The Gods Must Be Furious–Chapter Four

The next day, the incident was discussed on social media. Of course, virtually nobody, outside of a few in the neopagan community, mentioned the face in the water.

“I have no sympathy for the dead,” one embittered woman, one of the staff on the yacht, said about the wealthy there. “I overheard their conversations while I was serving them. They showed no sympathy for how the economy was affecting the poor. They were also often rude and impatient with our service. Why should I feel bad for them?”

The woman who’d tried to help clean the bad-tempered guest’s dress said this about her: “The ocean cleaned her dress. Good enough.”

Michelle and Gary were in a group chat with their friend, Nina.

“So, you had the same dream as us?” Gary asked Nina.

“Judging by how the two of you described it, I’d say I had the exact same dream as you,” Nina said. “I know there were a few people who claim they saw a bearded face in the clouds the night of the thunderstorm, and a bearded face on the waves when the yacht sank.”

“Were the people who saw the face any of the staff on that yacht?” Michelle asked.

“No, they were people on the rescue boat, including people who don’t believe in any gods, just people too shocked to believe their own eyes,” Nina said, “and too reluctant to go public with what they saw.” 

“Another thing should be talked about,” Gary said. “The people who were killed were all rich and powerful.”

“They were also widely hated,” Nina added.

“Yes,” Michelle said. “And when you put that together with the fact that the world is being destroyed by global warming, constant wars, and economic hardship, you can see why the gods are intervening. Us all having the same dream, the faces of—let’s use Greek names, for convenience—Zeus and Poseidon in the clouds and water, these are clear signs that something major is happening. This is all way beyond mere synchronicity.”

“We can be sure of one thing,” Gary said. “The gods are very, very angry.”

“Angry?” Nina said. “They’re enraged.”

“Infuriated,” Michelle said.

“As they said in the dream, man’s wickedness has gone too far, and the gods don’t wish to sit idly by anymore,” Gary said.

“We’re going to have to keep our eyes and ears open,” Nina said. “Something big is going to happen, and we don’t want to be among those who suffer and die in it. We must discuss this with more of our friends and fellow believers, as well as our families.”

“My brother manages a country club where lots of rich folks go to play golf,” Gary said. “I have a premonition something’s going to happen there. I had a dream in which I saw the earth-goddess’s weeping face. It ended with the green of a golf course. It really looked like the one in my brother’s country club.”

“Oh, my God!” Michelle said. “Did you see the globe of the Earth with a woman’s crying face, coming nearer and nearer to you, like a camera closeup?”

Gary gulped and said, “Yes.”

“So did I,” Michelle said.

“So did I,” Nina said. “Exactly as you both described.”

None of them said anything for several more seconds.

Gary was the first to type something next: “Some of us have family who won’t ever open their minds to anything even remotely pagan. Still, that won’t stop us from loving them. My brother, whom I mentioned a little while ago, is such a person. How are we going to convince them to do what needs to be done, if a worldwide disaster is coming, as all the signs seem to be showing?”

“That’s a good question,” Michelle responded. “My mother is a Christian, but the books I’ve bought her over the years, ones by Bishop ‘Jack’ Spong, have opened her mind up a little. I might be able to get her to listen to reason, but I don’t think it will be easy. I wonder if she’s had the same dreams as us.”

“Let’s pray for the best,” Nina said. “My husband doesn’t share my faith, either, but I bet I can nag him to do what needs to be done. As I said, let’s pray to the gods for help when this all starts to get scary, as it looks like it will.”

Analysis of ‘Deep Red’

Deep Red (Profondo rosso) is a 1975 Italian giallo horror film directed by Dario Argento, written by him and Bernardino Zapponi. It stars David Hemmings (whom you’ll recall from Blowup) and Daria Nicolodi, with Gabriele Lavia, Macha Méril, Clara Calamai, and Glauco Mauri.

The soundtrack was written and performed by Goblin (billed as “The Goblins”), a predominantly instrumental Italian progressive rock band who would do the music for a number of Argento movies. Three compositions by Giorgio Gaslini, Argento’s original choice for film score writer, are also in the film. These include “School At Night.”

Deep Red came out during the height o the “giallo craze” of popular Italian movies, and it was a critical and commercial success. It’s now considered one of the defining giallo movies, as well as one of Argento’s best works.

Here is a link to quotes from the film, and here are links to the full movie, including the complete director’s cut (the basis of this analysis), with additional scenes spoken in Italian (with English subtitles).

During the opening credits, we hear the main theme of Deep Red, a prog rock instrumental with a theme that alternates between a bar in 7/4 time and two bars of 4/4, played mostly on keyboards. The credits and Goblin music are briefly interrupted by a scene showing a stabbing in someone’s home, with Christmas decorations in the background; there’s a scream, a bloody knife a dropped on the wooden floor, and a child’s feet are seen stepping by the knife. Lullaby music, with a child singing, is heard–sweet and innocent-sounding, a stark contrast to what we’ve seen.

The stabbing is shown only in a shadow by the far wall, so the murder is a total mystery…the central mystery of the whole story. Who did it, who was killed, and why?

The Goblin soundtrack returns, but it now features, at first, an acoustic guitar playing the 7/4 and 4/4 theme, with the keyboards soon to return, too. This gets cut off at the end of the credits, and now we have a scene with a jazz band playing some blues, with pianist/music teacher Marcus Daly (Hemmings) telling the musicians to play the music in a raunchier, less formal, pretty, and precise a fashion.

Next is a scene with people at a conference on parapsychology, hosted by Professor Giordani (Mauri) and with his special guest Helga Ullmann (Méril), a psychic medium, who will demonstrate her amazing abilities to everyone there.

In these three scenes, we are introduced to what will be the elements central to the story: a mysterious, violent murder that has traumatized a child; the enjoyment and appreciation of music as artistic expression; and the paranormal. The first and last of these are typical of a giallo film (the slasher element in particular); the second of these, I believe, suggests the motive of the killer, as I will go into in more detail later.

I suspect that the killer also has telepathic abilities, for it would explain her attendance at the conference–her curiosity about Ullmann’s abilities. It would also explain how the killer has this uncanny ability to know everywhere that Marcus is going, and everything he is doing, as he is investigating the soon-to-be murder of Ullmann. Indeed, Ullmann has such a violent reaction to the killer’s presence in the audience, it’s as if the two have a two-way psychic connection, given how vividly Ullmann can feel the killer’s bloody tendencies.

As for the killer’s motives for killing Ullmann, then her attempt on Marcus’s life, her killing of author Amanda Righetti (played by Giuliana Calandra) and of Giordani, and her attempt (not her son’s, as I’ll later explain) on the life of journalist Gianna Brezzi (Nicolodi), they on the surface would seem to be to cover up her original crime of stabbing her husband to death in that Christmas scene shown among the opening credits. Such a motive seems inadequate, though.

First of all, nothing that a psychic, of all people, could reveal in writing, nor Marcus’s ever so amateurish investigations, nor Righetti’s book about “ghosts” in the old house where the stabbing occurred, nor Giordani’s discovery of “ESTAT” (“It was…”) written by dying Righetti’s finger, nor anything Gianna could have uncovered would have been enough to implicate the killer in her original crime. Certainly none of that, put together, would have been anywhere near conclusive as evidence.

Secondly, her subsequent killings would have only raised the risk of her eventually being caught. She may have been crazy, but surely she has enough sense to know that killing those other people will have done the opposite of keeping her safe from the police.

There has to be another, deeper and stronger motive. Since…spoiler alert!…the killer is Martha Manganiello (Calamai), mother of self-destructive alcoholic professional pianist Carlo Manganiello (Lavia), and we learn from Marcus’s first meeting of her that she gave up a productive acting career to be a wife and mother, we can imagine the profound unhappiness she must have felt at such a sacrifice. She was no longer able to express herself artistically, because now she had to raise Carlo and be a kept woman. Now she envies anyone who can be expressive, and who can be independent and have a successful career. Her sadness and envy have driven her mad.

Ullmann can express herself through telepathy and writing (she also lives in a beautiful, luxurious apartment with no need of a husband), so she must be killed. Marcus can express himself through music and find joy in it, so he must be killed. Righetti can publish books (and, I suspect, she has telepathic abilities, too, as I’ll go into later), so she must be killed. Giordani is an esteemed professor and researcher in the kind of telepathic abilities I suspect Martha has, so he must be killed. And Gianna, like Ullmann, is an independent career woman, so she must be killed. All of these people are objects of Martha’s pathological envy.

