‘Gaya,’ a Surreal Adventure–Chapter Three

“To get to the stomach, we’ll first have to pass through the tunnels of the large and small intestines,” Tesel told his army as they passed by the rectum. From there, one could see passing out of it the bodies of the slain in the battle they’d just fought against Aisa’s men. Groans of annoyance from Tesel’s troops behind him were his only reply.

“And after the stomach, to Gaya’s breasts to feed from?” Lia asked, hoping to raise the soldiers’ spirits.

“Yes,” Tesel said “Then we can finally be nourished.”

The fecal smell of the area was overpowering.

“I can smell that nourishment already,” Fil said with a scowl.

The soldiers continued grunting in disgust as they left the rectum and entered the large intestine, trudging along in all reluctance. Their feet often got stuck in the thick, knee-deep mud of this anatomical sewer.

“Patience!” Tesel called out. “We’re almost there.”

Finally, nearing the upper end of the small intestine, where they’d soon enter the stomach and leave the worst of the smell, Tesel’s troops were beginning to revive good spirits. But they noticed a gigantic, long, worm-like animal lying immobile along the side of the tunnel. It seemed to be sleeping.

Lia looked back at the others with her finger to her lips. “Don’t wake it,” she whispered to Fil, who passed the quiet message on to the men behind, who passed it on, and so on.

They all crept by as quietly as they could. They could hear it breathing and softly snoring…or was it snoring? Was it eating? No, it wasn’t snoring, it was making slurping sounds.

The soldiers looked in awe at the size of the beast. Its length was almost the entirety of that of the small intestine. Its diameter was almost twice the height of the average man among them. Even the slightest noise any of them made would cause all of them to shake in fright. If they drew its attention, would it find them appetizing?

Tesel, Lia, and Fil reached the far end of it, by the exit of the small intestine. They saw its head. It was huge. A man behind Fil made an accidental stomping sound of his boot on the muddy floor, loud enough to attract the worm’s attention. It turned its head around to face Tesel and Lia.

“Kappitta,” he whispered to her. “I’ve heard stories about this monster. It’s been eating Gaya’s food…starving her.”

Of a puke-pinkish colour, it had huge, black balls for eyes, and a toothless mouth large enough to fit a man inside it. In fact, just then it demonstrated this ability with the one who stomped on the ground. His scream when put inside was muted as soon as Kappitta closed its mouth. Now the giant parasite was looking at Lia.

“Attack!” Tesel shouted, flailing his sword.

All of the soldiers standing along the great length of the worm stabbed their swords into its side, causing it to let out a deafening wail. It then used its tail to slap the rearguard of Tesel’s men, smashing their bodies against the wall of the intestine tunnel and crushing many of them.

The survivors rushed up ahead to get as close to the front as the space in the tunnel would allow. Tesel, Lia, and Fil were thrusting their swords at Kappitta’s face to keep it from taking another victim into its mouth. The men behind continued stabbing at it with their swords, and it responded by pushing its body against them, crushing more of them against the wall of the tunnel.

It managed to fight past the jabbing of the swords of Tesel, Lia, and Fil to get another screaming soldier in its mouth. It sucked him deep inside its body. As his body traveled through the first quarter of the length of Kappitta’s body, he could be seen punching and kicking bubble-like bulges at the side facing his surviving comrades, all of whom shuddered at the sight. Soon, the punching and kicking stopped, replaced by a disturbing stillness. No more bulges.

Tesel, Lia, and Fil were jabbing and slashing at the worm’s face with greater ferocity and intensity, not only to prevent another soldier from being eaten, but also while stepping closer to it so the rest of the soldiers could pass behind their three leaders and get safely out of the intestine and into the stomach. Not all of the warriors were able even to get to the head: Kappitta kept undulating its snaky body to crush many of them against the intestinal wall.

As the three continued poking their swords at the giant monster’s face, one more man got sucked into its mouth, screaming, kicking, and flailing his sword in all futility. Lia grabbed him by the feet and tried to pull him back while two of the women fighters replaced her at jabbing their swords into its face; but Kappitta gave one huge suck and pulled the man all the way in. It almost pulled her in with him, too, except that Tesel pulled her back with all of his might.

After falling back with her against the wall of the tunnel, he shouted, “Run! Now’s your chance, while it’s feasting on our poor comrade and is distracted! Run!

