Here’s a picture of me doing-mean-with-twig. Clearly I was
the person for whom German Expressionist cinema was invented. You only have to
look at the non-conformist attitude suggested by the untied shoe laces, and the
hand brush lurking menacingly on the top step, all ready to sweep the world
clean in preparation for a darker future. And what about the twig, eh? What
about that? The steps are the clincher, of course. Steps feature prominently in
German Expressionist cinema, and I often dream about steps when I’m anxious
about something. Steps were the means by which Nosferatu came to Jonathon
Harker’s bedroom in order to prepare him for his own darker future. Frightening,
isn’t it?
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