Now as for Carlo, I suspect that he’s the one she would want dead most of all…except that he’s her son, so she would be extremely conflicted about killing him, even though it’s his very existence that has forced her to end her acting career. Note that the setting of the film is 1970s Italy, when and where the traditional sex role for married women was still largely intact. She isn’t just imprisoned in the home; she’s also imprisoned in her maternal love for Carlo.

So instead of simply hacking her son to death with a meat cleaver, as she does to Ullmann, Martha will have to kill him softly, so to speak, subtly and gradually. First, there was his childhood traumatic reaction to the sight of her stabbing his father to death while the boy is listening to the lullaby music, thus making a link in his mind between music and murder (a link reinforced with her playing a tape of that music whenever she kills, or attempts to kill, most of the other victims in the movie).

Then, there’s his learning of the piano, much of which I suspect she, also a piano player (and now her only avenue of artistic expression left to her), taught him. Finally, his self-destructive alcoholism and self-hate (in no small part from being gay as well as knowing of her guilt) are finishing him off. Indeed, Marcus warns him to stop drinking.

When we first see Marcus and Carlo together outside at night, Carlo calls himself a “proletarian of the keyboard,” while Marcus is “the bourgeois” of it; for while Marcus is doing what he loves as a musician, enjoying it as a kind of luxury, Carlo has to play the piano to live, at the local bar where his excessive drinking is putting him at risk of being fired. His mother had him express himself in a way associated with pain, playing music, which will always remind him of the trauma of seeing her kill his father while little Carlo heard that lullaby music. The pain drives him to drink–she’s killing him softly with his song, and she can thus minimize her feelings of guilt of contemplating filicide this way.

The only time Carlo is happy playing music is when he’s drunk, thus feeling an emotional detachment from it. He imagines his piano is a beautiful woman in his inebriated state, and he’s thus tickling her fanny. Since, as I find it reasonable to assume, his piano-playing housewife mother taught him at least some piano, this tickling of a woman’s fanny sounds Oedipal…though in his guilt and shame, he can only feel it when drunk.

In contrast, Marcus later tells Gianna, in jest, that his psychiatrist told him he plays piano because he hated his father and imagines himself bashing his father’s teeth in when banging the keys…the Oedipal other side of Carlo; but really, Marcus just likes music. He’s the bourgeois pianist; Carlo is the proletarian pianist. One loves playing; the other hates it.

To link the film with the paranormal again, there are a number of moments in the story that seem to me to be near-examples of what Jung called synchronicity, or meaningful coincidences without external causality. I’ll start with just one example for now, then go into the others later. Just when Carlo speaks of being drunk and expanding into genius, which reminds us of his earlier ‘drunken tickling of the beautiful woman’s fanny/piano playing’ remark, we hear Ullmann scream from the window of her nearby apartment. Knowing of his mother’s murderous tendencies (and thus suspecting her already, as I in turn suspect), Carlo instead makes an infelicitous joke that it’s the scream of a rape victim. Certainly, his mother’s phallic meat cleaver is raping Ullmann’s flesh. As awful as rape is, in Carlo’s twisted, traumatized mind, rape is far less violent than being stabbed to death, and he’d rather have Marcus believe Martha had nothing to do with what’s happened to Ullmann; still, he’s symbolically giving Martha away.

It’s significant to think of her cleaver, or any of her knives, as symbolizing a phallus, for Martha is a phallic mother. Having been relegated to the home and stripped of her acting career, she can only regain power by symbolically taking on aggressive masculine traits. Carlos intuits this reality about his mother, I’d say. Stabbing people to death is symbolically raping them, as I discussed of the shower scene in Psycho.

Martha as a phallic mother links with Carlo’s choice of a transwoman for a lover, as we see in Massimo Ricci (played by Geraldine Hooper). Note that as of the 1970s, it was still common for people to call them “transvestites,” or “men” wearing women’s clothes, so this kind of preconception will colour the interpretation of this theme, for good or ill. Carlo has made an Oedipal transference onto Ricci, and in his toxic self-hatred, he calls himself by the homophobic slur of “faggot,” rather than gay, when he sees Marcus has found him out upon visiting him in Ricci’s place.

So, there’s Martha’s unhealthy way of fighting male power and the patriarchal family by stabbing her sexist husband to death, as punishment for his having–it’s safe to assume–insisted she give up on acting to keep their home and raise little Carlo. Then there’s Gianna’s far healthier way of fighting sexism by challenging male chauvinist Marcus to arm wrestling and humiliating him by beating him at it easily…twice in a row. All he can do to save face is claim that she cheated.

Since it’s typical of a giallo film to keep the identity of the killer a mystery until the end, it’s only natural that Deep Red will introduce a red herring or two; in this case, we have Carlo towards the end of the film, and Gianna almost right from when she’s first introduced.

She’s fascinated with Marcus, totally finding him charming and attractive in spite of his overt sexism, and she follows him everywhere in his investigation of Ullmann’s murder, wanting to help him. Is she the killer, waiting for the right time to strike? Of course not, but it might seem that way.

Her face and skinny build are strikingly similar to those of Ricci: could she beat him at arm-wrestling because she’s a “man” (viewers of the film in the 1970s might have had that prejudice, something the filmmakers may have wanted to exploit for the sake of their red herring), disguised differently–that is, with a different hairstyle–from Ricci? At the beginning of the arm-wrestling scene, Marcus’s putting on his shirt with Gianna there suggests the two have just had sex (though it’s far from conclusive that they did); if they did, and she’s transgender, he didn’t have a transphobic freak-out upon seeing a dick, and it’s unlikely that a ‘macho’ man like Marcus would not freak out. Still, the ambiguity about Gianna remains.

Now, Gianna as a red herring to distract us from Martha also points to how the former is a parallel to the latter in the feminist sense I referred to above. Gianna deals with sexism in a healthy way, Martha, in an unhealthy one. The message here is that women’s liberation will be attained through solidarity with men as an ally, not through nihilistic violence for its own sake, as can be allegorized in the actions and choices of these two female characters.

Gianna demonstrates how women should act: by proving Marcus wrong in his sexism (the arm wrestling); by being forward and sexually aggressive in her wooing of him, as opposed to being the traditional, passive woman who leaves him indirect signals of her interest in him and hoping he’ll pick up on them; by rescuing him from the house fire (which must have been difficult for her, to lug such a–to her–hefty man out of the building), etc. Martha, in contrast, just kills people mindlessly.

Furthermore, androgyny–as a symbol of purging society of sex roles–is a major theme in Deep Red. There’s the androgyny not only of Ricci, but also of Martha. On the one hand, she’s dressed in that dark brown raincoat and hat whenever killing, both looking so like a man that Marcus assumes it was a man he saw leaving Ullmann’s apartment after the murder, and it’s stereotypically assumed the killer must be a man; and on the other hand, Martha wears heavy eye makeup. Finally, there’s the ‘androgyny’ of Gianna as a strong career woman, as well as that of Marcus (in spite of his macho posturing) as a sensitive, jumpy, nervous artist, to appeal again to mere stereotypes. There’s also the ‘androgynous’ weakness we see in Carlo, who can only deal with problems by drinking, and who, when pointing a gun at Marcus at the climax of the movie, cannot bring himself to shoot his friend.

My point is not to use the film to reinforce sexual stereotypes, but on the contrary, to use those stereotypes, ironically, to blow them apart. The point behind all of this androgyny is to show the fluidity between what it is to be male or female, and to show that, as otherwise sexist Freud once said, “…all human individuals, as a result of their bisexual disposition and of cross-inheritance, combine in themselves both masculine and feminine characteristics, so that pure masculinity and femininity remain theoretical constructions of uncertain content.” (Freud, page 342)

But to get back to Ullmann’s murder, when Marcus is going through her home, following a trail of her blood to find the body, he passes through a long hall with walls covered in art and mirrors. Many of the pictures show ghoulish faces that, when we eventually see the desiccated corpse of Martha’s husband walled away in that big old house, should be recalled as eerily similar. (Did Ullmann psychically know about that old murder long before the paranormal congress, and did she paint the pictures?)

