The Mothman Prophecies (2002) dir. Mark Pellington

Original Mothman eyewitness sketches by Roger Scarberry, late 1960s

THE MOTHMAN PROPHECIES (2002) dir. Mark Pellington

Ma Bell hates the FBI.

The FBI loathes the CIA,

The CIA doesn't get along with Air Force Intelligence.

And none of them is a match for the Great Intergalactic Council headquartered on Ganymede, a satellite of Jupiter, which is out to befuddle, bewilder, betray and ultimately annihilate the entire human race. While laying their fiendish long-range plans against us they have enlisted thousands of screwballs to spread propaganda and convince us that the flying-saucer folks are kindly, benevolent, peace-loving humanoids. If you are one of the millions who have swallowed this cosmic crapola, if you believe that flying saucers are real and that they are of extraterrestrial origin, then you'd better start digging a deep shelter in your backyard because all of the evidence accumulated over the past 33 years indicates that the Great Intergalactic Council has been engaged in a wholesale brain-fucking operation that has our inept bureaucracies totally confused, our military services cringing in cowardice and our great scientists mumbling to themselves in rubber rooms.

For 20 years I was an ardent believer in extraterrestrial intelligences myself. I had taken up the holy cause of unidentified flying objects even before an Idaho businessman named Kenneth Arnold made the first nationally publicized saucer sighting in 1947. As a boyI had already been influenced by the work of Charles Fort, a writer in the 1920s who spent his life burrowing into old newspapers and magazines, dredging up forgotten reports of strange aerial objects and bizarre animals from the 19th century. The first wave of UFO sightings in this century took place in 1909, anticipating the basic patterns of the later waves. In fact, those earlier objects, usually described as dirigibles, followed the same routes as the modern flying saucers would from New Zealand to Oklahoma. Mr. Fort puzzled over the early sightings and announced, with some glee, that we were hosting visits from people who lived in the sky. (He also proposed that the heavens were fake and that the stars were lights hanging from strings only a few thousand feet over our heads.)

1980

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every cishet movie is like. this mid man is married to / dating the most beautiful woman ever and she is so perfect for him and he for her (because they are a man and a woman) and look at them kiss and date and love each together. anyway, time for her to die brutally on screen

like. i find a lot of action movies boring because i'm just disinterested in most action and killing sequences, i just find them dull and they always go on too long

but the worst part about actions n thrillers is how every cishet dude's girlfriend dies for being a woman

oh my god isnt it such a big tragedy... HE has LOST his WIFE/GIRLFRIEND... she was EVERYTHING to him... isnt it so SAD that hes LOST her. he will be lonely now. he has lost his dearest possession. we the movie will show her having sex then dying then show how HIS loss of her

killing off someones partner just for plot without letting them be a character themselves often bothers me because it just strikes me as cheap but like

the reason it hits so much worse for cishet couples rather than queer ones is bc the woman acts as an extension of the man

like. you might not even find out what her job was. what she did in life other than spend time with him. if her parents or any other family are affected by her death.

ALL that matters is tha the loss of her impacts him - we MIGHT learn a few details about her life w him

but it will be like. her perfume that he always loved. the dresses he liked her to wear. the café they went to together

nothing about HER. nothing about HER life and HER impact on others. shes wholly sublimated into his personality, exists as a prompt only for his emotion

and its just that thing of like. women in film only acting as extensions of male characters, or only being the like. completing piece of a man, not her own complex character. its just so frustrating

In ancient cultures, the moth represents a form of the psyche, or the soul immortally trapped in the hellish death realms.

THE MOTHMAN PROPHECIES (2002) dir. Mark Pellington

Fingers of lightning tore holes in the black skies as an angry cloudburst drenched the surrealistic landscape. It was 3 A.M. on a cold, wet morning in late November 1967, and the little houses scattered along the dirt road winding through the hills of West Virginia were all dark. Some seemed unoccupied and in the final stages of decay. Others were un-painted, neglected, forlorn. The whole setting was like the opening scene of a Grade B horror film from the 1930s. Along the road there came a stranger in a land where strangers were rare and suspect. He walked up to the door of a crumbling farmhouse and hammered. After a long moment a light blinked on somewhere in the house and a young woman appeared, drawing a cheap mail-order bathrobe tightly about her. She opened the door a crack and her sleep-swollen face winced with fear as she stared at the apparition on her doorstep. He was over six feet tall and dressed entirely in black. He wore a black suit, black tie, black hat, and black overcoat, with impractical black dress shoes covered with mud. His face, barely visible in the darkness, sported a neatly trimmed mustache and goatee. The flashes of lightning behind him added an eerie effect. “May I use your phone?” He asked in a deep baritone, his voice lacking the familiar West Virginia accent. The girl gulped silently and backed away.

from "The Mothman Prophecies" by John A. Keel

* On June 16, 1967, Mrs. Gladys Fusaro of Huntington, New York, received ‘a phone call from a woman claiming to be Princess Moon Owl. The princess gave her this statement to pass on to me: “The pebbles on the beach are washed under the bridge where the birds gather and where rays of light show through.”

from "The Mothman Prophecies" by John Keel

The Mothman Prophecies (2002) Dir. Mark Pellington

The Mothman Prophecies (2002) dir. Mark Pellington

hey yall. I'm less than 1k away from my.goal of flying to the UK to present a paper on Mothman. Help a Freudian out!

These new A24 horror girlies can try but movies will never be as pants-shittingly terrifying as the Indrid Cold phone call scene from The Mothman Prophecies

Happy December 15th & The Anniversary of The Silver Bridge Collapse!

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