Tony Scott
Miriam Si Sveglia A Mezzanotte

THE REVIEW

Tony Scott - "Miriam si sveglia a mezzanotte" (The Hunger) 1983

Today I have a witch's spell: Miriam wakes up at midnight... This time the title in the Italic language is more poetic than the original - The Hunger: the direction is by the Australian Tony Scott, brother of the more famous Ridley Scott, but, despite the debut, it is not a film shot carelessly. On the contrary, you can feel Scott's background as a video clip author, which gives this Vogue horror musical its typical 80s style; that is, cinema expanded to music video, seasoned with essential dialogues, impeccable cinematography, fashionable clothes, rock and classical music, charming stars. The film is based on the homonymous novel by Whitley Strieber, here the vampires go narrow and slit their victims with an ankh or Egyptian cross, (which hides a stiletto), linking to mysterious Egypt and the complex symbolism of the cross. The ankh, the ANKH of Venus planet, deity, and alchemical metal, is considered a symbol of life. Here it is for the "vampires" and simultaneously is the instrument and symbol of death for humans.

The theme is the obsolete but eternal one of vampirism. And of geriatrics, meaning the study of cellular obsolescence and the struggle for life to combat it from cradle to grave. The fairy tale vampires, without many Christian compliments and false pity, do it with the blood of other lives, and the remaining humanity does it more vaguely with itself through food, money, sex, politics, weapons... etc. etc. Even some very small collapsed stars suck gas and grow by vampirizing the larger companion of the binary system. In the human binary system, love is a demon, between human and divine, taught Plato, and thus A woman sucks the man's sexual energy and seed to create a fetus that in turn feeds through her and then in turn takes life from her... And the cycle continues. The vampire, a supernatural being, says no to the human chain of births and deaths... So does the protagonist, Miriam - ancient Egyptian vampire, a kind of Black Isis and immortal, who instead of reassembling Osiris nourishes herself with blood elixir to remain forever young. Her favorite lover - David Bowie - for at least 3 centuries can remain calm... then, a parable of human justice, ages suddenly, and falls like a withered drone.

Today I have gotten a lumbar tear from basketball and am here in bed writing, without my favorite analgesic, the Soma complex, which the healthcare jerks have taken off the market because it worked - as I was saying, I have gradually stiffened like in the dramatic scene of the film, when John Blaylock/Bowie is abandoned by the hospital geriatric doctors for hours and hours in the waiting room, while he ages and entropies in the most absolute immobility. The geriatrician Sarah Roberts - the Sarandon - aided by sapphic love, will break the magic circle, and the dehydrated dead in the vampiress's closet will take a breath life and take revenge on the priestess of love and death.

For the next three months, at work, they will not see me: I have decided to call in sick, and I will be able to say like in the film "I am the master of my time."