tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327605674280773646.post6079977149368416770..comments2024-02-25T21:23:09.512-05:00Comments on Stale Popcorn: Review: Lake MungoGlenn Dunkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05424659636310160482noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327605674280773646.post-8184535758262924812013-07-20T04:01:44.602-04:002013-07-20T04:01:44.602-04:00You got it. I watched the film some years ago (tha...You got it. I watched the film some years ago (thanks to you, I the film is so great that I took hours to subtitle it for my mother to see. She loved it). And I still get goosebumps thinking about it. Just checked back to see what you had to say, you being an Aussie and "horror" film devotee. It is not so much a toe-curling scare, more like a story that breaks your heart. At least, that is what remained for me. I work on a study about photography and literature and find it wonderful (and creepy) how the film exploits the old idea of how people being photographed (or filmed, for that matter), leave a bit of themselves (literally, particles) in these photos. As Barthes put it: Every photography is a witness of presence. Dead but there. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com