Something Wicked This Way Comes
I watched Lost Highway again the other night. Man, that is one awesome movie. I thought that since it was my third or fourth time I might have some sort of insight and actually get it this time.
Alas, no such insight was forthcoming.
But that funny thing happened (I was chatting about this to a friend recently, I don’t know how to name this phenomenon, so I will explain everything).
I saw Lost Highway years ago when it was released. Loved it. Favourite scene was the party scene, where the freaky old guy (Mystery Man) appears at the party and says to Fred Madison, “Haven’t we met before?”. Fred, already freaked out by the events of the preceding few days starts to panic and then Mystery Man says “As a matter of fact, I am there (in your house) now. Call me” and then produces a mobile phone, hands it to Fred who dials his home number and hears Mystery Man answer. It’s a classic cinematic moment. You don’t know whether to keep watching, howl and run away or turn the movie off.
Anyway, during the duration of this conversation all other sound, background music etc completely fades away. Before and after this scene, however, Barry Adamson’s “Something Pretty Wicked This Way Comes” is playing. I loved that song.
The problem was that I seem to have forgotten it. Over the last couple of years I have heard it a few times on the radio, thought I was hearing a song for the very first time, but could never find out what it was because all I knew was that the title began with the word “Something”. So when I saw Lost Highway the other day, the puzzle was finally solved, the dots were connected and I was at peace. I finally knew who it was.
This phenomenon sometimes happens with people too. I will meet someone. Do the business card exchange thing. Talk. A few months later, see them again, have no idea who they are and therefore ignore them. But then a year later, I will see them again and remember everything about them as clear as crystal. I don’t know why this happens, why I learn/unlearn/remember stuff.
Is it just me?