Thursday, 24 March 2016

Driving in cars from boys

"Someday our youth will be tiny, distant flags
behind us (it is hard to picture this,
but try), and we will tell our sons and daughters
that when the world is too big, and everyone
just wants to be larger than life, it helps
to feel little again."

It Follows isn't a film about sex it's a film about suburbia. 

(Sex is just a vehicle like a second hand car or a pair of pink underwear to get you from a to b after all)

Time hurts. Ghosts and time travellers chase me slowly and it is cruel that embarrassment still packs a punch when coupled with post traumatic stress disorder. And there is something deeply suburban to childhood sexual abuse, which in turn is deeply 90s, all those contained malls belong to that decade too. 

It Follows is a cinematic study of where the suburbs end and cities begin, of the impossibility of escape from the window watching and spot picking psychosis induced by the absent minded parent to child transformation, the lazy river of adolescence. (Waiting, waiting for the miracle to come but everyone's gone to the rapture without me).

This is the wish for grown-upness gone wrong that slides so stickily into the inevitable inverted terror of the previously so elusive but eventually accomplished escape. Escape is not necessarily the same as freedom and driving in cars with boys (from boys?) can be horrific as well as euphoric. Or rather it can be both simultaneously. Carrie did it, Lux did, we did it, you remember right?