Adicionar um enredo no seu idiomaA short film about the actress and artist Cameron (who used just her surname).A short film about the actress and artist Cameron (who used just her surname).A short film about the actress and artist Cameron (who used just her surname).
- Direção
- Roteirista
- Artista
Marjorie Cameron
- Self - Artist & Narrator
- (as Cameron)
- Direção
- Curtis Harrington(a film by)
- Roteirista
- Curtis Harrington(não creditado)
- Elenco e equipe completos
- Produção, bilheteria e muito mais no IMDbPro
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- CuriosidadesThe film features paintings by Marjorie Cameron that were later ritually destroyed by her. This film is the only record of some of them.
- Cenas durante ou pós-créditosAfter opening title: "Concerning the knowledge and conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel as revealed to Cameron."
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An interesting portrait
Occult symbols, mystical poetry, beautiful artwork, and foreboding music. With great economy, Curtis Harrington, paints a portrait of the artist Marjorie Cameron. There is a seeking for truth in the universe and the truth within oneself here, and Cameron's gaze into the mirror and at the viewer is piercing.
My transcription of the poetry; I loved how Harrington matched its verses and tone with what he was putting on the screen:
Seven times I rap upon the mighty door of the subterranean vault - open, open!
I stand without in the drafty and damp corridor that approaches thy lair.
Seven times resound my summons on the stony door and the dead stern caves and cursed the midnight hour.
Come thou forth, I bear a lamp for this terrible darkness, thou shall behold that face known in dreams.
Mine eyes are terrible and strange, but thou knowest me.
Behold my garments are of rich cloth and I bear the air of a land of bounty beyond the sea.
Come forth, thou art in the shadow of the light I bear, and thy garments reek of the dead and the sun misplaced.
We shall ascend the stair that is fraught with unwholesome things.
The stone rolls before me, and into the blazing vault of the night of nights, we go forth as Light.
Dark Star, I seek you in all the endless rooms of the universe.
I have entered the maze of chaos and searched the promise of no end and no fulfillment.
But I have seen your helmeted head flashing gold from all the bloody triumphs and sunsets of the world.
I have heard your voice singing lonely songs of desire in the whirlwind.
I remember the artistry of fingers that held the rose in wonder.
Your musical throat sounding the hymn of love seeking since the birth in the crashing star nebulae.
Singing limbs of muscle and star-foam pursued and pursuing.
Radiant Warrior, how long?
Beloved God, how long?
How long, how long?
My transcription of the poetry; I loved how Harrington matched its verses and tone with what he was putting on the screen:
Seven times I rap upon the mighty door of the subterranean vault - open, open!
I stand without in the drafty and damp corridor that approaches thy lair.
Seven times resound my summons on the stony door and the dead stern caves and cursed the midnight hour.
Come thou forth, I bear a lamp for this terrible darkness, thou shall behold that face known in dreams.
Mine eyes are terrible and strange, but thou knowest me.
Behold my garments are of rich cloth and I bear the air of a land of bounty beyond the sea.
Come forth, thou art in the shadow of the light I bear, and thy garments reek of the dead and the sun misplaced.
We shall ascend the stair that is fraught with unwholesome things.
The stone rolls before me, and into the blazing vault of the night of nights, we go forth as Light.
Dark Star, I seek you in all the endless rooms of the universe.
I have entered the maze of chaos and searched the promise of no end and no fulfillment.
But I have seen your helmeted head flashing gold from all the bloody triumphs and sunsets of the world.
I have heard your voice singing lonely songs of desire in the whirlwind.
I remember the artistry of fingers that held the rose in wonder.
Your musical throat sounding the hymn of love seeking since the birth in the crashing star nebulae.
Singing limbs of muscle and star-foam pursued and pursuing.
Radiant Warrior, how long?
Beloved God, how long?
How long, how long?
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- 1 de out. de 2021
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