The perk of Being a Wallflower

Two years ago, I was going through the Salinger reading phase: it's a state of processing The Catcher in The Rye's similar material. In my case, it was Go Ask Alice, and The Perks of Being a Wallflower.

Now The Perks of Being a Wallflower is a movie I was highly expecting because:

-The writer of the novel is actually the one directing and writing the scenario!
-Emma Watson is in it!
-EZRA MILLER is in it!
-The trailer is looking good.

But not because I liked the book that much. On a scale from Never-read-it-again to obsess-over-it-forever, I'd give it good-to-read-again-whenever-a-sudden-drive-urges-you-to. I'm sorry I'm just not into teenage phase and teenagie stuff. Still, I think the book -and therefore the movie- made some valid points

I watched it today and it was as I was expecting: amazing. The whole cast was kicking, and here I was intending to only cheer Ezra and Emma.

No 3D on that one but a movie theater full of couples that cry and shout and scream at every exciting scene!

After such good movie within such peculiar atmosphere, I'm just thinking about watching We need to Talk about Kevin or Gozu or Gummo over again, to wash away a little bit.

Just a little bit.

And this movie is not going on my rewatch file. But it was awesome!

Because The Dead Shine All Night Long

On rewatch today: Suicide Club.

I remember Z.'s face more than a year ago when I showed her a scene from it. Unlucky for her, it was the one where Genesis sings to his guests.

This movie was a brain-fuck on so many levels:  to not spoil it out and to just give a quick insight, I can say that I simply didn't think puppies could get played with worse than in Gozu. Yet, I once again underestimated the fascinating terrifying creativity that can be put in sadism, gore and perversion.

Time and time again
The sky is blue.
And yet it's strange how people
Seem to always fall in love.
An unfamiliar yellow dog
Keeps grinning as it
Tears us from the ones we love.
Because the dead
Because the dead
Because the dead
Shine all night long.
I want to die
As beautifully as Joan of Arc
Inside a Bresson film.
Lesson one,
Apply the shaving cream
And smile as you then slowly
Slice away the heart.
Because the dead
Because the dead
Because the dead
Shine all night long.
Feel the warmth of the spring rain
As it gently moistens down a cheek
That's streaked
With dried up tears.
A guiless boy but five years old
Stares blankly in the face of death
While the heart
Is cut and torn away.
Because the dead
Because the dead
Because the dead
Shine all night long.