Category: Arte
Review: Katherine
A 1975 TV movie I only learned about due to my infatuation with Sissy Spacek. She’s the titular character: the beautiful daughter of upper-class parents, someone with the means to lead a comfortable life, but who ends up joining a revolutionary marxist group in the vein of the Weather Underground from that same era, and subsequently ruins her life.

Full movie below. It’s on YouTube.
I will start by saying that I didn’t enjoy the movie. I can’t stand fiction about racial and class struggles. I despise marxism and its adherents. So the experience of watching this movie is something I mostly subjected myself to because I wanted to witness Sissy’s presence and acting. And she did a fine job, so in that sense it was worth it.
What I found particularly interesting early on is how the fatal flaw of Katherine, Sissy’s character, seemed to draw from her own life in a way that maybe she deliberately brought up to the screenwriter. Otherwise, maybe she sought the part because it reminded her of herself.
I’ve listened to some of her interviews, sought anecdotes behind the scenes, and read a third of her autobiography, so I know that Sissy Spacek is, or was anyway, very ambitious and competitive, and had a hard time losing anything. When Brian De Palma told her initially that she wouldn’t get the role of Carrie White in the famous movie, she let out expletives and hung up the phone. When a few years later she was told she likely wouldn’t get the part of a beat poets’ muse, she broke a glass in her hand. In both cases, she ended up getting the part. Regarding that beat-poetry-related role, breaking the glass actually helped her get the part, as it fit the character she was auditioning for. Sissy was a very headstrong, ungovernable person who fought like hell to get everything she wanted, even as a child.
Significant spoilers from here onward.
When it comes to this movie’s narrative, Katherine’s inability to handle failure is exemplified when, after graduating, she decides to move to Peru or some similar backward-ass country in South America, where she goes to teach them how to read and write. As I believe her own father put it, weren’t there enough uneducated children in the US? He also suggests that she wasn’t doing it for the poor people there, but to please herself.
When she gets to the country, she learns that the landowner is barely paying his workers, refuses to let them learn how to read or write in case they get uppity, and threatens to raise their rents if they become annoying. Sissy’s character is infuriated. She gets one of the workers flogged due to her influence, and afterwards she tries to join their militant group in the mountains, where they’re preparing for bloodshed. At that point, Katherine doesn’t believe in violence. When she refuses to supply weapons to the rebels somehow, their leader tells her that education is pointless, as the ones in charge possess the money and the means of violence to keep them oppressed forever. That “education is pointless” argument will return later in the movie.
Katherine is quite disillusioned already with the conditions of that country and her inability to make any changes, when an agent of the American embassy tells her that, due to her seditionary activities, she better fuck off back to America or else. She did return, but that became her turning point: she had attempted to change things in that foreign country and had failed miserably, returning with her tail between her legs. Her resentment and bitterness grew and grew, and never did stop until the explosive finale. Her concern for other people was contaminated by wounded pride, and I got the feeling that changing their circumstances was less important than defeating the people she blamed.
Katherine decided to become a volunteer teacher at a school that taught black children. There she met Fonzie, the popular guy from Happy Days. I’ve never watched that show nor have any wish of doing so, but the cultural impact of that character remains, from the “jump the shark” expression to Matt Damon doing Fonzie gestures on Mars. Happy Days was already ongoing when this TV movie was filmed. Although I didn’t like Fonzie’s character in this, he was often more sympathetic than Katherine. I got the feeling that the guy was very enthusiastic about being able to act as Sissy Spacek’s boyfriend, with all the cuddling and kissing it involved.
The movie was quite prescient about what would eventually become the US’ demise in real life, as pictured at 33:05 of the linked YouTube video.
Anyway, that period of Katherine teaching black kids ended in a chilling way. If the movie had been made in these marxism-soaked modern times, people of other races would have been depicted as innocent, blameless, oppressed for no reason. But Katherine and Fonzie are dismissed by a group of black supremacists that tell them that they should stop teaching black children, lest those children grow up to say shit like, “All whites aren’t bad; I liked my teacher.” They’re told that whites are the enemy and that they should all die. Oh, the joys of ethnically-diverse societies.
Katherine learns very little about this. If anything, she internalizes that narrative. She and Fonzie get involved with the anti-Vietnam crowds and other marxist movements. She makes herself ugly on purpose, starts lecturing everybody (including her parents) about how they’re fascist pigs and oppressors of various kinds, and in general becomes utterly insufferable for the rest of the movie. Fonzie impregnates her, but she eventually decides that having a child is fascist and that abortion is harmless. Her distraught parents do what little they can to put some sense into their daughter, but by then it’s too late.