Marcus is later puzzled at having seen a “painting” in that hall, which is no longer there as of his talking with the investigating police. As it turns out, the “painting” was actually a mirror that had Martha’s reflection in it. It was her reflection that was no longer there as of the arrival of the police.

That Marcus would imagine he saw a face in a painting, rather than a face reflected in a mirror, is symbolic of how he, as an artist, sees art, yet Martha, no longer an actress and therefore no longer an artist, cannot even be represented in a work of art (though the corpse of her murdered husband can be!).

Her mirror reflection in Ullmann’s home can be related to the mirror over the sink in the men’s public washroom, out of which we see a man leave after offering to help Martha when seen vomiting (I refer to the scene just after Ullmann’s violent reaction to the killer’s presence at the paranormal conference). This mirror is marred to the point where no reflection of her can be seen at all: not only does this serve the plot by keeping her identity unknown–and the other man assumes she, in her androgynous brown raincoat and hat, is a man–it also symbolizes how Martha, no longer an actress, no longer has a Lacanian ideal-I to aspire to, either.

Some might consider being a musician not to be a real job, as does the police superintendent Calcabrini (played by Eros Pagni), who offends Marcus when implying such an idea. For others, like Martha, being an artist (whether a musician or an actress) is everything. In fact, she seems to turn Calcabrini’s idea on its head, in a way, when she keeps calling Marcus an engineer and forgetting that he’s a jazz pianist and teacher.

Now, for those engineers out there who gain fulfillment and even a sense of creativity in their work, I say, more power to you; but based on my experience of engineers where I live in the Republic of China, I’d say their work in places like Hsinchu Science Park is largely about doing something just to make a lot of money. Among the oh, so pragmatic locals here, the attitude towards the arts is similar to that of the police superintendent.

Anyway, I suspect that Martha’s parapraxis about Marcus being an “engineer” is really an unconscious wish-fulfillment that he, like her, would have given up his dreams of being a musician, teacher, and composer to go instead for the practical money-making job of engineer. She wishes he were as unhappy as she is.

This wish can be tied to the timing of her attempt on his life in his apartment, during which we find him composing at the piano, playing it and writing out the notes. Since I suspect she has telepathic powers, I imagine she may have timed her attack on him with exact precision. She wants not just to stop him, but also his creativity–she’s arrived right on cue.

Her wish to have Carlo–as I suspect, against his wishes–play piano professionally, which reinforces his traumatic link of music to her murders, is, as I said above, her killing him softly. We also see this wish-fulfillment in her putting a rope on the neck of a baby doll (representing Carlo, her baby), as well as in the mechanical boy (also representing Carlo as a child) coming at Giordani, who hacks its face off before she kills him.

These representations of Carlo, as I insist they are, need to be linked to his death at the end of the film. The idea that it is an accident–his clothes being snagged by a garbage truck that drags him on the road, with him banging his head on a curb, then a car running over his head–is unseemly to me. If his death is merely bad luck, then it’s a cheap indulgence in gratuitous gore for its own sake. I prefer to believe that his death in this way has meaning–linked to the psychic abilities I believe Martha has.

A hanged baby doll in Righetti’s house (with its head coming off), along with Giordani’s hacking off of the mechanical boy’s face, can be seen to portend Carlo’s death, an unconscious wish-fulfillment of Martha’s to have her son killed ‘by accident’ without her needing to feel any guilt for having wished it. Instead, she can blame Marcus for his death at the end of the movie, then attempt ‘to avenge’ him with her cleaver.

Most of the killings involve injuries to the head of one sort or another. Ullmann’s head is smashed through her window. Righetti’s head is dunked in scalding hot bath water, leaving her face puffed out and disfigured. Giordani’s face is bashed against the corners of a shelf and a desk before Martha drives a knife down the back of his neck. These injuries to the head can be seen as displacement from the head she’d really like to destroy–her son’s. They could also be something she’s passing on psychically so it will eventually be how Carlo dies.

Note that she’s had a perfect opportunity to kill Marcus far earlier in the film, when he first meets her in her home to ask where Carlo is. He isn’t at home–he’s at Ricci’s place, so she’s alone with Marcus (it’s safe to assume there are no servants anywhere). If his refusal of a drink means she couldn’t have poisoned him, then she could have gone after him with her cleaver. Her home is a much safer place to kill him than in Ullmann’s place, the scene of the first killing. Her waiting to kill him at the end of the film must in itself have meaning, after the ‘accidental’ killing of Carlo.

So I see meaningful coincidences in the hanged doll’s head falling off, the mutilated face of the mechanical boy, the head injuries of most of the murder victims. and that tire rolling over Carlo’s head (as well as Martha’s decapitation). None of these have the coinciding of time of synchronicity proper, but the coincidences as meaningful ones are sufficient, as I see them, to warrant a belief that some kind of psychic telepathic power exists in Martha. She’s not only seemingly omnipresent in every phase of Marcus’s investigation, knowing where he’ll be before he even goes there, but she’s also successfully evaded the police, who surely have a major lead early on with the wearer of the brown raincoat.

And how did she wall off that room in the old house without the workers concerned about her husband’s body being there? I don’t think she walled the room off by herself. She must have hired men to wall off the room and used some kind of psychic power to make the men compliant and silent about what they saw. Her interest in and attendance of the parapsychology conference must have been due to her sharing of psychic abilities, as I mentioned above.

Speaking of psychic abilities, Righetti must have had them, too. When she is aware, from the hanged baby doll she finds dangling from the ceiling in her house, that the killer is lurking there, and when she hears the tape recording of the lullaby, she remembers her book on “the ghost of that house.” She is aware of the existence of spirits; and when dying, she’s pointing to a mirrored wall in her bathroom and has written “It was…” in Italian in the steam from the hot bath water there. She’s trying to tell Marcus (whom she’s never met) to link the identity of the killer with the face he saw in the mirror in Ullmann’s home, something Righetti could have known only psychically.

Martha may have followed Marcus to the library where he found Righetti’s book, but it’s unlikely that she overheard his telephone conversation with Gianna in that noisy restaurant, then managed to find out Righetti’s address from Gianna afterward. The sound of howling wind and children’s cries at the library and in Righetti’s house, apart from establishing an eerie mood, indicates not only the killer’s presence, but also seems symbolically to imply her psychic abilities.

Marcus manages to find the big old house, where Martha stabbed her husband, through whoever ordered rare plants for it as seen in the photo of the house he tore from the library book. People in the neighouring area insist that the house is haunted (presumably by the husband’s ghost). As Marcus is looking around inside the house, we hear Goblin playing a kind of blues riff in E: in the tonic, it’s E, E, E (octave higher)-D-B, D, B, A-A♯-B-C; this is heard on the guitar and bass. The riff is elongated way beyond the usual 12-bar pattern, though.

I wonder if Marcus unknowingly has psychic abilities, too, for with the most minuscule of clues, a slight dab of red showing in a hole in a wall, he has a hunch that it’s significant…and he’s right. He cuts away at the rest of that area of the wall to uncover a child’s picture of the stabbing of Martha’s husband, with a child holding up the bloody knife next to the man’s bloody corpse. It looks as though the boy killed him…though another part of the picture remains uncovered for the moment–Martha, to the far left.

As for the other red herring of the movie, Carlo is meant to be understood, for the moment, as having stabbed his father, for we learn that he’s the boy who’s drawn not just this picture, but also another one of the same crime in a school, his name signed on it. His drawings, as we’ll learn, aren’t confessions, though: they’re expressions of the trauma he suffered at having witnessed his father’s violent murder. Here is another example of artistic expression that his mother will never accept.

To get back to Martha’s uncanny way of always knowing exactly when Marcus will be in a place, it must be her who knocks him out, right on cue, when he finds the corpse of her husband in that walled-in room in the big old house. I don’t believe Carlo stabbed Gianna in the school at the climax of the film, because I simply don’t think the feckless drunk had the guts to do it; I think his mother was there, too, him accompanying her this one time and telling her he’d shoot Marcus instead, so she wouldn’t kill his friend. When about to kill Marcus in Ullman’s home at the end of the film, she says Carlo never killed anybody, and I believe her.

Indeed, in Ullmann’s home, when Marcus has realized he saw the killer’s face in the mirror reflection rather than a face in a painting, Martha appears right on cue again, ready to kill him. Such coincidences, I feel, are far too meaningful for her not to have psychic abilities to tell her exactly where he is and what he is doing.

