Outer Order Media

Tune In Tuesday, transmission from the Drainpipe: Arrow’s Southland Tales Blu-ray is here, and it’s like staring into the cracked neon mirror of mid-2000s paranoia. Richard Kelly’s half-prophecy, half-cosmic prank arrives in a 2K restoration that smooths some of the jagged pixels but never blunts the delirium. Both cuts are present: the theatrical (a fever dream already) and the Cannes (longer, weirder, breathing just a little slower, like it knows the end is coming but wants to dance anyway). The extras feel like transmissions from a lost channel: making-of reels, animated shorts, Kelly himself trying to decode the mess he birthed. No, the graphic novels aren’t here, but maybe that’s fitting—this movie always wanted you to fill in the blanks with your own fever. Verdict? Essential if you ever believed cinema could glitch itself into prophecy. A slab of disc-shaped apocalypse, filed under: sacred trash, maximalist scripture, junk-future gospel. Drainpipe approved.

  A Descent Into The Maelstrom by Edgar Allan Poe (published 1845)    The ways of God in Nature, as in Providence, are not as our ways ;  nor are the models that we frame any way commensurate to the vastness, profundity, and unsearchableness of His works, which have a depth in them greater than the  well of Democritus . -Joseph Glanville    WE had now reached the summit of the loftiest crag. For some minutes the old man seemed too much exhausted to speak.     "Not long ago," said he at length, "and I could have guided you on this route as well as the youngest of my sons ;  but, about three years past, there happened to me an event such as never happened to mortal man -- or at least such as no man ever survived to tell of -- and the six hours of deadly terror which I then endured have broken me up body and soul. You suppose me a very old man -- but I am not. It took less than a single day to change these ha...