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 Golden Age of the Anti-Masterpiece #3

Tabonga the Walking Tree gives a wooden performance in From Hell It Came (Dan Milner, 1957)


swac said...

"...and to hell it can go!"

Flickhead said...


Richard said...

This was one of the first movies I ever saw in that brief period where my young mind was becoming capable of following a narrative thread in anything other than a cartoon. What a leap, from Huckleberry Hound to THIS! Tabonga and this film were very very upsetting to me.

Years later, my mother would ask me on occasion whether I remembered a film called 'From Hell It Came," and when I'd say "Yes!" she'd bust out laughing.