But her stereotypical ‘male’ behaviour–wearing that ‘mannish’ brown raincoat and hat, her violence showing considerable (supernatural?) physical strength for a woman of her age–represents the wrong way to break free from the constraints of the traditional female role. Gianna’s rational way of breaking free is much better.

After wounding Marcus with the meat cleaver in Ullmann’s home, Martha’s necklace gets caught in the bars of the elevator; he activates it, and the stuck necklace cuts her head off. So in having lost her head over her unhappiness at seeing her acting career brought to an end, Martha literally loses her head at the end of the film. All that deep red trying to come out, to emerge from the deep and be expressed, finally does come out…but it’s hers, rather than Marcus’s.

The Gods Must Be Furious–Chapter Three

A week later, Mr. and Ms. Plantagenet, owners of a large investment company named after themselves, were on their yacht with some wealthy friends on a California shore. The yacht was tied to the pier, and all the people aboard had each already had several drinks.

“I’m so glad the stock market crash didn’t affect any of us, Tom,” a female guest said to Mr. Plantagenet.

“That’s because, due to our ability to pull the strings of the banks and the federal government, we could prevent the stock market crash from affecting us,” Tom said.

All the guests chuckled.

“A phone call here, an email there, and our representatives can bail out anyone we need them to,” Ms. Plantagenet said.

“That’s so reassuring, Donna,” a male guest said to Ms. Plantagenet. “Since my company was one of the ones that needed a bailout.”

“As Donna and I know, let the common people suffer under the bad economy, not us,” Tom said.

The rope that moored the yacht was loosening and untying…all by itself.

“I agree, Tom,” the male guest said. “The masses are not our problem.”

“Hear, hear,” Tom said. All the guests clinked their champagne glasses together.

“If the masses don’t want to suffer, they should lay off the drugs and stop wasting money on non-essentials,” Donna said.

“Agreed,” the others said together.

The boat was drifting into the ocean, though everyone was too caught up in the conversation to notice.

“A most annoying thing happened to us while at work today, you know,” Tom said.

“Oh, and what was that?” the male guest asked.

“A bunch of university students were protesting in front of our building this morning, can you believe that?” Donna said with a sneer.

“Protesting about what?” the female guest asked.

“Oh, the usual bullshit,” Tom grunted as he had his glass refilled. “We’ve too much influence on the banks and the government, we have too much money and they have too little, all that crap.”

The other guests groaned in annoyance.

“What did you do about it?” another guest asked.

“We called the cops and got rid of them, of course,” Donna said. “A few of the long-haired young men resisted arrest, so the cops beat them.”

“Served the bastards right,” Tom said.

“Oh, definitely,” the third guest said.

Finally, one of them looked out at the water. “Where are we?” she asked.

“What do you mean, ‘where are we’?” Tom asked, then looked out at the ocean. “What?”

Everyone was looking out at the water now.

The pier and shore were nowhere in sight.

The sun had set. Clouds were covering the moon and stars. The guests had only the yacht’s electricity for light. Worried murmurs were heard.

“Derrick?” Donna called out to a staff member. “Radio the Yacht Club onshore. Ask for help.”

“Yes, Donna,” Derrick said, then went off to do it.

Heavy gusts of wind started blowing. The waves were rocking the yacht. Drinks were spilt.

“Dammit!” one of the guests yelled at the stain on her dress. “You!” she shouted at one of the female staff. “Come with me and help me clean this!” They left for the washroom.

The wind and rocking of the yacht continued; it was getting more intense. It also started to rain.

“Oh, no!” Donna said. “Derrick, have you contacted the Yacht Club? What did they say?”

“There’s something wrong with the radio,” he said. “I can’t get any connection with the shore. I tried and tried, but I couldn’t.”

“What are we going to do?” a guest said. “It’s looking like a storm out there!”

A sudden crack of thunder startled everyone.

A flash of lightning scared them even more.

The rain was splashing down. The rocking of the yacht was giving everyone the feeling of a real possibility of capsizing. Everyone onboard was panicking.

Derrick looked out on the water. He blinked and looked again. When the lightning flashed and provided some brief light, he was sure he saw a man’s bearded face among the waves. Apart from the moving of the waves distorting the image, it was as precise as a photograph. The face looked malevolent.

I haven’t had a drop of booze tonight, he thought. No pot, no LSD. And I never hallucinate.

Suddenly, there were bumping, crunching, and snapping sounds, as well as several great jerks as the yacht hit a rock.

The screaming got louder as the yacht was sinking. Everyone was trying to hang onto something to stay above the water, but only the staff managed to do so. Tom, Donna, and all their guests went straight underwater; it felt as though watery arms were pulling them all down. Some of them thought they actually saw and felt watery arms grabbing their bodies.

Before they all passed out, the last thing they saw, because of a few more lightning flashes, was that same bearded, scowling face among the shadows of the deep.

Hardly a second passed by since the last of the rich drowned, then the storm ended. The stars and the moon reappeared, restoring some light to the scene. The staff, hanging onto pieces of the broken yacht or to the huge rock it had smashed into, saw a boat approaching. A light from the boat shone on them. The staff cheered at their rescuers. 

As they got on the boat, a few of them, including Derrick, looked into the water, and with the light from the boat shining out onto the water, they saw that bearded face. Their eyes all widened.

This time, the face was smiling.

Cake

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were swooning
at the wedding
Taylor-made in
Madison Square Garden.
Closing off major roads,
costing the city millions,
and making a public spectacle out
of a private union are no object to
billionaires and their excesses. It’s
a society as tiered as a wedding cake that
we all live in. ‘Let them eat cake,’ the rich
will say. ‘Eat the rich,’ is how we’d answer.
Let the Swifties boast of their heroine’s ineffectual
charity work. May their red-lipped idol, and all her
wealthy ilk, go the bloody way of Marie Antoinette.

Analysis of ‘Magic’

Magic is a 1978 psychological horror film directed by Richard Attenborough and written by William Goldman, based on his 1976 novel. The film stars Anthony Hopkins, Ann-Margret, and Burgess Meredith, with Ed Lauter, David Ogden Stiers, and EJ André.

Gene Siskel ranked Magic at #9 on his 10 best movies list of 1978, and Roger Ebert praised the performances of Hopkins and Meredith on Sneak Previews, though he was disappointed with the final act. Goldman received a 1979 Edgar Award for Best Motion Picture Screenplay. Hopkins received nominations for Golden Globe and BAFTA awards, and Meredith received the Saturn Award for Best Supporting Actor.

While some critics claimed Magic is rather like the “Ventriloquist’s Dummy” section of Dead of Night (1945), Attenborough vehemently denied any such similarity or plagiarism, as did Goldman. In September, 2025, Sam Raimi and Roy Lee announced their intention to remake Magic, with Raimi confirmed in May 2026 to direct it.

Here is a link to quotes from the film, and here is a link to the full movie.

The film begins with a shot in the home of Merlin (André), the sick and aging mentor of aspiring professional magician Charles “Corky” Withers (Hopkins), who has arrived in Merlin’s home to tell him how his first solo attempt at a magic show went. Though Corky, indeed, made no technical mistakes, he tries to make Merlin believe the audience loved him. Merlin can see through Corky’s b.s., and so the latter has to admit that the audience was ignoring his act the whole time…until Corky blew up at them in his sweaty, nervous frustration.

Merlin advises Corky to come up with a gimmick to get the audience’s attention…which he, a year later and after the death of Merlin, does. His gimmick is to combine his magic act, which involves card tricks, with ventriloquism, using a dummy he’s named “Fats.” This change has brought Corky from a zero to a success.

His agent, Ben Greene (Meredith), has Todson (Stiers), a man who works at a TV network, watch Corky perform; Todson is impressed only when Fats appears. It looks as though Corky is going to be a star on TV. After Todson and Greene have visited Corky backstage to congratulate him for a successful show, and he is left alone with Fats, we see the first sign of Corky’s mental instability, for he has a brief but needless exchange of words with the dummy.

