Scumbag dude cheats on his wife while she is six months pregnant, that’s vilest than most Trump moves. But is she pregnant, or just a giant spider? Why does it start with a sub-rosa strip club where topless woman torture themselves with spiders?

What the hell was Saramago smoking when he wrote this? And Villeneuve for adapting it? I bet the book has more history lectures on dictatorships and more Marx and Hegel quotes.

Is this some kind of apology for cheating on wives, a general explanation for the male behaviour, where two personalities coexist on the same mind.

Do all men have a shy, meek history teacher, keeps himself busy grading papers and gets used as a sex object by his girlfriend? What about an extrovert actor, brash towards her pregnant wife, complaining about organic blueberries? Of course, as time goes by the point of view changes: the meek teacher has a rundown apartment because it’s where fucks the mistress. He’s the one going to the “sex with spiders” shindig.

The actor is the loving husband, actually. The scene in the university campus gets even more clear: her wife visits him and gets completely ignored, in case the mistress finds them. What a scumbag.

In the end, the good personality gets killed after the mistress notices he is married (since they switched around, she can tell she is with another person), while the evil dude reconciles with the pregnant wife and gets back to the spider sex underground club.

All the questions are apropos, this left me generally confused.


This is my place for ramblings about sequences of images that exploit the human visual limitation know as persistence of vision.

Ephemera of Vision