I just finished watching Neco z Alenky (aka: Alice), a surreal/horror/fantasy/stop-motion animation version of Alice in Wonderland, where Alice alternates between a real child and a creepy porcelain doll. The White Rabbit is a horrifying taxidermy display that raises itself from its stuffed perch in a glass display box, and breaks free - all the while, pulling a ticking watch from its wounded chest cavity and feasting on its own stuffing.
Somewhere between the film's horridness and its brilliance, I slipped out of my usual mental routine. Walking around the house this afternoon, I am brutally aware of the stark hollowness of my movements. Each sound I make is meaningless and blunt. The thoughts I have are slow, illogical, and lumbering through the elusive afternoon. Things are always this way, but right now, they're more obviously-so. Dreams and logic and acceptance of situations feel entirely different than usual. I suppose some days it's good to be alive only because it's appropriate to feel the absurdity of the mundane at least enough to remind ourselves of all the other costumes reality can assume.
That film sounds interesting. I'll have to find it. Alice was my idol growing up. Yes, I was a weird kid. My mom made me the dress and everything.
I just caught another version (or my TiVo did) of Alice. It's got puppets and live-action and maybe some animation too. Sounds much like this, but just called "Alice in Wonderland" and it was really old.
hmmm...
Posted by: Amy | on July 12, 2006 10:43 AM