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R.I.P. Bingo ~ Plague

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I’m a slow reader, but luckily R.eaders I.mbibibng P.eril isn’t just about reading long works. So, maybe I have a chance at blacking out that bingo card. πŸ˜‰ For some of the prompts, I want to combine an appropriate movie with a short story or two. First up, “Plague.”

“Fever Dream” by Ray Bradbury

At some point in the last year, I half lost a finger to rheumatoid arthritis. It’s the pinkie of my left hand. I’d been noticing that my wedding band was irritating the main joint of the pinkie (the proximal interphalangeal), but didn’t pay it much attention. When I did, finally, I found that the joint was permanently inflamed and would no longer straighten. It’s still serves as my main Shift/CTRL pinkie, all is not lost ye, but this is something that’s going to happen to me for the rest of my life. Like Charlie in “Fever Dream,” bit by bit, parts of my body are going to betray me.

Charlie’s situation is a little more dire. According to his doctor, it’s scarlet fever complicated by a cold. But Charlie knows. You’d think the doctor would know too when Charlie’s own hands try to strangle Charlie, but the doc just chalks it up to the fever dream of an imaginative boy. It’s a fever dream that wants to infect the world…

It Comes at Night

Year: 2017
Runtime: 1h 31m
Rated: R

Director: Trey Edward Shults

Writers: Trey Edward Shults

Stars: Joel Edgerton, Kelvin Harrison Jr., Carmen Ejogo,

Early in the COVID-19 pandemic, there was a semi-joke that preppers were just mad because this wasn’t an apocalypse they could shoot. AKA, a global pandemic doesn’t play out like It Comes at Night. And I know this movie is more about human interactions when dealing with pressure and the unknown, but I was really annoyed by the lack of any good quarantine/disinfection procedures.

The one thing that It Comes at Night does get right is its title. How many nights in the past year and a half have I laid down, tired, past bedtime, and suddenly wondered… Is my chest tight? Can I still taste and smell? Is this actually really how I breathe?

“The Masque of the Red Death” by Edgar Allan Poe

A tale of the super rich and privileged who can’t avoid the inevitable: death. But it’s death from a contagion, so the conclusion sits uneasy these days: what chance do little people have as we try to stay safe? Which is why I hadn’t reread this story until now despite it having some of my favorite imagery in all of literature. In theme, It Comes at Night does mimic “Masque.” In both, characters are trying to beat circumstances with isolation and the house in the movie is maybe as much of an architectural conundrum as Prospero’s imperial suite.