They all ran out…except for one of those two women fighters, who got sucked into Kappitta’s mouth. Its mouth closed before she had a chance to scream. She traveled through its body, her life fading away without any struggle, for she was content to have sacrificed herself to help save her comrades.

The last of Tesel’s men scrambled out of the intestines, and the survivors got into the stomach. They collapsed on the swampy floor in exhaustion and just lay there, panting and gasping. As they looked all around the large, dark, empty cave, they noticed the conspicuous absence of something–digested food.

“Kappitta must have sucked all of Gaya’s food into its body,” Lia said. “It didn’t just kill our comrades; it’s killing her, too.”

“And look around us,” Fil said with despondency in his eyes. “Look at what else is lacking: so many of our comrades!”

Tesel was counting the heads of all the survivors with a frown on his face. “We must be reduced to about half of our original number,” he said with a sigh. He heard a loud collective groan from his men. “Yes, the rest of our campaign will be harder…but not impossible!”

He now heard an even louder collective groan from them.

Then, they all heard voices from high above:

Damnissheevergonnawakeup?Ineedhermybusinessisgonnatakeadivewithoutherstarpowerifshedies.C’monGayasnapoutofit.
Isthatallyoucareabout,Asa?Makingmoneyfromfilminghertitsandassandfuckingandsucking?Youaresuchacreep!
Shutup,Lila.I’mabusinessman.Ihavetocareaboutthosethings.
AndGaya’smyfriend.She’salsoahumanbeing,andIcareabouther.

“Do you hear that, comrades?” Lia said, standing up and reenergized. “The gods are telling us that we mustn’t give up hope!”

“How do you know they’re saying that?” one of the weary soldiers said. “You can’t understand their muddled speech any better than we can. For all we know, they could be saying that we should give up on Gaya.”

“I know through the feelings in their voices,” Lia said, hearing a harrumph from the soldier. “I also know that we mustn’t give up hope precisely because things are looking so hopeless. Look around you, you slothful soldiers! Look at the lack of food in Gaya’s stomach, its emptiness apart from our presence here; there’s a lack of food because Kappitta has been eating it all. We must find the strength to carry on, because if we don’t, she will die, and then we will all die!”

“We’ve passed through the worst,” Tesel added. “Now we will go up, out of her stomach, and to her breasts, where we can feed from her mammary glands. That nourishment will give us new, needed strength. Then we’ll go to her heart, to feel what she feels, to make our pity for her grow, to motivate us to fight harder for her sake. I assure you, troops, that things will only get better for us from now on until we face Kappitta and Aisa’s men for the final confrontation. That final battle will decide, once and for all, everyone’s fate: will that giant worm and the enemy die, with some of our own, or will we die, and then everyone dies, including not only our enemies, but Gaya, too.”

“Now, will you give up like the cowards that Aisa’s men called us as we retreated here, or will you stand up and fight for Gaya?” Lia asked. “There’s milk in her breasts, waiting for us.”

Hungry to be fed, the soldiers had motive enough for the trip; so they got up and marched out of the stomach and up towards Gaya’s breasts.

Gaza

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we’llrespondwithHamas.

Analysis of ‘The Texas Chain Saw Massacre’

I: Introduction

The Texas Chain Saw Massacre is a 1974 slasher film produced and directed by Tobe Hooper, written by him and Kim Henkel. It stars Marilyn Burns, Paul A Partain, Edwin Neal, Jim Siedow, and Gunnar Hansen, all relatively unknown actors, since it was filmed on a low budget.

The film was marketed and hyped as if based on a true story, and while it, like Psycho and Silence of the Lambs (i.e., Buffalo Bill), was inspired by Ed Gein and his crimes (serial killing, grave robbing, wearing human flesh, cross-dressing, etc.), the plot is largely fictional.

It initially received mixed reviews from critics, but it was hugely profitable and has since been regarded as one of the best and most influential horror films ever made. It helped establish, as did films like Black Christmas and Halloween, a number of tropes common to slasher films, including the final girl, and the killer as a hulking, masked figure.

Here is a link to quotes from the film, and here is a link to the full movie.

II: Politics and Lies–a Brief but Necessary Digression

There is subtle political commentary in this film. Pretending it’s based on a true story, apart from hyping the film to get a wider audience, is a way of saying that, in a sense, the horrors depicted represent some unsettling realities in our world back in the early 1970s, and perhaps, even more so today. The date for the events of the film is given as August 18, 1973, the same year that, just two months later, the oil crisis would begin. Nixon would resign, because of the growing scandal around Watergate, the year of the film’s release.