Indeed, later on and in New York City, Greene is about to clinch a TV show deal for Corky, who will first need to do a medical exam for the producers. Corky adamantly refuses to do it, insisting that there is nothing wrong with him in the psychiatric sense, when in fact he doesn’t want it to slip out that he has projected part of his personality onto Fats. Greene is equally insistent, however, that Corky do the medical exam, so Corky bails and escapes to the Catskills, where he grew up with his now-dead family, and where an old high-school crush of his, Peggy Ann Snow (Ann-Margret), lives.

On his way there in a cab, Corky sees his old house and remembers when he lived there with his family. They then drive by a cemetery, where his family members are buried; Corky remembers his father’s funeral.

In these details about his old family life and his relationship with Merlin, we can gain some insights about his psychiatric condition.

According to psychoanalyst Heinz Kohut, his theory of the bipolar self posits that the basis of psychological stability rests on two poles–one of ideals, and the other of grandiosity. With these two intact, one’s narcissism is of a healthy, moderate, restrained, and thus acceptable sort. The poles are the idealized parental imago and the grandiose self.

One sees in one’s mother and/or father a greatness that is reflected back onto oneself, for the parents act as a mirror, in their love of their child, of the grandiosity felt in the child. Over time as the child grows up, these idealizations and grandiosities are let down in tolerable amounts of disappointment, and the child should grow up to be a mature, normal adult. If one pole should fail, on the other hand, compensation must be made by the other pole. If both poles should fail, one suffers psychological fragmentation, a falling apart of the personality and a psychotic break with reality…as happens to Corky by the end of the movie.

Corky’s idealized parental imago would, it seems, have been his father, whom we see in a brief flashback in front of the old house tossing a football to Corky’s older brother; then, as I said above, there’s a flashback of his father’s funeral. With his family “all gone,” there is neither parent for him to have as an idealized parental imago, so in his fragile psychological state, he’d have had to look elsewhere for that.

In Merlin, Corky’s magician mentor, he’d have had a father transference, and therefore a replacement as an idealized parental imago. Indeed, in that opening scene when Corky is telling Merlin how his first solo magic act went, we see Corky feeding Merlin a spoonful of medicine, as a filial son might do for his aging, sick father. But a year later, after Merlin is gone, Corky no longer has anyone to hang his ideals on. His already fragile ego is made all the more fragile.

He now has to compensate with the other pole, his grandiose self. The problem there is that, having always been shy and introverted, Corky has repressed that grandiose self. He as a kid was too shy to tell his high-school crush, Peggy, that he likes her. While in that flashback mentioned above, when his father was tossing the football to his brother, Corky was sitting alone on the porch, carving something out of wood.

It is thus only through Fats that Corky can release and truly experience his grandiose self, for Fats lets out all the extroversion and foul-mouthed sauciness Corky is too shy to express himself. “Fats” is a fitting name for the large-headed dummy, for its persona is that of a fat-headed egotist, the perfect projection of Corky’s grandiose self.

This is why Corky needs Fats so desperately, to let him experience the only pole of his bipolar self that he has left, to help him regain a sense of psychological structure. This is why Corky can’t let Fats be quiet for even a mere five minutes, as Greene will ask him to do, to prove he isn’t mentally ill. Without Fats, Corky has neither pole, and thus he’ll undergo psychological fragmentation and a psychotic break from reality, a defence against which is narcissism, manifested in Corky’s grandiose self…Fats.

A haunting motif heard in Jerry Goldsmith’s score for the film is the use of a harmonica, to remind us of the pathological presence of Fats. Significantly, we don’t usually hear a normal melody of single notes played on it–just an inhaling and exhaling of chords, as when someone who doesn’t really know how to play a harmonica would do.

One breathes in and out of a harmonica, as if to infuse it with (musical) life, like God breathing the breath of life into Adam’s nostrils and making him a living soul (Genesis 2:7); but this inhaling and exhaling with a harmonica hardly gives it any (musical) life. Similarly, throwing one’s voice with a dummy makes for an amusing act, but it doesn’t give any real life to the dummy. The musically naïve might think his breathing into the reeds of the harmonica–its nostrils, so to speak–makes music; psychotic Corky thinks throwing his voice with his dummy, giving it the breath of life, will make it become a living soul.

There is one way, however, that Corky may have someone to be his new transference for idealization: Peggy. His crush on her may have originally been an Oedipal transference; as for now, many years later, whether based on the original Oedipal narcissistic trauma or not, his infatuation with her can still be a new idealization, making it possible for him to reestablish that pole so he needn’t depend on the pole of the grandiose self, making Fats no longer necessary.

This is why Corky is so keen on finding Peggy in the Catskills and resuming a relationship with her, even to the point of seducing her with a card trick and persuading her to get out of her unhappy marriage to Duke (Lauter). Corky knows Fats is bad for him; his narcissism is split and pathological–his grandiose self isn’t integrated with his realistic self (the regular, timid Corky)–but a renewed relationship with her just might bring about that oh, so needed integration. “Fats” won’t have that, though, and so the projected grandiose self will try to sabotage Corky’s relationship with Peggy.

Corky’s discussion with Peggy about Merlin’s “telepathy” with his wife is interesting. Just before his wife died, Merlin claimed he could read her mind. Goldsmith’s eerie, atmosphere music comes in at this point in the scene, suggesting a link between this telepathy idea and Corky’s wavering mental state. He admits he perhaps wants to believe in Merlin’s telepathy, since he imagines this telepathy between husband and wife shows how much they cared about each other.

This scene, of Corky’s discussion with Peggy about Merlin’s telepathy, can be linked to an earlier one of Corky holding a photo of Merlin, in the corner of which is a small photo of a woman, presumably the wife, since she’s neither Peggy nor Corky’s mother. If Merlin was a father transference for Corky, then perhaps the wife was a mother transference, too. A belief in telepathy can mean, for Corky, a way of feeling a stronger bond with those selfobjects (to use another term from Kohut) that he has, with an idealized parental imago, or with his projected grandiose self.

On the one hand, therefore, his use of the card trick on Peggy, to prove he may have a telepathic connection with her, is not just to seduce her, but also to prove he cares for and loves her; it’s also to establish her as a new selfobject for idealization. For on the other hand, Corky’s belief, or wish to believe, in telepathy is also the basis for his delusion that he’s having real conversations and exchanges of ideas with Fats; he knows ‘Fats’s’ thoughts, and so he can communicate with him. Fats, as his projected grandiose self, is another selfobject he needs as a source of narcissistic feeling, of the experience of continuity, coherence, and well-being (or, at least, as he can understand these in his delusional way).

So when he does the card trick with her, and he at first fails to guess the correct card in her hand, he gets rattled; for this failure suggests the unreality of telepathy, which would destroy the edifice of his delusional belief in a living Fats. It would also weaken his hopes of a strong bond with Peggy. Corky’s failure would thus lead to the loss of both selfobjects, leaving him with neither pole functioning, and he would descend into fragmentation and total psychosis.

He succeeds on the second try with the telepathy/card trick, though, and presumably it’s because of some trick, some form of “misdirection,” as Greene calls the basis of any magic trick–a distracting of the audience while the magician creates the illusion of magic. The fact, nonetheless, that Corky gets so emotional about succeeding or failing at “telepathy” shows that he really believes, or at least needs to believe, in it, as the basis of his delusional thinking about selfobjects like Fats.

Corky and Peggy make love, which is the first time she’s ever cheated on Duke, who is away on business. After Greene finds Corky and discovers his delusions about Fats, Corky has to kill him to stop him from seeking psychiatric help for him. Then Duke returns to Peggy, and he immediately has Othello feelings about Corky.

And in the introduction of Duke to the story, we see the further development of the theme of jealousy in Magic. We’ve already seen the jealousy of “Fats” towards Peggy and in Corky’s wish to be with her, him seeing her as his new selfobject of idealization, she who is replacing Merlin and his wife as such selfobjects, who in turn replaced Corky’s parents as such. As for his relationship with his parents-as-selfobjects of idealization, it is the nature of the Oedipus complex for the child to be narcissistically jealous of one parent having the Oedipally-desired other parent, this latter one whom the child wants to hog all to himself.

In Corky’s new parental transference with Peggy, Duke is in the role of father-transference, and Corky must get rid of him, too; for just as Duke is jealous of Corky getting his hands on Peggy (as a threatened father would feel by his son in the Laius complex), Corky is equally jealous of Duke not letting him hog Peggy all to himself.

