Most people familiar with black metal will probably at some point in a conversation about it, mention the word ‘atmosphere’, or some derivative of it. Essentially, the use of abstract terms when describing black metal to highlight the emphasis of focusing less on instrumentation in favour of “darkness” is common. Naturally, the subjective nature of the arts lends itself to a wide variety of interpretations so I can only speak from personal experience and of course, there are exceptions to this statement. I am certainly generalising for convienience sake, so I guess it depends on who you talk to. You’d undoubtedly get a wide range of responses and I’d wager they’d be pretty strong in some cases.
But this is not designed to be a piece exclusively about black metal, and so, enter Bergman. Or rather, enter black metal post-Bergman. While the near-libraries of books, films, documentaries and writings pertaining to Ingmar Bergman could satisfy most devotees of the iconic Swedish film maker, it’s apparent that elements of his darkest works have found a place in an art form that is indicative of his homeland – black metal.
DIRECTOR: ANDRZEJ ZULAWSKI
STARRING: ISABELLE ADJANI, SAM NEIL, HEINZ BENNENT
Andrzej Zulawski’s 1981 masterpiece ‘Possession’ is a film of surreal complexity meant to accurately mirror the myriad of emotion and inexplicable powers with which we face the dissolving relationships in our own lives. For Zulawski, ‘Possession’ was a way of exorcising his demons and banishing the grief of his recent divorce. Far from a traditional exposition of separation, the film utilizes the ‘grotesque’ as a metaphor to portray various aspects of the plagued characters. Isabelle Adjani stars opposite a gaunt Sam Neil, in a tour de force role that garnered her the best actress award at Cannes Film Festival that year. Adjani admitted that her role as Anna/Helen had a considerably draining effect on her psychologically, and after watching the picture, one hasn’t any doubt as to why.
The ABC After School Special from 1987 titled The Day My Kid Went Punk brings back so many memories about how misunderstood kids were in the 80′s. This absurd film was made during a time when a youngster getting into punk could get them sent to a boot camp. Watch The Day My Kid Went Punk and see the garbage that ended up on TV back in the day. Actually you will get a good laugh out of this movie!
There are so many things about CVLT Nation that get me hyped on a daily basis, one of them being when our readers create insane rad films! Every time I see one, it inspires me to keep doing what we are doing. The other day, Dariel Hernandez sent us a six minute documentary about his scene in Denton, Tx called “Hardcore El Picante“. The film focuses on the group The Atomic Tanlines and the DIY venue Taqueria El Picante. I want to say thanx to all of the kids who took part in making this visual and thank you so much for sharing it with us!
I’m not going to even say too much, other than here is a classic movie for a generation. CVLT Nation now showing KIDS after the jump!
Via Dangerous Minds
Guardian film critic Peter Bradshaw called La Danza de la Realidad (“The Dance Of Reality”), Chilean cinematic trickster Alejandro Jodorowsky’s first film in 23 years, “a triumphant return, which mixes autobiography, politics, torture and fantasy to exuberant, moving effect.”
La Danza de la Realidad was shot in Jodorowsky’s hometown of Tocopilla, deep in the Chilean desert. The film, which premiered at Cannes tells the story, sort of, of the his Communist father, Jaime Jodorowsky, with whom the director obviously had a very complex relationship:
Candy is one of those things that usually puts a smile on your face, although that’s not always the case. Check out this short film about what happens to people’s faces after they eat a SOUR DEATH BALL!
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I think it’s safe to say that the music composed (and performed alone) by Jimmy Page and intended for Kenneth Anger’s Lucifer Rising, but not used, was/is among the very most sought after Led Zeppelin, or in this case Zep-related, bootleg recordings.
The story has long been a foundation of the Led Zeppelin mythos: Page and the mercurial Magus of Cinema had a falling out, then Anger did his patented “curse” routine very publicly going so far as accusing Page of being a mere “dabbler” in the occult and a rich, lazy junkie. Rock journalists began to wonder if Anger’s curse had worked when a succession of tragic events saw Robert Plant badly injured in a 1975 car accident, Plant’s five-year-old son Karac dying suddenly in 1977 and the death of John Bonham in 1980 that instantly ended Led Zeppelin’s reign as the world’s biggest rock group.
There are always two sides to every story and Page maintains that he had given the project financial support, put Ken up in one of his homes (Aleister Crowley’s Boleskine House in Scotland, no less) and lent him film editing equipment. Moreover, he’d given Anger 23 minutes of amazing music. Anger needed an additional five minutes from Page to complete Lucifer Rising, but it was slow arriving and after a shouting match with Page’s wife, he threw a major hissy, “firing” Page and viciously denouncing him—for years—in the media:
“He’s a multi-millionaire miser. He and Charlotte, that horrible vampire girl – the druggie that got him on heroin – they’re both junkies. They had so many servants, yet they would never offer me a cup of tea or a sandwich. Which is such a mistake on their part because I put the curse of king Midas on them. If you’re greedy and just amass gold you’ll get an illness. So I did turn her and Jimmy Page into statues of gold because they’ve both lost their minds. He can’t write songs anymore.”
I’m not going to even say too much, other than here is a cult classic movie for ballers. CVLT Nation now showing Rollerball after the jump!
Summer is upon us. Instead of going outside, soaking up the sun, and enjoying yourself; you should stay inside, listen to The Frogs, and watch Toy Porno. If you aren’t nuts about The Frogs, that’s a problem. You need to go pick up a copy of It’s Only Right And Natural right now. I know I’ve probably not established that ethos well enough with any of you Cvlt readers to say this and have any credibility at all, but I am completely adamant over the inarguable fact that The Frogs are the greatest rock band… in the world. They’re a duo of two Wisconsin brothers, Jimmy and Dennis Flemion, famous for kickass performances– where they would be adorned in crazy wigs, black face, and gigantic sparkling wings. They are as goofy, nonsensical, and utterly ridiculous as they are serious, satirical, and absolutely brilliant. The lyrical content of their discography spreads over a plethora of engaging topics such as gay sex, catchin’ the aids, devil cocks, slavery in the US, the sexuality of God, grunge in Seattle, rape, dying in car crashes, having drugs that will blow yer mind, and pretty much anything else that would probably make most grandmothers really uncomfortable. For a lot of people it just comes off as ” just joke music,” but I’m sure there are plenty of you out there that fully appreciate just how awesome The Frogs are, jokes or not. And if you haven’t had a chance to check them out prior to reading this, Froggin’ it up now will probably be the best life decision you will ever make. Don’t go back to school. Don’t move out of yer ma’s basement. Don’t get a job. If doing any of those things are going to somehow cause you to continue keeping The Frogs out of your existence, then just don’t.