Currently viewable on YouTube [above - Ed.] or loaddownable from the comments, Artemis 81 is an odd one, and at three freaking hours a long one. There's an S.S.C. Advisory [Some Sting Content - Ed.] attached to it, but don't let that put you off. Like Bowie in The Man Who Fell To Earth, he pulls it off through sheer ambition, rather than acting.
If you're looking for packaged meaning and clarity of narrative, you won't find it here, but seekers of the weird, the strange, the outré, the uncanny, the eerie, the bizarre, the other-worldly, and the totally fucking baked, should get a contact high to shadow their dreams for years.
Locked down? Here's an up key. Put an afternoon aside for it.
"Three hours of your life you'll never get back" as The Internet Reviewer likes to put it, on account cleverness.
ReplyDeleteHere's yer movie ticket.
I've seen this twice: the first time was about a week after the original broadcast, on a Betamax tape that arrived in an interoffice pouch from a colleague in the London office. Years later I saw it on DVD, which had a slightly edited ending, which gave me high anxiety.
DeleteThis is absolutely worth three hours of your time.
I don't expect any of the Four Or Five Guys© to find the time (or the powers of concentration) today or tonight or even in a future as near as can be imagined without actually encroaching on the present to watch this just because it washed up on th' Blessed Isle™, but they should be aware of its existence, and glean what comfort they can from that.
DeleteHe has given us a 3 hour distraction so he'll have time to recover from another unfortunate household accident. This time involving a codpiece and a waffle iron.
ReplyDeleteI hate when that happens.
DeleteCodpiece, codpiece. It's not a fucking codpiece! I swear to god, the next time ... ah, anyway. The waffle iron, well, yeah. I made a mistake, there, and I admit it.
DeleteSo, a chastity belt?
DeleteJust ordinary shorts, pmac. It's how they're filled that gives folks the impression I am wearing an armored codpiece under my pants.
DeleteMy mother's family had an old school neoghborhood bar, that closed over 30 years ago. I used to frequent the place. A regular was Mr. Harry, an old guy who always wore the same suit and tie, chain smoked Kools, and drank luke warm Budweiser out of a short glass. Every damn day. He mainly kept to himself at the bar, but would talk about baseball endlessly when the mood struck him. Otherwise, he just sat at the same barstoll, same outfit, same cig, same beer. One night, I was there with a group of friends, and we were several beers into the night, when the discussion turned to that stereotypical male barroom braggadocio about who's was bigger. Harry was there, keeping to himself, cigarette in one corner of his mouth, sipping his beer from the other. In the midst of our measuring contest, a voice cuts through the frivolity, and exclaims, "I'm an anaconda! I'm a fucking anaconda." And with that, Harry pulled on his cig, drank a sip, and returned to being quiet.
DeleteAs someone who's patience gets taxed waiting for microwave popcorn, my guess is that I'll never get around to watching this. But I do recall reading about it when it was first released, and being intrigued.
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