Shadow, Take Me Down With You

When Zeus secretly allowed the abduction of Persephone, trafficked from a flower field and dragged to the depths of the Underworld, the terrified Earth-Mother Demeter searched the lands in agony, leaving the crops without her nourishment and attendance. Realizing the err of this arrangement as the food supply withered, Zeus demanded his daughter’s return from Hades, but the Dark Prince had another idea in mind. His offering of pomegranate, a sacred fruit of fertility for Early World Religions, sealed Persephone to the realm. Once she savored its seeds, she was bound to return to Hades’ Hell as his wife for part of the year. Thus the mythological explanation for the Autumn and Winter was lored.

Still from Waiting for Spring, a short film depicting “the pomegranate not as a punishment as in the Greek myth but instead for it’s healing properties to help her survive and re-integrate into the world”, by environmental artist Nicole Dextras

Further interpretations of Persephone’s plight as paramour to Hades are abundant. A kid-friendly version speaks of a mother without her sunshine, the indulgence of the pomegranate perhaps willingly dared so that Persephone could be her own person. However, many versions suggest Persephone was sexually assaulted by Hades. The differing ideas that she was attracted to a toxic relationship, simply embracing her sexuality, or that the lore insinuated the chains of the marriage contract, are all valid. The article Rape or Romance? questions the use of retelling these horrors as tomes of empowerment and includes a critique of Nikita Gill’s beautiful (but indeed fluffy) poem: 

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The Autumn Equinox (and pagan holiday Mabon) land on Tuesday September 22nd, 2020 for the Northern Hem, shortly after Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year. Both Mabon and Rosh Hashanah are introspective, reviewing the behaviors of the recent past and preparing for the future ahead. The 22nd also closes out Virgo’s reign in the Astrological Wheel, a sign which is ruled by Mercury, of Earth and symbolized by the Maiden (much like Persephone). In a moment of perfect balance, Darkness begins to encroach on the Light, and we soon approach Winter. With this in mind, we pay homage to the archetype duality of a film genre abundant with shadows and fog, dark and light, danger and dreams:

The analytical interest that is the Femme Fatale and the Damsel-in-Distress.

Bound (1996), Lana and Lilly Wachowski


With the chilly autumn air creeping in around the corner, the erotic 1996 feauture film, Bound, is a worthy thriller to warm the blood with. As soon as the shock wears off from learning the Wachowski Sisters (Matrix Trilogy) wrote and directed this sexually charged lesbian neo noir, the nostalgia starts to kick in at the sound of Jennifer Tilly’s voice seducing a greased-up ex-con played by Gina Gershon (Showgirls).

We begin with a sultry introduction of the two leading ladies. Violet, the deeply unsatisfied gangster’s wife, meets the Brando-esque handy woman, Corky, in an uptown elevator. Sparks immediately fly between the two mysterious creatures and after a very steamy couch scene you start to think “this is a softcore porn”, ‘til suddenly we descend into the underworld of a violent, shocking and, at times even, offensive puzzle of money, murder and paranoia. 

While the plot thickens to viscosity with 2 million dollars on the line and one faulty twist after another, the cinematography hauls masterfully through some brilliant sequences, creating a sumptuous air around the comically macabre. Consensus says, no matter how tight you may keep your proverbial halo, this piece of cinematic diablerie is bound to have you gripping for it.

Bound is free to stream on PlutoTV. – Soph

Isabella Rossellini in David Lynch’s Blue Velvet


Flirting with danger, portrayed too often from view of the male gaze, the Femme Fatale eyes a loophole out of an oubuliette, always somehow still a Damsel-in-Distress. Even where this duality is dressed wanton and ready, she is cagey, holding cards close. The Femme Fatale lavishes in the role, entangled to save herself, or waiting for someone else to save her, if only (t)he(y) could see her true self. Between the lines it is read:  fear follows her feminine wiles, desperation like invisible daggers against a skintight dress. Lurking in the shadows, she pretends she is not there at all, hoping to vanish…

Yet, there is courage, too, for without it, there is no story.

Sean Young in Ridley Scott’s Bladerunner

The juxtaposition for the women of the Noir genre allows depiction of grim realism and psychic + physical violence, flaunting men’s capitalization of women as objects… sexual, labored… and yet for the “hero”, women are objectified, too, often romantically, to provide love, light, loyalty. The relation of femme to men (and what role she serves) is a grotesque commentary of a woman’s context in industry, the home, ownership, subject. The gauzy hopes to which these characters cling, to be seen, safe, are familiar. Any decent Noir film contains these complexities with a yearn for freedom. Even if she’s crafted in relation to a man’s journey, serving the plot as a derailment, counterpart to a crime, an escape or a renewal in Love itself, she’s life-altering.

Chromatics at David Lynch’s Twin Peaks Return premiere

Neon Noir showcases some of the moods and motifs of Noir soundtracks, the music of smoky chanteuse, pacing mysteries, plot anxieties, dramatic seductions and tragedy. The persona of the Femme Fatale and Damsel-in-Distress have been prime in the works of David Lynch, exemplified thru the music of Julee Cruise and Chromatics. Rewind into the dark-laced synth pop that walks in rhythm with a “futuristic” future-past archetype. The creation of robot women as political assassins or victims of technology alike, prominent as early as Fritz Lang’s Metropolis (1927), are revisited in the romantic Noir of Godard’s Alphaville (1965) (French New Wave all over the Neo-Noir reinvent), and furthermore into the Sci-fi masterpiece of Blade Runner (1982). Queue minimal wave music and beyond, we dance in drama club cadence, ushering in leather weather. 

– Sun

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