In other news around that time, the Vietnam War was in its final years, ending the year after the film’s release. Also, during the early development of Hooper’s story, there was the Chilean coup d’état of September 11th, 1973. Hooper’s point in pretending that The Texas Chain Saw Massacre is a true story is that the media lies all the time about what the US government has been doing all over the world…so why couldn’t he lie, too?

Nixon lied that he was “not a crook.” The atrocities of the Vietnam War, committed by US troops, were rationalized and minimized in the news media as being an essential part of ‘defending Western democracy’ against ‘the Godless commie menace,’ as was the putative reason given for overthrowing the democratically-elected Salvador Allende to replace his socialist government with Pinochet‘s right-wing dictatorship, which killed, imprisoned, tortured and disappeared tens of thousands of leftist political dissidents. The Pinochet government also established the “free market” policies of the Chicago Boys, benefitting only the Chilean wealthy and American investors, but throwing the rest of the Chilean population into poverty.

This “free market” model would be a kind of prototype for Reagan’s and Thatcher’s economic policies of the 1980s, all lied about in the media as promising economic prosperity for all, when in reality all these policies did was bring about the neoliberal nightmare we’ve been suffering through more and more in the decades since. Indeed, Hooper’s film could be seen as prophetic in a way, for its making and release coinciding with the oil crisis means that the early 70s were the beginning of the end of the Keynesian era of welfare capitalism and its post-WWII economic prosperity. The poverty surrounding the family of Leatherface (Hansen) can be seen as symbolic of the coming economic problems of the US and beyond.

A hint in the film that helps us understand the story’s connection with the ups and downs of capitalism is when the hitchhiker (Neal)–in the van with Sally (Burns) and Franklin Hardesty (Partain), Jerry (played by Allen Danziger), Kirk (played by William Vail), and Pam (played by Teri McMinn)–tells them that the air gun used to kill cattle in the slaughterhouse was no good because “people were put out of jobs.” Technological advances tend to replace workers, as many fear AI might do today.

Technological advances also play a role in the tendency of the rate of profit to fall, which in turn leads to periodic economic crises, putting many out of work, which is what has happened to the hitchhiker’s family, including Leatherface, the old man (Siedow), and Grandpa (played by John Dugan).

These economic crises, happening every ten to fifteen years, combined with such other capitalist problems as income inequality and poverty for the majority of the population, problems that are especially scandalous in the richest country in the world, will eventually take their toll on the mental health of much of the population. Small wonder Leatherface’s family is so screwed up, this family being an extreme example of the mental health issues of many in the United States.

III: Deathly Desires

Now we can look at the issue dominating the beginning of the film: grave robbing, of which we later learn is the hitchhiker’s responsibility. Both he and his brother, Leatherface, exhibit traits of what Erich Fromm called the necrophilous character. This is not to be confused with necrophilia as a sexual perversion. Rather, Fromm characterizes it thus: ““Necrophilia in the characterological sense can be described as the passionate attraction to all that is dead, decayed, putrid, sickly; it is the passion to transform that which is alive into something unalive; to destroy for the sake of destruction; the exclusive interest in all that is purely mechanical. It is the passion to tear apart living structures. [Fromm, page 369, his emphasis]

This necrophilous sickness in the hitchhiker and Leatherface is also something I wrote about in an article expressing my concerns about the escalations of current global conflicts leading to a very possibly nuclear WWIII. These concerns are also linked to capitalism and imperialism, since war is a business and a racket, meant to generate profits for such weapons manufacturers as Boeing and Lockheed-Martin. Beyond the wish to make money, though, is the fact that these psychopathic warmongers in the Pentagon, etc., seem to have a lot in common with the ghouls of this movie, a desire for death. Only the differences in income and social status, of the real-life people and the movie characters, separate them from each other.

Sicker than merely digging up bodies is the way the hitchhiker and Leatherface, as was the case with Gein, like to turn human corpses and skeletons into grisly works of art. In these ‘sculptures,’ we see the perverse and paradoxical merging of the creative and destructive instincts. Family abuse, something I’ll return to and expand on later, has surely been the root cause of this ghoulish perversion of the artistic impulse.