Now, just as Corky has used the body of Fats to bludgeon Greene, so does he hide behind Fats’s body to stab Duke. He kills Duke not just out of the jealousy I’ve just described, but also because Duke has learned that Greene, whose drowned body he discovered in the lake, was Corky’s agent, after Corky denied knowing who Greene was, and therefore that Corky must have killed him [suspicious of Corky, Duke has rummaged around the room Corky is staying in and has found Greene’s identification hidden in one of Corky’s drawers].

In Corky’s mind, it’s Fats who has committed the murders of Greene and Duke, not himself, for Corky is projecting not only his grandiose self onto Fats (to the point of splitting it off and forming a separate personality), but he’s also projecting his murderous impulses onto the dummy.

Next, Corky must confront Fats in its “jealousy” over Peggy. Corky wants to elope with her, but she feels she owes it to Duke to tell him she’s leaving him first. (She, of course, doesn’t know that Corky has killed him.) Corky just wants to leave with her right away, imagining that his physical distance from the dummy will keep him safe from the split-off personality and its increasing manipulation of him.

Indeed, to get back to Duke when he was alive, it’s ironic that he, upon discovering Greene’s body on the shore of the lake, has tried to give the body the “kiss of life,” as he calls it, to make Greene’s body a living soul, and of course fails; on the other hand, Corky’s throwing of his voice for Fats, that harmonica breathing, if you will, has successfully made the dummy into a living soul (according to Corky’s delusions). Now, it is around the time when Corky’s hopes for eloping with Peggy are at their highest when we finally hear a single-tone melody on the harmonica, breathing the “kiss of life” into it and bringing it to musical life. Corky thinks he can just leave with Peggy and ignore Fats’s threats of confessing the murders.

Of course, dressed almost exactly like Fats now, Corky cannot psychologically separate himself from the dummy. His insistence of running away with Peggy has pushed Fats, in its “jealousy,” to make the split-off personality not only tell Peggy that Corky’s card trick was just to seduce her, upsetting her and making her want to leave him, but also to command Corky to kill her with that knife. It is here where Corky really falls apart.

He cannot get rid of his split-off grandiose self, now a multiple murderer, and he cannot be with his new selfobject of idealization. He’s been reintegrating the grandiose self, as we can see in the near-identical clothes, but it will dominate Corky. The roles are reversed: the dummy is making Corky move, as he imagines. Will it make him stab Peggy?

While in the middle of his psychotic frenzy, he presses his face against a mirror with a wild look on his face; when he collapses on the floor upon, we assume, complying with Fats’s command to kill her, we see the dummy in the reflection, for Corky and Fats are now one. Corky as Fats–doing his voice without the dummy present when he visits Peggy in her house–is clearly him being a dummy in more ways than one, so severe is his delusional state.

As it turns out, though, he doesn’t end up using the knife to carve her, but instead to carve a wooden heart as a gift for her. And as for a stabbing, Corky/Fats sticks the knife in his own gut, for the only way Fats can die is if Corky dies with him. It doesn’t matter how much one tries to project an unwanted part of oneself; that unwanted part will always be within oneself.

Peggy, loving the wooden heart and forgiving Corky, will be heartbroken to discover his suicide.

The Gods Must Be Furious–Chapter Two

The next day, social media was all abuzz about the freak accident. A few mentioned seeing a face in the clouds, but no one believed them.

A former employee of the Wellses, Jonathan Bailey, remembered how mean and stingy the two were, always paying him the minimum to slave away in a kitchen cooking for them, washing their dishes, taking out the garbage, and helping with the cleaning up of the mansion in general.

In his comments on the news story, he stressed the connection between their business, a weapons manufacturing company, and how the military is the world’s worst polluter and contributor to climate change.

“I’m not shedding one tear for them,” he commented. “Their death tells us that, apparently, there is a God.”

“Or that there are many gods,” Michelle replied to his comment.

“My comment was just meant as an expression,” Jonathan replied to her. “I don’t believe in any gods. The world’s too cruel a place to believe in any kind of divine justice.”

“Mine was literal,” she said. “In fact, I have a friend living in the area who claims she saw a face in the clouds during and after the thunderstorm.”

“If so, then I’d say I need to find her dealer,” he said in the comments with a lol. “I’ll bet she gets some good shit from him.”

She responded with a lol of her own. “Is there anyone else out there, a part of this discussion, who saw the face, or who knows someone who claims to have seen the face? I’d really like to know, for confirmation of my friend’s report.”

No replies.

“Anyone at all?”

Still no replies. 

Finally, Gary said, “I don’t know anybody who does, Michelle, but I’m a neopagan like you (I assume), and I’ll ask around the neopagan community, online and irl, if anyone else has seen, or knows anyone who’s seen, a face in the clouds that night.”

“Thanks, Gary,” she said. “I appreciate it. Add me as a Facebook friend, and if you know any others, we can discuss what happened from our perspective.”

“Cool,” Gary said. “I’ll be glad to help, and to friend you.”

Five minutes later, not only were Michelle and Gary Facebook friends, they were also engaging in a private message about the divine phenomena.

“A funny thing happened to me, several nights before that thunderstorm,” Michelle said. “I had a dream about the gods assembled in a dark…cave, or something, and they were all discussing how fed up they were with the wickedness of man, and they were planning to wipe out such men, while also giving warnings to everyone, though the wicked would never heed the warning.”

Gary paused with a gasp before typing his reply. “Did the gods discuss the ecological degradation, the endless wars, the war-god never getting a chance to sleep because of the wars, and the earth goddess weeping over these evils?”

Now, Michelle was the one gasping before replying. “My God, yes! Those exact things happened in my dream. Did you dream the same thing, around the same time as I did?”

“Not only did I have such a dream, like you, about two or three nights before the thunderstorm,” Gary typed. “So did a number of friends of mine, and other members of the neopagan community.”

Now both of them were gasping, and for a dozen seconds, they were unable to think about what to type next.

“Do you think there could be a connection between our shared dream and what happened to the Wellses, Gary?” Michelle asked.

“Let’s not jump to any hasty conclusions for now,” he answered. “Let’s wait and see if any more ‘freak accidents’ like that happen over the next few weeks or so.”

Stripes

We need not see white stars against a blue background
to know the blood of the red against the white. As early
as the Mystic Massacre of the Pequot, we already have
the proof we need to see the bloodlust of the 13 British
colonies, whose men began the first phase of the killing, with stripes of red on
red skin, hardly thanksgiving for all the good the aboriginals did for us whites.
We were helped in the cold; we burned them alive in their villages and tepees.

Analysis of ‘Eyes Without a Face’

Eyes Without a Face (Les jeux sans visage) is a 1960 French horror film directed by Georges Franju and written by Boileau-Narcejac, Jean Redon, Claude Sautet and Pierre Gascar, based on Redon’s 1959 novel. The film stars Pierre Brasseur, Alida Valli, Juliette Mayniel, and Edith Scob.

The response during the film’s initial theatrical release was not all positive, with controversy in Europe over the gore, which even though minimized to satisfy the censors, still caused a reaction of disgust from some critics. When released in the US, the film was oddly renamed The Horror Chamber of Dr. Faustus, and shown in a double bill with the 1959 Japanese-American horror film, The Manster.

Over the years, though, EWaF‘s critical reputation has improved, with contemporary critics praising the film’s poetic approach to horror, as well noting its influence on other movies (Halloween, Face/Off, and The Skin I Live In, to name a few examples; EWaF even inspired the Billy Idol song of the same name). The film is thus now considered one of the greatest and most influential horror films of all time.

Here is a link to quotes from the movie (in English translation). Here are links to the full movie (this one, though colourized and breaking down a few times, at least has the English subtitles synchronized with the French speaking).

The film begins with a kind of eerie carnival- or circus-like music during the opening credits, suggesting how the two villains of the movie are playing a macabre game on their unsuspecting young female victims. One of those villains, Louise (Valli), is driving a car outside of Paris at night with a tense look on her face; in the back seat is the faceless corpse of a girl Louise is about to dump in the river. Her driving out at night is a journey into the darkness, a losing of one’s way, metaphorically speaking, that sets the tone for the film.

