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GLIMPSES OF THE MYSTERY
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You might be wondering, "Hey sicko, did you set out to compile this gory cavalcade of crushed melons?". The answer is an emphatic "No!". I was actually in the process of writing up a decidedly happier piece called "The Treasure of Thwarted Expectations," in which I catalog my delight in some of the wondrous surprises that came to us in Part Fourteen, among them the Conference Room Sting on the Deplorable Deputy Dickweed, the Mysterious Return of Naido, Vegetarian Andy and The Fireman's Documentary, Super Sykes of the Garden Glove, and of course Sarah Palmer's (Somewhat Darker) Reprise of Her Daughter's Face-Removal Trick (runs in the family, I guess). As I was collecting a grisly still of Sarah's throatless jilted suitor for the post, I was seized by a chilling sense of how often I've had the unpleasant task of taking these photos of destroyed (or at least very badly damaged) human heads. As I searched back through THE GLASS BOX photo archive, I could hardly believe how much devastating head trauma we've seen--in almost every episode, excluding Part Seven, we see a badly conked noggin or at least a serious pain in the neck. So, though I'm hesitant temporarily to table my essay on the treasure of thwarted expectations, I suppose it is only fitting to adjust my expectations of the evening's labor to bring you the following grisly assemblage of head trauma in The Return, starting with the big fella who got me thinking along these lines. I would say, "Enjoy!" but that seems like the wrong sentiment. How about "Be edified!"? As difficult as these images are to look at, they are profound reminders of our finitude. Inured as most of us are to images of violence and brutality in films, it can be powerful occasionally to slow things down to a still shot and seek edification from images of death and mortality that show us how fragile we are--we beautiful, ugly, perfect, flawed, simple, endlessly complex spiritual unities of intellectual, emotional, moral, and physical being that can be broken so easily, suffering head trauma of so many varieties, physical and otherwise. Let's end on a positive note, though, shall we? Some of the most compelling heads we've seen so far are nothing short of cosmic fountains of healing light, right? So let's take a gander at those before we go to sleep, hmmm? Ahhhhh. Much better!
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Fiona
8/16/2017 05:42:57 pm
Really interesting summary. May I add to this list the strange way Mr C squeezes Jacks face in part 2 and kills him.
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Mr. Roque
8/16/2017 09:32:08 pm
Absolutely. Terrific! Thanks for the suggestion.
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