One of my favorite movie "Genres" is the "Council Flat / Projects" Genre. I made up this genre myself, and it includes many superb movie watching goodnesses. Candyman is an example. So is the recent Caine mutiny called Harry Brown. An all time fav of mine is Smoke; Christmas dinner in the Projects, ma nizzah.
Today, so soon after my recent unhinged epic triumvirate with Plate and Green, I caught this little goodie, Heartless, which, ten years ago, would have sent me into a spiral of fear ending in a two or three month stint in the calmness of the loony tunes rooms. No shit, it has happened to me more than once in my tawdry, fun filled life. Let's just say I am committed.
There are enough points of reflection in this super little film to warrant a deep field plunge, but I ain't got the ju-ju for that mojo these daze.
Nevertheless, here are two morsels for your selection.
First, a character quotes Rilke. "Beauty is the beginning of terror".
Next are two screen shots taken from near the start of the movie, which occur pretty much one after the other. Note the name of the bodega in the second image.
Please, refrain from reminding me the main character of this ugly little gem lives with his Mother. Norma Bates, eat your heart out.
Heartless is on Netflix right now. Critics liked it a lot, audiences not so much, but you can trust Da WWWiz, it's horrorshow, my droogies.