The Real Last Date
So Mick was in the area. I was living near Venice and getting to know some more of the remnants of the beatniks in the area and having some adventures. I was having a little trouble finding a job, which I thought would be more plentiful in the greater Los Angeles area and I was living off meager savings that I had hoped would accumulate and help pay for more semesters at college.
I had seen a poster of some "underground" movies that were to be shown, and it was a double bill put on by The Moving Finger (which itself is a line from a poem, "The moving finger writes, and having writ moves on" ... the Rubaiyat ... I feel a need to tell you that, and that the line means taking responsibility for your actions). A double bill of "Freaks" and a Kenneth Anger film "Scorpio Rising".
I'd been seeing a lot of arthouse films in the area at that time, "Woman of the Dunes" and some Japanese films at UCLA so I was happy there were going to be some films close by to see.
So I think I met him at the theater and we sat together to see "Freaks" which was wonderful. I'd seen it before, and thought it was great, worth re-seeing.
And then the extremely weird Anger film. Now I realize that people all have their own individual experiences when watching films. But the Scorpio Rising was uncomfortable with all the Christ images, homoeroticism and bikers and Bobby Vinton singing "Blue Velvet" ...
and another song called "Torture", a hokey little song that when placed in this context of visuals was just a little creepy to me
so I was getting uncomfortable watching this, as it was just a very different sort of film .... and once in awhile I'd glance at Mick sitting next to me and he was ... he was just sitting there watching all this like it was a movie! Quite casually watching this and seeming to enjoy it immensely. Which made me more uncomfortable, you see.
And the scene at the very end, and thank God the movie was at its conclusion, the scene where some weird leather guy stands with his legs apart over a traffic cone .... that was a long held shot, and Mick turned and gave me this really creepy smile ... you know? And I was thinking oh shit, now what?
(I'd hoped that was the concluding scene, but it WASN'T
! That film went on and on, it seemed awfully, unbearably long for a twenty minute film)
The lights came on and people started rustling and standing up ... Amazingly I saw a woman I knew seated a few rows down, and I bolted down and asked for a ride home.
You know, I'd just broken up with my boyfriend and I just thought it would be nice to have someone to go to the movies with. But as we putted along that evening in some kind of little foreign car, with the windows down, I decided I didn't mind not seeing that guy again ... neither of them. And I could justify not being around Mick quite easily, as I even recalled the time he had been a bit rude to my mother.