Well, I've been consuming a lot of TV recently, between dipping, or rather, diving headlong, into "Wolverine, Essentials Vol. 1" in which I've been asking whether Chris Claremont is a brilliance before his time, or really needs to learn when to shut up. I think the answer is somewhere between the two, but the man can certainly write! More on that as I go further through it.
The other thing I watched recently was "A world if Pain: Myra Syal on self harm." which I watched more from horrified facination more than anything else;
( LJ cut as potential trigger and potentially wrong interpritations liable to upset people. )I also watched
Liquid Sky for the first time recently. The Plot is pretty well known, even if the name of the film isn't: Alien's come to earth in search of Heroin, but discover that human orgasm's give a better effect and then go about killing people who have sex. And as predicted, the music is either horrible or brilliant, dependong on how one interprietes the use of the slightly-out of-tune synths, the dialogue and acting at moments seems to have been lifted straight from Garth Merengie and the outfits are brilliant and mad and beautiful and perfectly fitting, as are the set designs and Special Effects.
However, when you
watch Liquid Sky, you soon find that this is almost a tack on: the real story is about Margaret, the bisexual model in the New Wave scene of New York. She dresses in fabulous clothes and lives with her heroin dealer girlfriend in a penthouse, where periodically men come around and usually make a move on her. The Alien's discover her and use her, much like everyone else in her life.
SPOILERY BITS:
( Potential Spoilers Ahead! )