Barbara Hershey transforming furious celtic warrior ( A killing in a small town), Christina Ricci (The family Adams), Geena Davis (Thelma and Louise), Lynda Blair (The exorcist), Mia Farrow (Rosemary's baby). These actresses have in common: All are born under the astrological sign of Aquarius, and all of them have been characterized monsters or psychopaths beings. Looks like a program of movie bussines for aquarians women/actresses.
ABOUT "KILLING IN A SMALL TOWN":
Barbara Hershey is excellent and several scenes: Remarkable weeping/leaking Objective scene (minute 4.oo), Erotic moment followed by the tragic phonecall, Repression scene. Very good teleplay by Cynthia Cidre. Gyllenhall excellent actor's director.
The objective scene of "crying" reminded me the final of the short story "Miss Grill" of Katherine Mansfield (disciple of Gurdjieff) a pathetic case of total identification. Here the beginning and the final of this story.
MISS BRILL (1920)
By Katherine Mansfield
Although it was so brilliantly fine - the blue sky powdered with gold and great spots of light like white wine splashed over the Jardins Publiques - Miss Brill was glad that she had decided on her fur. The air was motionless, but when you opened your mouth there was just a faint chill, like a chill from a glass of iced water before you sip, and now and again a leaf came drifting - from nowhere, from the sky. Miss Brill put up her hand and touched her fur. Dear little thing! It was nice to feel it again. She had taken it out of its box that afternoon, shaken out the moth-powder, given it a good brush, and rubbed the life back into the dim little eyes. "What has been happening to me?" said the sad little eyes. Oh, how sweet it was to see them snap at her again from the red eiderdown! ... But the nose, which was of some black composition, wasn't at all firm. It must have had a knock, somehow. Never mind - a little dab of black sealing-wax when the time came - when it was absolutely necessary ... Little rogue! Yes, she really felt like that about it. Little rogue biting its tail just by her left ear. She could have taken it off and laid it on her lap and stroked it. She felt a tingling in her hands and arms, but that came from walking, she supposed. And when she breathed, something light and sad - no, not sad, exactly - something gentle seemed to move in her bosom.
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On her way home she usually bought a slice of honey-cake at the baker's. It was her Sunday treat. Sometimes there was an almond in her slice, sometimes not. It made a great difference. If there was an almond it was like carrying home a tiny present - a surprise - something that might very well not have been there. She hurried on the almond Sundays and struck the match for the kettle in quite a dashing way.
But to-day she passed the baker's by, climbed the stairs, went into the little dark room - her room like a cupboard - and sat down on the red eiderdown. She sat there for a long time. The box that the fur came out of was on the bed. She unclasped the necklet quickly; quickly, without looking, laid it inside. But when she put the lid on she thought she heard something crying.
