Layers of Fear Gameplay Preview - P.T. Inspired Psychedelic Horror
〈Bloober Team〉が開発したサイケデリック・ホラー『Layers of Fear』は、画家の精神に入り込み、絵画が完成するまでの間に何があったかを探索するという内容。現実と虚構の間をトリップする感覚は『P.T.』にて廊下が赤く染まったパートで脳震盪を起こしたように視界がボヤける部分に通じるものがある。
The Peterson Case Teaser Trailer
3人構成のインディー・ディベロッパー〈Quarter Circle Games〉が手がけた『The Peerson Case』は、ロズウェル事件で知られる1947年のアメリカ、ニューメキシコ州ロズウェルを舞台に、忽然と姿を消したPeterson一家を追う探偵Franklin Reinhardtを描いたホラー・アドベンチャー。プレイヤーは一家が住んでいた家やその周辺を探索し、パズルを解きながら何が起きたのかを知っていく。この作品も『P.T.』同様に日常生活の範囲に潜む恐怖の”何か”を描いている。
I feel that in many ways images comprise me, in talking to a friend about making a top 10 films list I jested: “this is who I am” - in all honesty a bit of this is true. The best essay I have read recently has been Susan Howe’s Sorting Facts in which she observes a facet of cinematic memory that I find to be particularly poignant
Some of my earliest memories are film memories confused with facts.
A simple sentiment but a true one nonetheless, with my personally most powerful example being a scene in Paris, Texas in which a young boy and his father share lunch in the bed of a truck parked under a freeway overpass. I must have seen this scene at some point during my childhood and the image had subconsciously stuck with me to the point where, in all of memory’s haze, it was indistinguishable from the image of a lived event. When I unknowingly revisited this scene a few years ago it felt as though two ends of myself had finally met, as if part of me had briefly slid through a fissure in time.
For various reasons, I have as of late entered into a (now recurring) phase in which I feel as if I have fallen out of cadence with the motion of the world - i.e. time marches on, but I am not keeping even with the pace. This is not necessarily a bad feeling, but it is certainly confusing, and unlike the lead character in Powell and Pressburger’s synonymously titled masterpiece:I(do not) Know Where I’m Going! (1945)
For better or for worse I have been losing myself entirely in films (a recent Matrix Trilogy obsession had me in another world for about a week) and most recently in editing this. Digging through old hard drives and iPhoto libraries, revisiting bits of films - Tip: don’t watch the last scene of Bridges of Madison County in a cafe unless public emotional collapse is something you invite. If my sense of time was off before, I’m sure staying up until 6 am obsessively editing for a few nights in a row did nothing to remedy this.
A short while ago, I was concerned with creating abstract images in a way that seamlessly melded various images together into a culmination of disorienting nascent motion. I wanted to do this in such a way that it would be impossible for the viewer to get a spatial bearing on the image, with only its unfolding comprehensible.
With this journal film however, I felt a need not to allow images to blend together, but to form layers. For images & sequences to never fully congeal nor violently clash with one another in montage. Rather, what I would like is for them to bump up against each other, to rest in proximity. In dealing with cinematic memory I feel that it is necessary not only to present “appropriated” material in dialogue with my own footage, but to convey this relationship in a manner similar to the way that these images resound and reverberate within myself.
Here; time, memory, departure & return are what I have tried to elucidate, through the decompartmentalization of the images that account for much of who I am at this moment in time. I put much more work into this journal iteration, as this is an undoubtedly more cohesive personal essay. If the last one was a drawing this one is in fact a journal entry.