The next day, Dr. Génessier (Brasseur)–the man who surgically removed the facial skin of the girl in a failed attempt to graft it onto the face of his daughter, Christiane (Scob), whose face has been disfigured after a car accident–is giving a lecture on skin grafts to an audience including women in awe and admiration of his abilities. Ever cool and emotionally detached in his attitude, the doctor leaves the admiring women thus to discuss, with the police, the discovery of what seems to be the corpse of Christiane (actually, it’s the body of the girl Louise dumped in the river).

Génessier (his name a pun on Genèse, or Genesis) fancies himself on the verge of a scientific and medical miracle: the transplanting of skin onto other people’s faces, as he has successfully done to Louise, and so he hopes, with utter determination, to do so for his daughter. The doctor thus has a God complex, playing God in changing the Chaos of his daughter’s disfigured face into the form of a new, pretty one, then looking on his work and seeing that it is good.

Christiane, whose name is an obvious pun on Christ, is the suffering servant, if you will, of her narcissistic “God the Father.” Her disfigured face would thus be like the bloody face of Jesus with the crown of thorns on his head. She’d rather die, yet her father keeps her ‘resurrected’ (even while she’s legally dead, with the body of the other girl buried in Christiane’s place at ‘her’ funeral, so no one other than her father and Louise knows she’s still alive) so Génessier can continue attempting grafts using the facial skin of other girls whom Louise will find for him and lure to his house.

He keeps Christiane’s despair alive, ironically, by keeping her hope alive…then frustrating it (if unintentionally) with his every failed skin graft. He tries to comfort her by telling her to keep faith in him, that one day, he’ll finally get it right; yet his version of faith, hope, and love, which would abide forever, is instead an eternal despair and self-loathing for her.

Until a successful graft is achieved, she has to wear an expressionless white mask, one that inspired the Shatner mask that Michael Myers wears in the Halloween franchise. And yet though she is disfigured, Christiane is no monster: she’s a gentle, kind-hearted soul, full of empathy and compassion. She loves, for example, the many stray dogs Génessier is holding captive for his medical experiments. Indeed, it is he who is the monster, a kind of combination of Dr. Victor Frankenstein (in his attempts to bring her to life, as it were) and the Frankenstein monster (in soul, if not in body).

For all of his supposed love of Christiane, Génessier is really doing the surgeries for his own vanity. As a typical narcissist, the doctor sees his daughter as an extension of himself. Seeing her disfigured face, he doesn’t feel compassion for her, but rather a wound to his own ego. When he looks at her, he’s looking into a metaphorical mirror. He has lost face figuratively, just as she has lost face literally.

Speaking of mirrors, all of those in his house have been removed, but she can still see her faceless face in other reflections–in glass, etc. He would have her wear her mask as a habit, though she doesn’t like wearing it, calling it more frightening than her disfigured face. The mask is to shield his eyes, not hers, from her disfigurement, for it reminds him of the fact that it was his fault she is disfigured: the car accident happened because he was driving too fast at the time. He doesn’t feel guilt over it, though–as a typical narcissist, he feels shame over it.

Also as is typical with narcissists, Génessier wants to have control over everyone and everything. When he was driving like a lunatic, he even wanted control of the road, so Christiane complains to Louise. Similarly, he wants control of Christiane [he even tries to control her smile later in the film, not wanting her to smile too much, after a temporarily successful graft] and Louise, as well as of all the dogs he has in captivity. There is a clear parallel between the two women and the dogs: the former are in a metaphorical cage, the latter in literal ones, as are some doves they have in the house. Christiane is what society, with its cruelly high standards of beauty, would call a “dog” because of her disfigurement, and accordingly, she is in a cage of her own.

At the funeral supposedly for Christiane, Louise feels a pang of conscience about the girl who really died, and she says she cannot go on doing what the doctor would have her do–find more girls for him to remove their facial skin. He slaps her and angrily tells her to be quiet. It’s clear he’s using Louise out of her sense of obligation to help him, since he repaired her face, and she wouldn’t want to seem ungrateful to him; so she’s in a cage of her own, too. She wears a choker pearl necklace to hide a surgical scar on her neck.

With his stony, cold expression, a truly ugly face, it’s also clear that he cares only about himself, not his daughter’s happiness. For in removing the faces of other pretty girls to put on Christiane’s, he may be restoring her beauty (if successful, which he ultimately never is), but he’s also destroying the beauty and lives of these other girls, something the doctor obviously doesn’t care about, despite his cool admission that he’s done much wrong in trying to restore Christiane’s face, a mere paying of lip service about his crimes.

Indeed, the father of the first victim, a girl named Simone, asks about the body discovered by the police, asking Génessier if he’s sure that it’s Christiane’s, and not Simone’s. Knowing full well he’s killed the man’s daughter, the doctor lies that the discovered body is Christiane’s, then abruptly leaves Simone’s father, icily saying the man still has hope of finding the girl (when, of course, he has no such hope at all).

EWaF, in a larger sense, can be seen as a social commentary on the pressures put on women to be beautiful, men’s preference of that beauty obviously being a huge source of that pressure. Génessier, as the head of Christiane’s patriarchal family, thus personifies that male preference of beauty.

Christiane doesn’t necessarily have to be beautiful, of course–she just needs to be loved. As one of her father’s latest experiments, she isn’t being particularly loved by him. She misses her fiancé, Jacques Vernon (played by François Guérin), her father’s medical associate (in the hospital nearby Génessier’s house) who assumes she’s dead as does everyone else. Even if she were to get a new face, how could she be with Jacques again? Discovery of her still being alive would lead to a new police investigation, the discovery that the faceless corpse is Simone’s, and criminal charges against Génessier.

Christiane yearns so much to be with Jacques again, to hear his voice, that she has a habit of phoning him, just to hear him talk; yet not daring to let him know it’s her on the other end, she cannot say anything. He just ends up being annoyed at the silence after his asking who the caller is, and he hangs up.

During the time leading up to the first of these phone calls, and starting with Louise having put the mask on Christiane, we hear some plaintive soundtrack music in C minor and in triple time, as she wanders about the house alone, seeing a photo of Jacques. Indeed, for a horror movie, EWaF has an overall sad tone to it, like George A. Romero‘s Martin. The scene ends with her seeing a painting of her former self with a dove on her hand. She looks wistfully at the picture, longing for the freedom she sees in it.

Louise goes out to Paris to find the next victim, a Swiss girl named Edna Grüber (Mayniel). As Louise befriends and charms Edna, soon offering a place for the college girl to stay while studying away from home, we hear that carnival/circus music again (“Générique“), for the game is being resumed.

Louise drives Edna to Génessier’s big, beautiful home out in the country, a charming place surrounded by trees, yet its distance from Paris is a problem for the university student. When she arrives at the house and hears all the dogs barking, this is an ill omen for her, and she’s having second thoughts.

When Edna is introduced to Génessier, Louise lies and calls him “M. Dormeuil,” a pun on dormir, “to sleep,” for indeed, Edna will soon be put to sleep with a cloth, soaked in chloroform, pressed against her face. Edna, after realizing what will have been done to her, will later die by suicide from a jump from a window on an upper floor of the house…”to die, to sleep, no more.” Dr. Génessier, the would-be bringer of the genesis of life, is actually Dr. Dormeuil, bringer of “that sleep of death” (Hamlet, Act III, Scene I).

What is the most unsettling scene in the whole movie is soon to come: Edna’s surgery to remove her facial skin, shown in agonizing, graphic detail, in real time. Génessier, assisted by Louise, of course, draws a line around Edna’s face to mark where he’ll cut the skin, and he draws circles around the eyes, too. We see the actual cutting and removal of the skin, ending the scene with a brief shot of the bloody interior of what was Edna’s face.

This infamous scene is what makes EWaF truly a horror film. At its screening at the 1960 Edinburgh Film Festival, seven audience members fainted during the surgery scene, and countless others walked out. When learning of the fainting, Franju quipped, “Now I know why Scotsmen wear skirts.”

Just before the surgery scene–in which Génessier and Louise maintain cold looks on their faces as they proceed to ruin Edna’s–we see Christiane wandering about, visiting the dogs in their cages. She pets several of them, showing them love and affection, an empathy and compassion sharply contrasted with the cold, clinical attitude of her father and Louise.

