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Post by Will Da Beeste on Feb 19, 2008 16:13:28 GMT -5
A great piece of Lynch.
Have you never wanted to kill your girlfriend? An intense artist, a cuckhold, an inadequate, aware of his wife's history and infidelities, and his own failings, takes the next step.
The souless apartment they inhabit is unloved. The gap between need and satisfaction is breached only by increasingly voyeuristic and violent paranoia. A videotape of the apartment exterior arrives, someone is watching. In a second tape, the observer ventures further. The camera films them sleeping. A disastrous party, wife drunk in another man's arms, an encounter with a dark force at the bar. Disturbed sleep. A third tape in the morning shows the cold, murderous fact.
Some history can't be redescribed. You can try to justify a terrible crime in fantasy if you wish, but the truth is inescapable.
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