Monday, November 07, 2005

bunnies and badlands

I am sure there are others, but there were two great articles of note in the New York Times yesterday: one about a giant rotting bunny rabbit and the other about my favorite filmmaker of all time, Terrance Malick.

Malick is the director of Badlands, Days of Heaven, The Thin Red Line, and now The New World, which the Times points out is "yet another bad-hair movie" for Colin Farrell. Badlands is my favorite of the group and, in my humble opinion, the best film of all time. Absolute perfection. Martin Sheen is young and hot James Dean wannabe who goes on a killing spree with his teenage girlfriend, played by Sissy Spacek, after Spacek's dad objects to their relationship and Sheen kills him (and burns down his house in one of the most beautiful fire scenes in film history).

Anyway, the Times article is a treat, in part, because, in addition to not being a particularly prolific filmmaker (3 films in 32 years?), Malick doesn't get a great deal of press. The author, Caryn James, clearly adores Malick almost as much as I do.

The rotting bunny? The rabbit, the result of the work of an Austrian art collective, 200 feet long and 20 feet high and made from wool and hay, lays splayed on the top of mountain peak in Italy.

The best part of the article comes when one of the artists describes the appeal of the rabbit:

"It's rotting away and the intestines are running out of its side, but it's really sweet," Mr. Janka said. It has a warmth and a gravity. It's nice to lie on it." It's especially nice if you're interested in the way things rot: grass has sprouted through the rabbit's skin, it's beginning to ooze a brown liquid, and animals have foraged inside. Decay, it seems, is the whole point. "You climb upon the rabbit and feel like a maggot in its flesh," Mr. Janka said. "And then you are so happily transforming into a fly, and floating away."

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