Katherine gets in deeper with violent revolutionaries. Fonzie decides that dating a single woman is an affectation of the bourgeoisie, and decides to abandon Katherine and join a commune to presumably impregnate other women and let the community raise his children. Katherine decides to assault a school (or a college, I’m not sure), indoctrinate for a bit the bewildered kids, then gets arrested for breaking and entering, assault and battery, and other shit. Finally she decides that the only way the system is going to change is through Timothy McVeighing some fitting public building.
I have to concede to this movie that it wasn’t trying to pull off a One Battle After Another, Paul Thomas Anderson’s disgusting marxist turd, by making marxist revolution romantic. He even ended the narrative with the daughter joining a similar movement as if it were a sweet character development. This 1975 movie presents a downward spiral kind of narrative. There are a few telling moments in which the narrative implicitly suggests “these freaks are so far up their own asses with their indoctrination that they can’t function as human beings,” like when Fonzie uses marxist ideology to justify wanting to fuck off to a commune and fuck other women, or when Katherine has joined an underground movement and nobody wants to clean up dishes, because that’s oppressive or something. Didn’t make the movie palatable enough for me, though.
Sissy Spacek was great in her role, despicable as it was. She sold the frustration, the bitterness, the pathological aversion to losing, the indoctrination. She also was absolutely gorgeous in the first half, until she made herself uglier as part of her marxist crusade against goodness and beauty.
Anyway, I don’t really recommend this movie unless you’re a Sissy Spacek completionist.
New song “Schizosaurus Rex” from Odes to my Triceratops, Vol. 4
This is the last of the Udio-era songs from the fourth album that I had left to remix in Suno. From now on, it’s a clear path to the end of the album. However, I know that Suno will block the full lyrics of at least one of the songs, so I’ll need to figure out how to deal with that shit.
New song “Knife-Beard Dreams (progressive metal version)” from Odes to My Triceratops, Vol. 4
I produced the original version of this song back in the Udio days. I was very intrigued by the melody I managed to weave, but I disliked how some parts ended up, as well as the male voice. Thankfully, Suno has reinterpreted the song in ways that have superseded the original, to the extent that I haven’t included it even in the tail end of this compilation of variations.
Review: Carrie

I was born in 1985. Growing up, I didn’t watch movies from before the eighties. I had no control over what I could watch on TV, as I lived in my older brother’s bedroom. After I hit my twenties, I only watched a handful of movies from the seventies and earlier. The big ones, mainly: Jaws, Chinatown, Taxi Driver. I was aware of Carrie from popular culture. I knew that its protagonist was a shy girl who got bullied in school, lived with her religious nutcase of a mother, got deceived into going to the prom, had pig’s blood dumped onto her head, then proceeded to slaughter everyone inside. I didn’t know who Sissy Spacek was. The times I heard her name, I wondered who would have been so thoughtless as to call her child “Sissy.”
Recently I realized that I somehow managed to miss all of Sissy Spacek’s work from after I was born. Literally the only thing I briefly caught her in was Andy Samberg’s Hot Rod. She played Samberg’s mom. I didn’t even remember her from that movie, and by then, she was already old; sorry to say, I’m not attracted to old people. Hell, I’m not even attracted to most women my age. Also, I turned off the movie not even halfway through because I found it too goofy, and I was only watching it because Andy Samberg somehow managed to marry Joanna Newsom, with whom I was obsessed at the time.
Recently, as a forty-one-year-old man, I had the misfortune to come across Terrence Malick’s haunting Badlands, experienced Sissy Spacek properly for the first time, and I was struck in a way I couldn’t deny. Where had this girl been all my life?
Now I’ve watched Sissy’s Badlands, 3 Women, the godawful Welcome to L. A., Prime Cut, Ginger in the Morning, and two episodes of The Waltons she starred in. I was running out of her big roles from the 70s.
I didn’t want to watch Carrie. I hate horror movies, I don’t like Stephen King, and I didn’t want to see Sissy Spacek get abused. But tonight I put my big-boy pants on and started watching it. Sissy’s Carrie gets harassed by seemingly her entire class of girls for being bad at volleyball. In a strangely-erotic scene, we witness Sissy caressing her breasts as well as the rest of her beautiful, pale, freckled body in the shower, before she experiences menstruation for the first time. When Carrie, who had no clue what was happening to her because her mother is a sickening nutcase, begged her classmates to help her, they mocked her relentlessly and threw tampons and pads at her as Sissy curled into herself in a corner of the showers. Then a teacher came and slapped Carrie. Then she got called into the director’s office, who proceeded to call her Cassie four times.