After seeing the dogs, Christiane goes into the operating room to see Edna, still unconscious and lying on an operating table. She comes close to Edna’s coveted, pretty face, and when she touches it, Edna wakes up. Now, Christiane has already removed her mask, so Edna sees in horror what’s up until this point been kept from us, the audience–how Christiane’s disfigured face actually looks: dark, skinless, scarred, and grotesque. Edna screams at an image that will soon be a mirror for her; Christiane also sees a soon-to-be mirror, for that face will soon be her new one, if only temporarily.

This mirror symbolism is important, for in seeing each other, the girls will identify with each other, too–Edna committing suicide (as Christiane has wanted to do), and Christiane gaining compassion for any future victims.

Indeed, when Christiane has Edna’s facial skin on, and she finally looks normal–if only for a time–she sees Edna’s face rather than her own in the mirror. It’s almost as if Edna is looking back at her. Christiane may be pretty again, but she still isn’t free. She also wants to be alive for Jacques, yet she’ll have to have a brand new identity, and all she wants to be is herself.

Edna’s body is put with Simone’s in the grave of ‘Christiane.’ If Christiane represents Christ, and Génessier represents the God of the Genesis creation story, then Simone (and Edna) can be seen to represent the one who some Gnostics believed was substituted for Christ on the Cross, Simon of Cyrene. This would in turn make Génessier the Demiurge creator of the physical world, whom the Gnostics often characterized as an evil god, that of the flesh as opposed to that of the spirit.

Génessier is not, however, the only man in this film who is using a female to further his interests and imperiling her to the point of possibly having her face cut off. The police have apprehended a girl caught shoplifting, and as their suspicions about Génessier mount, which include Jacques believing he’s heard the voice of Christiane on the phone, they want this girl, Paulette Mérodon (played by Béatrice Altariba), to dye her hair blonde to make her look more like the two missing girls and thus entice the predatory doctor to go after her. After all, Jacques having noticed–at the funeral–the pearl choker necklace high on the neck of the doctor’s assistant, Louise, matches the testimony of someone who’d heard Edna say Louise always wore that distinctive necklace.

Anyway, Christiane’s new skin soon begins to waste away, and so her father will have to find a new victim for another attempt at a graft. Pauline, with her hair dyed blonde, is sent to Génessier’s hospital, pretending to have migraines. The doctor will see her there, regard her face as a suitable one for the next graft, and have Louise ready to pick her up in her car just after Pauline has been discharged from the hospital.

Meanwhile, Christiane has not only lost hope in her father’s attempts to restore her face: she’s also grown a sense of moral disgust at what he’s been doing to these poor girls. She can’t bear to sit idly by and let other girls suffer the loss that she has suffered.

So while Génessier–called back to the hospital to discuss Pauline’s disappearance with the police, and therefore interrupted from the surgery in the nick of time–is absent from the operating room, Christiane takes a knife and cuts a wakened and terrified Pauline free from her restraining straps on the operating table. Then, when Louise returns to the operating room and demands that Christiane stop what she’s doing, the latter uses the knife to stab the former in the neck–fittingly, right where the surgical cut has been hidden behind the necklace–killing Louise.

Then, Christiane goes to the room with all the dogs in their cages, and she frees all of them. She also frees the doves in a large cage nearby. She’s freed all of these animals, as she freed Pauline, because of course she identifies with all of them. In freeing them, she’s freeing herself, for she’s accepted her appearance as it is; she no longer wants or needs a new pretty face, stolen from another victim.

The dogs, in their rage over how Génessier has treated them, run outside with his having returned and opened the door into their room, and they attack and kill him.

Christiane also comes out the same way with the doves flying after her, one of them resting on her hand as in the picture mentioned above. Just as she represents Christ as God the Son (or in her case, God the Daughter), so do the doves represent God the Holy Spirit. As for the Father…well, God is dead, as is the rule of the patriarchal family hitherto dominating her and insisting that she be ‘pretty’ again.

She disregards his bloody corpse and walks into the neighbouring forest with the doves fluttering by. She’s free because, even with the mask covering her disfigured face, she’s truly beautiful inside, with her good, compassionate heart. Even when the police (after the end of the film) presumably connect her with the stabbing of Louise, a self-defence plea (and defence of Pauline) should be easy, given the extreme nature of Génessier’s crimes, with Louise as his accomplice, and the compassion that should be felt by a jury for long-suffering Christiane.

Her acquittal will be her Ascension.

The Gods Must Be Furious–Chapter One

Kurt Wells and his wife, Samantha, were being driven home from dinner in a French restaurant one night in Vermont. He was looking through the business section of a newspaper, checking his stocks.

“How are your investments doing, Kurt?” she asked.

“Wonderful!” he said. “Excellent! They’re the highest they’ve been in…oh…four years.”

“Really?” she asked. “And so many people complain about the economy.”

“The people who don’t matter complain,” he said. “And the people who do matter, don’t complain.”

Their chauffeur, worried about his unemployed brother, tried to keep his sigh inaudible.

A sudden, loud crack of thunder startled all three of them. Then the rain started to fall.

“Have our large umbrella ready for us, Phil,” she told their driver.

“Yes, ma’am,” Phil said.

A huge gust of wind whistled by the car, startling them all again.

“Oh, dear,” she said. “This is going to be a nasty one.”

A flash of lightning switched the black of night to white for a split second. The rain was coming down heavily now, drenching the car.

The Wellses could see their mansion, surrounded by its large, gated lawn. In the flashing lightning and black of night, it looked to Phil like Dracula’s castle.

The gates opened, and the car went in. A bolt of lightning hit the right side of the gate just after the car drove past.

“My God!” Kurt shouted. “That scared the life out of me!”

“Oh, the gate is destroyed,” Samantha said. “How much it will cost to replace it!”

You can afford it, you billionaire bitch, Phil thought.

“Drop us off by the front door, and have our umbrella ready,” Kurt said. “I don’t want to go through the annoyance of parking in the basement parking lot, and then having to go up the stairs to the ground floor, what with my gout.”

Phil parked as instructed, and had the umbrella in his hand. He got out of the car and went over to open the right back door of the limo. He had the umbrella over himself for the moment.

“The umbrella is not for you, Phil, it’s for us!” Kurt snapped at him; then he held it over Kurt and Samantha.

Yeah, I’ve gotta get totally soaked for you, don’t I, you selfish oligarch bastard, Phil thought.

The couple got out of the car. A gust of wind blew rain all over Kurt and Samantha. His black tuxedo and her dark red evening gown were soaked.

“Phil, be careful!” she shouted. “Make sure the umbrella protects us from the rain!”

Yeah, like I’m supposed to be able to predict when the wind’s gonna blow the rain which way, Phil thought.

A bolt of lightning hit the walkway just a few feet behind where the three of them were.

“Oh, my God!” she screamed.

“Hurry up and get us inside, you lazy fool!” Kurt shouted.

Since when am I dawdling, you grumpy piece of shit? Phil thought. I wanna get out of this storm as quickly as you do. I can’t help it if the wind and rain are slowing us all down.

They’d reached the front door of the mansion and the butler opened it to let the couple in. Just then, the loudest crack of thunder they’d hear that night jolted all four of them.

Immediately after that, without even a second to calm down, a jagged fork of lightning came right at Kurt and Samantha, not only electrifying them, but also impaling them with its points.

They both screamed as their bodies shook and their blood sprayed and mixed with the rain. After several more seconds of this screaming, shaking, and spraying of blood—their bodies lit up like Christmas trees and burning to crisps—the forked spear of a lightning bolt disappeared, and the two lifeless bodies fell face-forward on the walkway immediately in front of the door.

They were charred black from head to toe. Holes in their chests, the diameter of thick spears, went all the way through from their backs to their fronts. Phil and the butler—shaking as much as their dead bosses had just been, their eyes and mouths agape—could see through their bosses’ backs to the concrete underneath. The two servants would keep shaking for another two minutes, always staring at the corpses.

Finally, Phil looked up at the night sky, for the storm had stopped just after Kurt and Samantha died. It stopped as quickly as it had begun. He intuited, correctly, that it was as if the whole purpose of the storm had been to cause the deaths of his wealthy bosses.

As he looked up there, he sensed how correct he had been to assume that it had, indeed, been the purpose of the storm, for Phil could clearly make out, in the darker spots inside the clouds, a large man’s face: eyes, nostrils, a smiling mouth, and even a beard.

It wasn’t pareidolia, either: it was too perfectly proportioned for that. In fact, Phil was sure he saw the eyes and mouth move.