Instead of having a conventional soundtrack with, for example, an orchestral score, Tobe Hooper and Wayne Bell recorded a track of eerie background sound effects. This lack of conventional expressivity in music (the country songs heard in the film notwithstanding) is paralleled with Leatherface’s lack of verbal language and the hitchhiker’s speech impediment. These elements, taken together, represent one of the film’s major critiques of American society, as well as of capitalist society as a whole: the inability to communicate because of social alienation; the ghoulish sculptures mentioned in the previous paragraph are of course also a reflection of this problem.

Tied in with the ghoulish art and the alienating inability to communicate is how the film begins mostly with a black screen, as photos are taken of the parts of the exhumed corpses, all while those grating, screeching sound effects of Hooper and Bell are heard. In that blackness is a feeling of undifferentiated, hellish isolation, with no one to talk to, a place where terror cannot be verbalized.

IV: The Graveyard Scene

The five youths in the van go to a graveyard in the area where the grave robbing has occurred, somewhere in central Texas; they want to see if the grave of Sally’s and Franklin’s grandfather has been disturbed–it hasn’t. Still, a few things happen here that have some bearing on, or at least that hint at, what’s to come.

A cowboy (played by Jerry Green) leads Sally away to where her grandfather’s grave is, but he does it in a way that suggests he has a sexual interest in her. She is, after all, pretty and curvaceous. He takes her by the arm and tells her boyfriend that he’s going to run off with her. This ties in with the song, “Fool For a Blonde” (Sally is blonde), heard later in the van when the hitchhiker is given a ride, and he almost kills her towards the end of the film. My point is that men eyeing women lewdly, the subject of the song and what’s obviously on the mind of the cowboy taking her to the grave, is on a continuum with the psychopathic extreme of the hitchhiker trying to send her to her grave, then feast on her flesh. All of these men are regarding women as delicious meat.

The other noteworthy thing during the graveyard scene is the drunk (played by Joe Bill Hogan) alluding to the horrors we’re about to see, horrors no one believes are true because a drunken old man is talking about them. He’s like an ignored prophet, a male Cassandra. This foreshadowing continues back in the van when Pam reads the dire predictions of their horoscopes that day.

V: Franklin and the Hitchhiker

The vulnerability of Franklin is emphasized early on, not just because he’s in a wheelchair, but also from his fall off the side of the road when he needs to urinate, as well as when the hitchhiker uses his knife to slash Franklin’s arm, making him whimper in pain. So when he’s finally carved to pieces with Leatherface’s chainsaw, it’s especially horrifying.

The hitchhiker’s viciousness is, of course, tied in not only with how “weird looking” he is (i.e., the port-wine stain birthmark on the right side of his face, his quirky body language), but also the awkwardness of his conversation with the five of them (graphically describing the killing of the cattle in the slaughterhouse, showing them his knife, imposing on them to pay him for a photo he’s taken of Franklin). His deep digging of Franklin’s knife blade into his own hand, before slashing Franklin’s arm with his bigger, stronger knife, shows the relationship between sadism and masochism that Freud wrote about. It also indicates how the hitchhiker’s violent nature is rooted in his own personal trauma.

After getting rid of the hitchhiker, who has smeared his blood on the side of the van and has childishly blown raspberries at them as they drive off, the five youths stop at a Gulf gas station to fill up the van; but the owner of the gas station, the old man, says he has no gas (which I see as an allusion to the 1973 oil crisis). He presumably has seen the blood on the van, and I suspect he knows that it was his younger brother who put it there, to mark the five for death. He says he won’t get any more gas ’til late that afternoon, or not even until the next morning; but I suspect he’s lying (he’ll never get any gas), hoping to have the kids not only buy and eat his barbecue (!), but also to keep them there so he and his brothers can make barbecue out of their flesh.

VI: Vegetarianism

When Franklin asks the old man where “the old Franklin place” is, which is dangerously close to the house of the family of psychopaths, the old man warns them to stay away. Though just as psychopathic as the rest of the family, the old man is able to put on a respectable face of sanity for the public, in his hopes of hiding his family’s criminal insanity from the world.

It’s been noted that The Texas Chain Saw Massacre is a ‘vegetarian‘ horror film, in that the brutal killing and cannibalistic eating of the victims–by a family of former slaughterhouse workers–gives the audience an idea of the suffering of farm animals. Indeed, Paul McCartney once made a video saying that if we ever saw the brutality inflicted on farm animals, we’d all be vegetarians. When hearing about the killing of cattle in the slaughterhouse during the ride in the van, Pam says, “People shouldn’t kill animals for food.”

