Young Teen Slit
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It also felt strange to be in the middle of the room, blazingly naked. The young man who had carved her from a block of ice had made her that way. She was luxuriously stretched, her arms crossed in the back of her head, clutching her hair back into a bunch. It was like she was just rising from a bath. Or getting into one. She looked relaxed, peaceful. As though no one were looking.
The young man who had carved her had dark hair, dark eyes, and skin like burnt caramel. He wore baggy jeans and a backwards baseball cap. He had used a chainsaw in the beginning, and it seemed almost as though he were fighting against the ice. At war with it. Slashing at it, bits and splinters of it flying up into his face. But then, as she began to take form, he used an astonishing array of picks and chisels. He lost himself in the process, a look of fierce concentration on his face as he worked. He gently tapped out her face, her arms, legs, and breasts. With a tiny little chisel, he carefully carved out the hint of a slit in her most private place: she was embarrassed at first, and wondered if she was supposed to be a dirty joke.
It seemed maybe she could get used to being naked. More and more, she was forgetting her old life. The sense of gnawing unease, of dissatisfaction that had plagued her since she was a young girl, was slowly slipping away. Her old identity could be dropped, shed, lightly as a peignoir robe. And now, for the first time, she could enjoy the party.
The words meant nothing, yet they made her anxious. So to distract herself, she chose to concentrate on the smell of the gardenias. It made her think of being young, herself, and how she once held a sticky, freshly picked gardenia in her hand, a real gardenia, covered with black ants. The smell was sweet but also deep. Even... dirty, really. In the way of the earth and all the things throbbing out of it...
The film begins with a dream-like image of a pale horse at night, and perhaps it is a dream, or perhaps it is a memory, or simply an exterior shot. It resolves to a shot of a young man pulling the staples out of a bandage on his head. This is Brady Blackburn (Brady Jandreau), a member of the South Dakota rodeo circuit, who has recently suffered a near fatal injury while riding. We will soon meet the rest of the Blackburn family, his financially hard-pressed father Wayne (Tim Jandreau) and his young teen-aged sister Lily (Lily Jandreau). This combination of poetic fantasy and hardscrabble reality is typical of Zhao's film. We are in a landscape of dreams inspired by devotion to the horses and troubled by mechanics of daily living. The Rider was shot on the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota, a terrain both harsh and beautiful.
The film adaptation begins with a phantasmic chase, in which a young boy runs frantically through a nighttime, snow-bound winter woodland to escape from pursuing wolves. This is only Ben Wilson's (Oakes Fegley) dream, but it will take on very real significance once he runs away to New York City from his home in Gunflint, Minnesota, looking for his father. Ben, recently orphaned when his mother Elaine Wilson (Michelle Williams) who died in a car accident, has never known his father or anything about him. His mother has left Ben with a now unfulfillable promise to tell him his father's name at the right time, and an intriguing book that might have been owned by his father about a 1927 exhibition at the Museum of Natural History in New York City. When Ben is struck deaf in a lightning storm, the trauma becomes more of a catalyst than a handicap, impelling him to take off on an adventure with the book that will lead him not only to his father but also to a female relative of great importance.
That person is Rose Kincaid (Millicent Simmonds), whom we meet when she is about Ben's age in a juxtaposed time leap into 1927, as she runs away, in her case from her prosperous and repressive father in Hoboken, New Jersey. She is also headed for the Museum of Natural History, where her brother is a curator of the exhibition in Ben's book. Rose has been deaf from birth, and her father, Dr. Kincaid (James Urbaniak), has been smotheringly protective of her. Rose, however, is spirited and independent; feeling the gates of a paternal cage closing around her, she escapes out a window. Rose is played by a young actress who has been deaf from birth, and who has a remarkable on-screen presence. Between them, Rose and Ben bring with them a collaborative whiff of yearning childhood in the early 20th century and restless youth at the fin de siécle. Moving between time periods, Todd Haynes takes us on an exhilarating journey into changing America and unchanging personal mystery. What part does Rose Kincaid play in Ben Wilson's life? What part does he play in hers? The counterpointed plots combine human tenacity and the magic of coincidence and serendipity. The children wandering through the Museum of Natural History fifty years apart embody the enmeshing of cultural and individual history. And when Ben and Rose each reach their moments of discovery in 1977, there is still another museum that affords them an even more intense entanglement of the macro and the micro levels of life. 041b061a72