder of a high schooler, an FBI agent arrives and proceeds to explore esoteric and supernatural causes; part drama, part cosmic horror.

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I live in a constant state of fear and misery

Do ya miss me anymore?

When I think of exquisite sound design, two of my favorite movies spring to mind: Stalker (1979) and The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.

The former has such a subtle soundtrack that it's almost like it's not there, but without it so much of the atmosphere of a movie that is heavily atmospheric would be lost.

The latter is just a perfect western with a perfect western soundtrack. The theme is well known, but L'estasi Dell'oro gives me chills every time it starts playing.

real. Geinoh Yamashirogumi elevated that movie beyond "weird mindfuck anime" to an immersive experience.

On the same note, Ghost in the Shell's soundtrack is also a masterwork, though it doesn't have a single stand out track like Kaneda's Theme

A gentleman doesn't ask, and a lady doesn't tell. I'm too old to think fascism's new, but too young to remember its last go round

Having lived in the Deep South at that time, I can assure you that there were definitely Bush stans who treated him like Maga treats Trump. The main difference was that they hadn't found a global network of support that could be broadcast to the public 24/7

Every election within my life has been a battle between "Literal Reincarnation of Jesus" supporters and "If you don't vote for The Party, we will put your photo in the Two Minutes of Hate for being a fascist" supporters.

That should tell you what you need to know.

Before I fled my home state (in the USA) for another, more accepting state, I would probably have said dropping out of college.

Oddly it was one of the best decisions I made for my mental health. Dropped out, got a job, made friends, moved out of my parents'.

Then I had to flee and ruined all that. Still recovering economically and psychically a year after. Things seem better here, but I'm fighting with an anxiety/panic disorder after putting off mentally dealing with the move (and a dozen other shit life events) for 11 months

When I was around 10-11 my dad sat me down to watch Mulholland Drive with him (because a coworker got it confused with another, more wholesome movie)

For the most part, my neurons were plastic enough to just accept the weird surreal dream logic, but for some reason my subconscious drew the line at sex. I must have been flushing, because my dad turned to me after the movie was over and started apologizing profusely.

The only time I remember feeling that much stunned embarassment/shame at watching a movie was when I got my sister Enter The Void as a gift, having never seen it. (Great movie, but the incestual implications make it hard to watch with family).

Now I'm a lesbian. Mulholland Drive got to me young enough to forever warp my sexuality. (Enter The Void, luckily, did not).

One last joke played on the colonizers invading them

Tried it, it just tasted like a chewy salt lick and gave me a migraine from hypernatremia