Pearl
What do you mean, the film where the protagonist fucks a scarecrow in the first minutes is the one with a eight minute monologue, a single unbroken take, with a fixed camera? What the X is going on?
This is actually the prequel to X. All about the old slasher woman. Ironically, you don’t really get so much backstory, she is already crazy over spending the last pandemic cooped up in a farm with her strict GERMAN mother and invalid father, waiting for her husband away on World War One.
Her only outlet for art are the cow and sheep, and every time she goes into town to buy heroin for the father and watches a movie, her mother nags her. The father can only emote with his eyes.
The film projector dude befriends her, but as he’s a self-described bohemian, they eventually fuck. She’s just too weird for him, so he gets a pitchfork in the chest.
The sister-in-law invites her to a dance troupe audition, but she gets the part for being an All-American blond bombshell, and younger too, so she gets the axe.
The self-made orphan snaps. Finally, her dead parents are set for dinner with more rotting meat, Texas Chainsaw Massacre-style, just as her hubby arrive. She can’t wait to be with her again, and takes a face full of rotten meat, straight out of the meatgrinder that was trench warfare.
The slasher is the real monster, there’s not many evil people being killed for their sins. Some people just want to see the world burn.
This is my place for ramblings about sequences of images that exploit the human visual limitation know as persistence of vision.