Since the psychopathic family is so poor, it’s easy to see that survival is one of their main reasons for resorting to cannibalism. It’s also exocannibalism, the killing and eating of outsiders, who are perceived as the enemy. In these two motives, we see capitalism again as the root cause, through extreme poverty and alienation, but also in the commodification of the human body (i.e., selling human flesh as “barbecue” in the old man’s gas station). Finally, eating their victims can be seen as an attempt to introject their healthy qualities; since the brothers are so obviously sick, they desperately seek some kind of a cure.

VII: Abuse, Trauma, and Projection

Their extreme psychopathy is on a continuum with the kind of pain we all feel, but it’s moderate for us, of course. We can see this in a comparison of the hitchhiker with Franklin, both of whom come across as childish with their blowing of raspberries, and both having knives. We all want to blow off pain by projecting it, which is symbolized in the film by blowing raspberries and digging knives into people. Sometimes pain is projected in a moderate way, as with Franklin; other times, in an extreme way, as with the hitchhiker.

Family abuse (i.e., the old man’s aggressions against Leatherface and the hitchhiker) has driven the younger two brothers to project their pain in an extremely violent way, while emotional neglect makes Franklin project only in a minor way, blowing raspberries during a temper tantrum at the old Franklin house.

With his slashed arm, Franklin has just had a terribly traumatic experience, and he needs to process his fear by constantly talking about it. Though his endless prating gets irritating for the other four, he needs to have his feelings validated and empathized with in order to be soothed and healed. The others’ neglectful attitude, even to the point of Jerry taunting Franklin that the hitchhiker is going to kill him, only makes his trauma worse.

VIII: A Brief Psychoanalytic Digression

The soothing process that Franklin needs is well understood through the container/contained theory of psychoanalyst Wilfred Bion (read here for more about psychoanalytic concepts). Harsh emotional experiences–especially those of babies and psychotics, who are incapable of self-soothing–need to be contained, that is, soothed, detoxified, and processed, in order for one to make sense of them and return to normal mental functioning. The container is the one who helps us process and detoxify these harsh feelings, the contained; the mother is usually the baby’s container, and the psychotherapist is the mental patient’s container. If we’re reasonably healthy, we can be our own containers, or self-soothers.

The container is given a yonic symbol, and the contained is given a phallic one. Healthy containment, starting with the use of projective identification as a primitive, pre-verbal form of communication between mother and baby, leads to normal mental functioning and the ability to communicate in society through language–what Lacan would have considered a healthy transition from the dyadic mother/son relationship in the Imaginary to a relationship with many people in the cultural world of the Symbolic.

Franklin and the hitchhiker have made at best tenuous entries into the socio-cultural world of the Symbolic; Leatherface, on the other hand, hasn’t properly entered that world at all, since the closest he’s able to use language is through whimpering and oinking. He’s generally described as being mentally handicapped, but I suspect that extreme trauma from his childhood has silenced him…has, pardon the expression, retarded his development.

You see, sometimes containment is negative, that is, the opposite of soothing. Negative containment can lead instead to a nameless dread, something the three brothers originally experienced, then started projecting on to other people; this negative containment is symbolized in the film by Leatherface’s phallic chainsaw, or the hitchhiker’s phallic knife, cutting into their victims’ bodies and making yonic wounds in them. In Lacanian terms, this nameless dread could be called the Real, that traumatizing, inexpressible, undifferentiated world expressed in the black screen seen at the beginning of the film.

Note how I never refer to the three psychopathic brothers by their names, as they’re referred to in the sequels. I prefer to refer to them as the “old man,” “hitchhiker,” and “Leatherface” as given in the end credits, because I feel that their namelessness is significant as far as the meaning of the film is concerned. Not having names reflects their social alienation, as well as their inability to communicate and be communicated to normally. These problems of theirs explain their regressive tendency towards the infantile, primitive, preverbal communication of projective identification as through the piercing of the contained (the knife, sledgehammer, or chainsaw) into the container (the victim’s wound). The hitchhiker, recall, calls his brother “Leatherface,” rather than by a normal Christian name.

IX: When Victimizers are Victims, Too

Kirk and Pam go off outside, and they find the house of the psychopath family. Hoping to get some gas from them, Kirk ventures inside to look around and see if anyone is in.

