The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

The Art of Cinema #363

Tomb of Ligeia
(Roger Corman; 1965)


swac said...

Weird, just last week I sent this image to a friend of mine who named his new black kitten Vincent Price (and hadn't seen Ligeia). I also recommended he watch this on a double bill with Mean Streets.

Pascal Dizin said...

That's a great poster (and blog, which I just discovered).
I was in an International Cinema class a while back where one day Elizabeth Shepherd came in and talked, and the teacher screened this movie.
Ms. Shepherd was just about the nicest lady, and it was a real trip hearing this very poised elderly woman talk about her experiences making horror movies like this one (one story involved a special effect where a bird appeared to peck out her eye).
Apparently she was originally cast to play Emma Peel in the Avengers, and she even shot a couple episodes but she started wanting to change lines, and was in general butting heads with the other creatives. She was fired and Diana Rigg took her place. Rigg can't be beat, but ever since I met Ms. Shepherd I've always wondered what if...?

G said...

My vote for Corman's all around best movie. A thing of real beauty when you see it projected.