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la nuit magique
1985
musical
very few spoken passages
i first saw this when i was twelve years old, during summer vacation, while eating fritos scoops & drinking mystic iced tea.
a struggling singer/composer is visited by three angels who promise him fame, love, happiness & anything else he might want. he signs [or sings, rather] the cosmic contract. instant gratification. one of the angels starts shooting him suggestive looks. he wants her. she wants him. she pisses off the higher powers & becomes a mortal. he gets her. he becomes obsessed with & possessed by his work & fame. he reaches a point where it no longer satisfies him, illustrated by greasy hair and manic cries of "clap clap!" he then decides he wants to die. tragedy. bells. carol laure. the end.
a second glimpse was afforded a few months back when it materialized on the box. something of an obscure film [at least to my knowledge], it certainly belongs to its decade. nick mancuso leavens the cheese factor somewhat, but his brooding ends up feeling a bit out of place. the fact that leonard cohen wrote the lyrics to the songs is somewhat amusing, given their over-the-top delivery.
watching this film for the second time, the added years & "maturity" allowing me to see it in a very different way, i was struck with something crawling toward nostalgia. it isn't something i often experience. just the memory of a time when everything seemed a bit brighter & i didn't know nearly as much as i do now. the sweet didn't reek of saccharine bullshit. i collected mystic iced tea caps. i still have a bag full of them, most of which are sticky & stained light brown. i stopped drinking it years ago. one day it just tasted too fucking sweet, almost repugnant.
that's a cheese factory for you.
clap clap.
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