Sixteenth in the 1K a Day Motivational Series, in which I talk about something that happened in the previous week that could have or did prevent me from writing a minimum of 1,000 words on a given day, or possibly talk about something that provided support to get me through the day.
It’s the last week of April so it’s time for the next Inspiration post!
So now then. Are you confused? Because you fucking should be. That movie, A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night, is a thing I watched this past week. It is described in its Wikipedia article as an Iranian Vampire Spaghetti Western, and that’s just the tip of the crazy iceberg. This movie should have been a B thriller, but its respect for its subject matter and the seriousness with which it approached itself caused me to watch it as both a critical piece of film and as a wonky, wild movie.
Somehow, incredibly, it succeeds at being both.
The titular Girl is the vampire. Much of the movie is centered around her and the choices she makes in her victims. It is often a quiet, contemplative film. Sometimes it is a surrealist painting. Sometimes it is a psychedelic romance. Every so often it remembers it is about a vampire and they throw some violence in there.
I don’t think calling it an Iranian Vampire Spaghetti Western can adequately explain this movie, nor do I think any amount of talking about it can do it justice. It’s so strange, so defiant, that I was left struggling for terminology to even efficiently talk about the movie. I was reduced to describing the scenes as they happened, with incredulity and wonder.
The vampire acquires a skateboard and there are scenes where her chador is seen flapping behind her in imitation of a bat’s wings while she rides the skateboard down the street.
There are intimate moments of poking egg yolks without breaking the yolk that draw parallels with a vampire having a relationship with a human.
The male lead looks like the Persian James Dean.
The male lead’s father is a drug-addled junkie and at one point he believes his dead wife has possessed his cat.
This movie is so many things that it defies organization, categorization. Director Ana Lily Amirpour created a film that’s going to stick with me for a long while as its scenes and themes continue coming back to me over time.
This, much like Aku no Hana, is not a piece of media that I would lightly recommend to just anybody. It is available on Netflix, if you are ready to be befuddled.
It inspires me because it created in me a complex tapestry of emotional and intellectual sequences. I pull on one thread and it begins to unweave three separate pieces at once. It has lodged itself in my brain. It is weird, but it is transcendent of that term. A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night is like nothing else I have ever seen before, and because I have seen a great many things in my time, it impresses me and inspires me. There is more to discover in this world. Not every story has been told in every way it can be told. There is still originality. There is still uniqueness.
Find that which inspires you and be inspired. Go and create. Chase the new ideas, the new visions. And always remember to write the hell on, writers.