by Evan J Peterson
On Tuesday, March 1st, join us for the next installment of our SHRIEK: Women of Horror Film class. This time, we’ll focus on A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night, the world’s first Iranian vampire Western, written and directed by Ana Lily Amirpour.
by Travis Vogt
Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia was a terrible monster. At least, that’s what my liberal pals and I thought whenever he popped up in the news feed. During oral arguments and in his writings and dissents, he would make brutal, sneering pronouncements about, well, virtually everything that liberals hold dear. He was brutal on gay rights. Brutal on race relations. Brutal on corporate hegemony. He was the deciding vote in cases that had genuinely negative consequences for the country and millions of individuals. He was the massive dark star of judicial thought. You couldn’t avoid him and he brought nothing but doom.
by Norm Nielsen
Velda to Mike Hammer: “‘They,’ a wonderful word. And who are ‘they’? ‘They’ are the nameless ones who kill people for the great whatsit.”
The noir conspiracy central to Kiss Me Deadly is ‘they’ want to get ahold of the great whatsit. ‘They’ are underworld criminals, Communists, and government agents. The film’s great whatsit is fissionable nuclear material, the possession of which has apocalyptic consequences. These are the shadowy unknowns detective Mike Hammer chases in 1955’s penultimate film noir, Kiss Me Deadly.
by Mark Steiner
In honor of Scarecrow’s “Conspiracy Noir” section, we present this essay about one of the most famous conspiracy films of all time, much of which just so happens to have been shot in this very state!
The opening shot of Alan J. Pakula’s 1974 thriller The Parallax View is a ground-level view looking up at a totem pole. On the pole, a myriad of faces and eyes stare down at us, watching, observing. It’s immediately unsettling, and disorienting as well, once the camera swings left to reveal another large structure that was previously hiding behind the pole: the Space Needle. The camera stops, taking in both structures, and for a moment the eyes are no longer staring at us. Instead, they’re looking over at the Space Needle, cueing us that we should be much more interested in what’s going down at that weird, artificial, inversely-shaped structure in the sky. At the same time, we hear the tom-tom of drums, ominous perhaps, until we hear cheering as well.