This going into a house one hasn’t been permitted to enter, only to suffer terrible horrors, if not to be outright killed, had already been seen in Psycho (Detective Arbogast and Lila Crane going into Bates’s house), and would be seen in Pulp Fiction (Butch and Marcellus Wallace barging into Maynard’s pawn shop). This ‘invasion’ of the psychopaths’ private world will result in the invasion of the intruders’ bodies by a hammer, a hatchet, a chainsaw, and a knife.

Being so impoverished, and mentally ill from that impoverishment, the family of psychopaths perceive the outside world to be unremittingly hostile. Their viciousness is thus projected onto the world. Small wonder Leatherface is so terrified when Kirk, Pam, and Jerry come into his house.

Indeed, as scary as Leatherface is, he is by far the most scared of all. The old man beats him and bullies him, his only name seems to be Leatherface (note that I’m unconcerned with the sequels and remakes), and–speaking of that name of his–can one even being to wonder what cruel tortures he went through to make him need to cover his face with dying human flesh?

I’m less concerned with any physical damage or disfigurement done to his face, or ugliness, that the masks are supposed to hide. The three masks we see him wear in the film, those of the Killer, the Old Lady, and the Pretty Lady (i.e., the last one with the makeup on it), all represent three personalities for Leatherface, for without the masks, he has no personality. The extremity of the abuse he has suffered, from financial hard times taking away his job and identity as a slaughterhouse worker, to the particularly cruel abuse from his family–presumably from early childhood–has destroyed his whole sense of self. His masks represent False Selves hiding no self, just as the old man’s pretense of comforting gentleness to Sally during the film’s climax, as well as his warning of the five youths to stay away, is his False Self of kindness and sanity hiding his psychopathic True Self.

So when we see Leatherface, we see a mad slasher, but he sees himself as protecting his home. First came the financial hard times, and the unemployment and hunger that have led to cannibalism; then there were all these strange people coming into his house uninvited. He feels as though the whole world is closing in on him.

X: The First Killings

Still, his use of that sledgehammer to crack Kirk’s skull open is a scary sight to see. His wearing of the Killer mask to murder Kirk, Pam, and Jerry is thus fitting. That slamming shut of the steel door to the back room after killing Kirk is chilling. It also begins what is for me the tensest, scariest moment of the film. We’re all begging Pam not to follow her dead boyfriend into the house.

Her stumbling into that room with all the lint-covered skulls and bones of humans and animals just confirms all of those dire astrological warnings she read in the van. I’m not sure if a tiny ribcage we see hanging is one of an animal or of a baby. She’s so overwhelmed with these ghoulish sculptures that she pukes.

Part of the terror of her seeing Leatherface is his terror of seeing her in his house; as I said above, believe it or not, he’s the most scared of all. On the other hand, an interesting contrast to be made is between how the male victims are largely killed, usually dispatched quickly, and how the female victims are terrorized before either being killed, or in Sally’s case, slashed and beaten in the attempt to kill her.

Hanging Pam on her back on that hook is more than painful to watch: like the phallic stabbing of Marion Crane in the shower in Psycho, the invasion of that phallic hook in her back is a symbolic rape. I’m reminded of a line in Tori Amos‘s “Me and a Gun,” a song about her having been raped at knifepoint (I think we know what the gun really was): “…and a man on my back.” Recall, in connection with all of this, what I said above about the objectifying of Sally early in the film, and her being sliced up by the hitchhiker towards the end.

[Incidentally, on page 11 of the script, just around when the cowboy takes her by the arm and away from Jerry to find her grandfather’s grave, Sally is described as “braless and her breasts bounce enticingly beneath the thin fabric of her t-shirt.” She’s also described on page 2 as “a beautiful blond girl,” reminding us of the lecherous song, “Fool For a Blonde.”]

XI: Punching Down

This abusive, sexually-charged treatment of women (symbolically, that is), as if they were just pieces of tasty meat, is linked with a more general issue of this impoverished, psychopathic family: they punch down, instead of even trying to punch up. I discussed this issue in my analysis of the TV film, Duel. The frustrations of the poor under capitalism are far too often taken out on other poor people, a product of alienation, rather than channeled together, in solidarity with all of the poor, to rise up in revolution against the ruling class. The slaughter of defenseless animals is certainly tied in with, and symbolic of, this problem of punching down.

It’s always easier to take one’s frustrations out on the weak, then to rise up against the strong.

