hear me out: mclennon possession (1981) au. i have no idea what this would even look like, but you have cursed me forever to have paul and isabelle adjani on the same synapse
I will gladly not only hear you out, but also rotate this idea in my mind forever, since it was originally you who put it there.
"Heinrich is Robert Fraser!" Remember? I do. Or I think I do. Echo echo echo ...
Honestly, what does it for me is the image of Anna and The Creature fucking in the abandoned apartment. I see this and I see Paul being devoured by music and his own private muse, but also John being devoured by Yoko? If this sounds unkind to Yoko, consider the glistening, all-encompassing ecstasy on that slippery, blood-drenched bed...
In bed.
The bed in the studio.
The tentacly, monstrous imagery in Possession also made me think of this drawing by Klaus Voormann:
I've mentioned this before, but the plugs connecting to what I believe are Anna-Paul's tear ducts, recording his suffering in the shape of music, and the overall messy huddle of them, play on the underwater piano keys of my heart. And isn't it both the throbbing, agonized, eight-arms-to-hold-you monster sex in Possession (1981) and this resigned, trance-like, musical lovemaking that is both the core of Lennon/McCartney, and their undoing?!
And that kitchen cabinet falling over, like the kitchen furniture in Possession? The controls as meat-grinder? The silent drums? The cables bundled like nerves?
The little boy, yelling to be heard?
The stolen bananas on the train? Bow down...!
What would it even look like? Like a couple, sitting at separate tables in a Café in silence before screaming, and still so clearly married.
Like a nostalgic, sepia-toned, swinging sixties movie about a Beatle-esque band, where "John" and "Paul" have nightmares in which they live in dead, isolated West Berlin and scream at each other and miscarry each other's songs.
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