29 January 2012

Pale Green Girl, Pale Green Boy

It was a minute before nine when I heard the call. "Are you coming to watch your movie?" I pried myself from my book and my computer screen, poured myself another glass of pale green cloudy fluid and sat down with Sonja and the Hammer in front of our television. Turner Classic Movies was showing "Soylent Green."

It had been a while.

Earlier Sonja had suggested I would pass out before the film was done. That was all the encouragement I needed to see it to its end. The film is a metaphor for a world, our world, eating its dead to prevent itself falling to the ground, each man and woman, wittingly and unwittingly, preventing themselves from becoming part of the pale green food chain.

The film's appeal for me, the reason I saw it in a theatre in 1973, is to watch Edward G. Robinson's last work. It is not his best but it is, for me, his most memorable role. Robinson was my favourite old time actor, preceded only by Groucho Marx.

Mass consumption of our own kind has not yet come to pass. I wonder if there are, on a smaller, if more demonic scale, I suggest in a hopeful metaphoric tone, secret societies, who do partake of the porky meat that hangs from our own delicious bones. Modern medieval Satanic Majesties gathered in shameful rooms flinging the cooked remains of corpses about.

I call for a re-make of Soylent Green, motherfuckers.


Anonymous said...

You are one crazy motherfucker, and I reading your shit. Plus you love music.
Keep up the posts. They start my bullshit day off
On a good note.

Mr. Beer N. Hockey said...

Your support of government unaided Canadian culture is much appreciated.

Jymn said...

On the pale green theme, one my favourite albums remains the Avengers' Penelope Houston's Pale Green Girl. Alas, not the Pale Ale Green Girl I was looking for.

Mr. Beer N. Hockey said...

Have not given it a spin for a while but Pale Green Girl is one of my very favourite records as well and one of only two in my collection that is autographed by the artist. Penelope's signature is on the other one too.

Jymn said...

May I ask how you got the autograph? Penelope hasn't played Vancouver as far as can for a long, long time. Eighteen Stories Down is my fave. If I don't hear "Qualities of Mercy" regularly I get a little ornery.

Mr. Beer N. Hockey said...

Penelope was kind enough to correspond with me for a bit years ago. One of my favourite Americans. I tried unsuccessfully to turn up her old guitar player Brad (and one of my favourite players) who, I gathered, was having a real bad time of it. Thankfully, he did eventually turn up.