Pulse
There are two nightmares I had as a child that I still remember. They both came during a fevered sleep.
S. was our housemaid and she came and washed clothes and cleaned the house everyday. In one of my nightmares, S. was washing our clothes on a big stone placed in the center of a concrete platform. The platform was designed to drain water from the washing into a small gutter. As S. was beating my mother's sarees on ths stone , a strange thing happened; the colors of the saree began to fade and run into the gutter. And along with it, S.
Imagine a three-dimensional person turned into a two-dimensional palette of red, purple and black, and dissolving into oblivion. This was my own 'Scream' and scream I did, when I woke up in the middle of the night.
A few weeks ago, I watched a movie that came close to representing what existential horror was. After watching 'Pulse' I was left with an incredible sadness, one that lingered for some days before dissipating.
There were no weird-eyed freaks or girls of the Japanese horror genre in this movie. It was more of a meditation on loneliness combined with a backstory based on the supernatural. What does my dream have to do with Pulse? It seems that the difference between existing and not-existing is just one of dimensions - three to two, and then you're gone.
S. was our housemaid and she came and washed clothes and cleaned the house everyday. In one of my nightmares, S. was washing our clothes on a big stone placed in the center of a concrete platform. The platform was designed to drain water from the washing into a small gutter. As S. was beating my mother's sarees on ths stone , a strange thing happened; the colors of the saree began to fade and run into the gutter. And along with it, S.
Imagine a three-dimensional person turned into a two-dimensional palette of red, purple and black, and dissolving into oblivion. This was my own 'Scream' and scream I did, when I woke up in the middle of the night.
A few weeks ago, I watched a movie that came close to representing what existential horror was. After watching 'Pulse' I was left with an incredible sadness, one that lingered for some days before dissipating.
There were no weird-eyed freaks or girls of the Japanese horror genre in this movie. It was more of a meditation on loneliness combined with a backstory based on the supernatural. What does my dream have to do with Pulse? It seems that the difference between existing and not-existing is just one of dimensions - three to two, and then you're gone.
