Last night I viewed for the first time since I heard about it when I was 11, Carl Dreyer’s Passion of Joan of Arc. Falconetti was as amazing as advertised, and there were shots and parts of the movie that were brilliant, but the parts that annoyed me were many, so I guess I didn’t watch it reverently enough. Jeff rented it for me; that man indulges me scandalously. In the end I was glad I saw it for Antonin Artaud’s performance. Since I was quite small I’ve had a crush on Artaud, cause I thought and still think he was hotter than a two dollar pistol, even if he was severely crazy.
Don’t click here if you don’t want to find out why it’s a really bad idea to have sex with a raccoon.
Now that you’ve had a laugh at some drunken wacko’s expense, find out why you might feel bad about it.
Good for the raccoon! Justice is served.