By then I was done. I didn’t want to keep watching. People are terrible, I have had to deal with and witnessed terrible behavior at school, but I had a hard time believing that Carrie had happened to land in a class where virtually all the girls were sociopaths. I didn’t buy that the school director, principal or whatever that careless fuck was would get her name wrong four times after getting corrected. This was just piling on for some purpose that didn’t sit well with me.
It already hurt to see Sissy Spacek behave like a scared wild animal who can only expect to be mistreated. But I continued watching nonetheless. Thankfully, the rest of the movie is more nuanced than that. There’s cinematography and imagery to praise, particularly a sequence involving a circling camera during the prom dance. There’s a surprise along the way that I don’t want to spoil regarding the circumstances around Carrie getting invited to the prom. But in the end, I got mostly what I already expected to encounter: a shy, traumatized girl gets bullied, eventually invited to the prom, ends up on stage as the prom queen, and gets pig’s blood dumped onto her, which convinces her that every human being in sight deserves to die. I can’t exactly blame her for breaking.
The prom scene is extremely memorable, but simultaneously way sillier than I expected. Some general spoilers from now on. I got the sense that the filmmakers, when trying to put it together, ended up thinking, “She’s telekinetic, yes, but how on Earth would she use telekinesis to murder all these people?” So we have some silly moments with Carrie controlling a hose and spraying people. Electricity gets involved, someone dies who didn’t deserve it, and eventually the whole place seems to burn.
Looking back, I doubt that Carrie tried to kill people in the beginning. She went directly for the hose and went around spraying whoever was available. She could have launched any objects in sight as projectiles, but didn’t. Then, some people got electrocuted, and she pivoted to murder as if thinking, “Oh well, I’ve already caused some people’s deaths. May as well go all the way.”
Also, a couple of bastards get their car and themselves blown up after they attempted a little hit-and-run on the bloodied prom queen. Good riddance to those pig fuckers.
Before I watched the movie, I didn’t know what happened to Carrie after she returned home, and now I wish I still didn’t know.
What maybe hurt the most regarding Carrie is that, leading to the prom, she had started to assert and believe in herself. She put her abusive mother in her place, she made a beautiful dress for herself, and hoped that for once in her tragic life, she could spend a single evening in public without being abused.
Sissy did an extraordinary job playing Carrie. She inhabited all the fear, pain, hope, gratitude, murderous revenge. I understand how everyone for decades remembered her as “the girl from Carrie,” although this is a role completely unlike her as a person, as far as I can tell from interviews and her autobiography. And of course, Sissy was hauntingly beautiful on this movie. Also, her mother didn’t name her “Sissy.” That comes from the nickname her brothers used for her as their sister.
Travolta was also in the movie, playing a dumb motherfucker. Didn’t like him one bit, but I guess Travolta played him just fine.
I don’t have the kind of temperament that would allow me to like this movie even if I wasn’t obsessed with Sissy Spacek to begin with; seeing her being bullied and abused isn’t something I would do for fun. People liking this movie seems to me more like bonding over shared trauma. I can admire what the film accomplishes. Enjoying the experience of watching it is another matter.
Carrie White is a Medusa of modern times. She deserved better.
New song “A Man of Trash” from Odes to My Triceratops, Vol. 4
Figuring out the fitting genre for this song was the hardest to nail down of every song on this album. I tried alt-country, art punk, alternative metal, dub-weighted boom bap, milonga, sophisti-pop, rembetiko, and cantautori. Only when I tried the obscure tishoumaren the result felt right, and I had to discard some of my original assumptions about what emotions the song should render. I’m quite happy with the final result.
New song “Knife-Beard Dreams (psychedelia version)” from Odes to My Triceratops, Vol. 4
This is the second song of the fourth album, after the wild opener “A Tribute a True a Work of a Art.”
Both “Knife-Beard Dreams” songs were produced about two years ago, during the tail end of the Udio era, and it shows, sadly: the musical composition is way more elaborate than what Suno produces natively or what you can coax out of it as far as I can tell. Whether that makes for better songs in general, I’m not entirely sure, but my OCD nature misses that old workflow.
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