Rain being codified as Madness to egotistical men is such a phenomenal insight when you think about what a dash of rain actually does to the senses.
If you look at rain as an expression of the unbridled potency and raw power of Emotions breaking free… but you live in a society or world that denigrates emotions and decimates its woman, often on the ground that they have no issues expressing their emotions… you see the mindfuck these guys are truly putting themselves through.
The ones who brag about how stoic and cold and stalwartly unsympathetic they are to others also quietly line the jails for fumbling through “crimes of passion” against targets who rejected them.
Hollow men hate emotions because they are felled by them time and time again, and are often self-judged by the clarity that comes with those emotions, the inability to lie to themselves regarding the sick sadistic things they try to do to those they want to lay claim to as victims…because this or that person “hurt them.”
They love the lie of Lucifer as the Gnostic Demi-urge…because it proves to them they create something other than destruction with out feminine intervention. On paper.
Del Toro’s Frankenstein does lay bare many things.
But the one that is most intriguing to me is one I’ve yet to hear anyone speak on.
As close as they’ve come is the oft’ told “Victor is the Monster.” It still narcissistically centers thefucked in the head creator. But what I think Del Toro has done that will stand the test of time and sink in on deeper levels with each rewatch was that the definition of “monstrosity” was simply a lie that the man trying to be GOD- Victor- had carried around within himself that entire time, one he forced what he painstakingly pieced together to wear once it was “alive.” Because that is what “Life” was to a guy like Victor.
His reaction had nothing whatsoever to do with the actuality of his achievement being brought to life at all. Or to the reality of the Beast at “birth.”
And he did all he could to color the lives of those who came in contact with the monster[ in the book, at least] with that lie that had roared from the pit of his own inner hell.
He mercilessly had to see that “life” manifested outside of himself. Because it had eaten up everything of value within himself.
When the monster came back from having discovered the hatred from which he’d been formed, he was broken…but his brokenness looked nothing like the brokenness of the man who had stitched him together. Any survivor and escapee of Narc Parents who has gone home and had the inner peace they found in a hostile world regardless of what realities they’d run into…viscerally felt the riptide in that scene.
& the grace of having had a friend who’d seen him for WHO he was in how he’d cared for him and his blindness in the absence of others…underscored what our mission to others should be, whenever possible.
How many people do you know who are pieces of shit simply due to all they ingested coming up that they’ve chosen to uphold, whether they believe the behavioral things or not to be ‘good”?
The intimacy of who they were with one another gave the ‘monster’ the bloom of tenderness that led him to return to Victor.
Not to kill him…but to ask for a first and last kindness of him. To make him a partner like him.
That vicious, virulent rage at the request… was the perfect expression of what a narcissistic parent does when the scapegoat that they tried to kill the light of… finds their own path to life that has nothing to do with them.
The idea of Elordi having attained a peace apart was the biggest blasphemy possible for someone posturing as God. Because it meant that somehow…he’d gotten the concept of it shown to him outside of the treacherous loop Victor had intended for it.
He was as jealous of the “IDEA” of the ‘monster’ he created having even arrived at the idea of having compatible love in his life as he was by Elizabeth’s initial interaction with Elordi. He snarled at her compassion but couldn’t touch her. But then he went and beat Elordi, demanding humiliation of the monster due to the humiliation he’d felt at seeing love in Elizabeth’s eyes from mere moments with him that he’d never been able to engender from her.
When Elordi grabbed the weapon and Broke it, screaming Victor’s name something in me snapped on and the entire landscape of the movie shifted.
..and then, in elegant, classic narc nonsense, he embroiled her husband in the lie of her uncle’s death… so should he Ever think to move differently, the acceptance and upholding of that lie could be used to make him stay seen as allied with Victor.
He didn’t shoot Elizabeth by mistake. He shot her in jealous outrage, even then. And the treachery mimicked his knowing his father had let his mother die.
And when everyone ran in, gun still in hand, her literally bleeding from the obvious bullet wound… he blamed the Elordi character. All those primed to enabled him raced forward. And got what they deserved for denying their eyes… until they stopped.
…That was what I saw in the scene where he carried her out of there.
Every person present for that wedding knew Victor had been trying to fuck his soon to be sister in law and turned a blind eye. Out of fear and contrived convenience . But once his own brother spoke out as his life drained from him that Victor was the monster… Once he spoke the truth, the crowd was no longer tied to the lies that had enabled Victor all that time.
I only just found out Mia Goth played the Mother and Elizabeth. Too.
When Elordi survived the dynamite…that entire pursuit was fulfilling Victor’s desired prophecy. Until it was proven pointless and Victor had to face his defeat. But in the end… Elordi fulfilled his own prophecy too. By not blotting out the life he’d cobbled together by ending Victor’s. In the end… the monster watched him die instead of having to dirty himself beating said life out of him to the last breath.
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