A GIRL ON A BEACH: On October 30, I watched Nosferatu at the AFI Silver, with a live score by the Silent Orchestra. There are a lot of things one could notice about that experience (SOMEDAY I will own the SO-scored version of Alla Nazimova’s Salome!!!!) but I will just pick one.

This movie is very long, for a silent movie, and it does have bland stretches. But it also offers lots and lots of scary ship upon a scary ocean. And it also is only the second movie, after Barton Fink, where I’ve found an image from my personal horror iconography presented in all its beauty and terror.

The Mina Harker character–I can’t remember her nom de ripoff, but you know which one I mean–sits out on the beach and waits for her husband’s ship. The waves crest black; the grasses shake in the wind. Crosses are planted here and there around the bench where she sits, memorials to sailors lost.

This one scene twists in my gut. It takes the hope, the memory, the sense that once there was a place where we were at home–all the things I associate with this scene of a beautiful girl on a beach–and studs it with crosses, with death and heartbreak.

I have been here before
But when or how I cannot tell;
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

–Dante Rossetti, “Sudden Light” (more from me)

Somewhere I have heard this before…

–Nirvana, “Drain You”

Just a beach and a pretty girl,
If you just take this potion

–The Levellers, “Fifteen Years”

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;

–Edgar Poe, “Annabel Lee”