I
could have called this Hollywoodian image "Freud in Disneyland"
but I was thinking of the cinema of David Lynch, to portray an
Andromeda which would not be delivered by a loving Perseus (answering
this droll definition of love: "to give something which one
does not have to somebody who does not want it"). But
the deplorable little Oedipus suggests some sadistic behaviour
towards the inaccessible femininity; and the fairground atmosphere
in the twilight is like an idiotic and vulgar serenade trying
to exorcise the impotence of the small private myth of his lance. |