• they/them

plural system in Seattle, WA (b. 1974)
lots of fictives from lots of media, some horses, some dragons, I dunno. the Pnictogen Wing is poorly mapped.

host: Mx. Kris Dreemurr (they/them)

chief messenger and usual front: Mx. Chara or Χαρά (they/them)

other members:
Mx. Frisk, historian (they/them)
Monophylos Fortikos, unicorn (he/him)
Kel the Purple, smol derg (xe/xem)
Pim the Dragon, Kel's sister (she/her)

posts from @pnictogen-wing tagged #cinema

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growing older and more socially and politically aware has meant that many of the entertainments that I used to regard as favorites—the "comfort" viewing, the stuff that I'd return to again and again—are now (as the kids say these days) problematical. that's not the worst thing in the world; it's not as though I don't still occasionally go back to (say) Lovecraft stories or Raiders of the Lost Ark. but it does mean that stuff I used to watch uncritically, just because I wanted to make myself feel a bit better, is now just a bit irritating to watch. I feel like I have to be on my guard, and that kinda sucks.

I'm particularly saddened by how "Mystery Science Theatre 3000" comes across now. I used to be stoutly defensive of that show, which has always had some enemies; I felt like it introduced me to a bunch of movies that otherwise I wouldn't have known about, and I've even been moved to watch a couple of those movies on their own. heck, I've seen Manos: The Hands of Fate in a Seattle movie-house! but these days I have to admit that a lot of the humor just plain sucks, and maybe it really was a bad influence. who can say for sure?

MST3K was definitely at its best when Joel Hodgson, alias Joel Robinson, was the host. he brought a kind of sleepy weird-uncle quality to his hosting job; he was like the surrogate father to an unruly family of lovable but infuriatingly clever and troublesome children, trying to get through a family movie outing together. much of the humor went towards showing off an encyclopedic knowledge of cinema and literature—heck, Tom Servo refers to The Sorrow and the Pity at one point, and Joel memorably compares a child in a short film to the Lathe of Heaven. it's still pleasant to watch a lot of the Joel Hodgson MST3K episodes, although one still gets blindsided occasionally by a mildly racist or queerphobic joke.

but Joel's avuncular and scatterbrained style gave way to Mike Nelson's generic nice-guy act, and a more generic (and mean-spirited) superficial style of "riffing", one that was all about making fun of appearances and voices and such. that is to say, it was bullying humor: good for all occasions because it's easy to be snide and shallow about anyone. corporate pressures and the switch to the Siffy channel didn't help, I'm sure. I don't dislike ALL the changes Siffy made to the "Mystery Science Theatre" format; for one thing, it led to some hilarious sketch comedy, like Mike Nelson being hauled before a tribunal for his crimes against the Cosmos (https://youtu.be/P-FO0lH8gm0) but the humor is undoubtedly nasty sometimes and it's tough to endure. mostly I don't bother these days.

but there's a few late-stage MST3K episodes I still feel drawn to revisit, most especially "The Final Sacrifice". and I rather wonder about why. (cw: talk about racist pseudo-history)



by which I mean less "films that are old", and more "films that I watched a long time ago and then never watched again". of necessity, these will be older movies—I admit that I'm barely keeping up with new film releases, because I feel there's such a gigantic backlog of other movies to watch. I'm more interested in finally getting around to see something like 1941's Sikandar (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sikandar_(1941_film) ) than I am in the latest Marvel whatever; I figure that if the latest Marvel whatever proves to be worthwhile, I'll be watching it after it's had a home video release.

I discovered some years ago that there's a special magic to watching movies that you'd only seen once before, maybe decades ago. the old experience of watching the movie is entangled with memories of a time of your life that you'd otherwise mostly forgotten, so re-watching a movie that you haven't otherwise seen in many long years ends up being like...well, Proust reliving old times with tea and madeleines; you remember not merely the movie, but your own past. when you've had a past like mine, that can be rather painful, but still necessary (to us anyway—I daresay that others have rather different opinions about the value of recapturing their own pasts.)

recently we hit two movies from our past in a row, and that proved to be both instructive and somewhat upsetting: the 1990s cornball fantasy movie Dragonheart, and the 1980s dramatic film My Dinner with Andre (from Louis Malle), which we caught at least part of on some PBS rebroadcast—quite without understanding what we were seeing, so it was oddly disorienting to find out just how appropriate and relevant the film had turned out to be. undoubtedly we'll be watching both of them again.

~Chara of Pnictogen