We have been watching Childrens’ Hospital and Louie to the exclusion of all other things, even our famed “Avant Garde Wednesdays,” when my old man screens experimental films for me and we discuss them cogently as does the learned class. “Avant Garde Wednesdays” was supposed to be accompanied by “Classical Music Mondays or Sundays,” so that each of us would have one day a week to revel in our own personal scholarly area, and so that the other might benefit as well, and thus our collective acumen might become ever more grandiose and scalding. But my friends, so far we have NEVER HAD CLASSICAL MUSIC MONDAY OR SUNDAY. How I long to play him Mozart and Wagner, Schumanns both Clara and Robert, Mussorgsky and Mahler, Brahms and Beethoven, Schubert and that other guy! How I yearn to describe to him the ceaseless burning fire that scorched St. Hildegard until she rose from her sickbed filled with God’s instruction to Write These Things Down. How her dove flew from earth to heaven and back again, rising on the sweet sounds of women’s voices! How she earned her vision of Lucifer’s fall, depicted as a massive black star against a shifting psychedelic background of blues and greens! Alas, I think “Classical Music Mondays or Sundays” are not meant to be, as we as a culture are better at sitting and watching a film than we are at sitting and listening to weird old music, and my old man is nothing if not a product of his culture. Thus we must content ourselves with “the Brian de Palma boring flaccid sex orgy movie with no boners even”, and this four-hour silent film about a guy who wants to marry his daughter and causes a train wreck. Still, my time will come. Soon I shall sit the Iron Throne and all your heads shall rot on spikes atop the castle wall–SORRY WRONG IDIOM
So anyway, this is neither a movie review nor even a real thing, but it is well worth watching. Great visuals, great performance, a great subtle and silly joke that I think we ALL can appreciate. Let us never forget the 1980s.
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