Even more punching down happens when Jerry repeatedly taunts Franklin with the threat, however joking, that the hitchhiker is going to kill him–a truly mean thing to say to a traumatized, vulnerable young man in a wheelchair, though I’d say that Jerry’s worst sins are that hair and that shirt of his.

XII: The Climax

After the killings of Jerry and Franklin, Sally becomes the final girl, screaming and running from Leatherface and his chainsaw in the outside grasses and bushes at night. This terror involving running away from an armed killer in the bush at night suggests the trauma of soldiers and civilians in the jungles of Vietnam, experiencing the terror of an ambush. Such a comparison deserves to be made considering the subtle political commentary I mentioned above in a film made in the early 70s.

Sally runs into a house where she thinks she’ll be safe, though she’s totally unaware that it’s the house of the psychos. Leatherface saws up the front door to get in after she has locked it; this damaging of his own home represents how the abuse of others can be so destructive that it can bounce back and harm oneself. Certainly, when the old man comes home and sees the door, he’ll be abusive to Leatherface for it; of course, if the family hadn’t been going around ‘punching down’ in the first place, things wouldn’t have escalated to the point of ‘punching themselves.’

Sally runs up to the second floor and finds Grandpa and ‘Grandma,’ presumably, hoping she can get some help from them. Note the lack of any living females in this beyond dysfunctional family. Small wonder Leatherface crossdresses: he isn’t transgender–he just does it to compensate for the lack of sisters, mothers, and grandmothers.

Sally has to jump out the window and run outside again. She returns to the Gulf gas station where she thinks the old man will help her; but just as with the family’s ‘grandparents,’ any sense of safety from Leatherface in this shelter is only illusory. The gas station can thus be seen as the ‘sane’ double of the house. It seems normal, the cooked human flesh masquerading as ‘barbecue,’ just as the old man seems reasonable and comforting to Sally at first…until he brings out the bag and rope. Indeed, the insane are often able to wear a mask of sanity when in public.

Part of the old man’s sadism is leaving the gas station door wide open as he goes off to bring over his truck. That wide-open door, with the blackness of night outside as well as our knowledge that Leatherfae is out there somewhere, just adds to the tension.

XIII: An Abuser’s Mask of Sanity

The old man hitting her with the broomstick to subdue her should be seen as no different from his beating the hitchhiker or Leatherface: he’s simply abusive, while putting on a front of sanity and reasonability. With her tied up, gagged, and in the bag as he drives her back to the house, he talks his fake consoling words while poking her with a stick and chuckling like the sadistic psychopath that he is. This juxtaposition of ‘consoling’ and cruelty is typical of the abuser, who alternates between periods of ‘kindness’ and meanness to his victim in order to establish traumatic bonding. As a result, Sally’s ordeal draws out into a seemingly endless nightmare.

Driving towards the house, the old man finds the hitchhiker, and we learn–through the former’s angry scolding of the latter–who has been responsible for all the grave robbing. The old man is concerned with preserving the false image of his family’s innocence and status while allowing all kinds of viciousness and cruelty in secret. Recall his words when seeing the sawed-up front door to the house: “Look what your brother did to the door! Ain’t he got no pride in his home?”

An example of the family’s cannibalism, as well as their regard of pretty Sally as delicious food, is when Grandpa is allowed to suck the blood out of a cut on her finger. Franklin was right when he said in the van, upon meeting the hitchhiker, “A whole family of Draculas.”

Such a false image of a ‘virtuous’ family with a good social status is common among abusive ones, their insistent, narcissistic denial of any wrongdoing. Such a duality of seeming virtue versus secret vice is epitomized when we see the three brothers and Grandpa at the dinner table with screaming Sally. The old man (playing the role of ‘father’), Leatherface in the dark wig and Pretty Lady mask (‘mother’), and the hitchhiker (the ‘rebellious teen son’) parody the traditional American family at dinner. Their bickering looks like a trivializing of their profound dysfunction–again, typical of abusive families. (Incidentally, research has suggested that psychological aggression in American families is so prevalent as to be almost universal.)

Paralleled to this duality of the façade of the virtuous family vs. the real, dysfunctional one is the duality of the cook vs. the killers. The hitchhiker, in the role of the ‘rebellious teen son,’ defies the authority of the old man, the ‘father,’ by saying he’s “just a cook,” while the hitchhiker and Leatherface have to do all the dirty work of killing Sally et al.

The old man, pretending he’s the sane one of the family, says he takes “no pleasure in killing,” even though he’ll stand by and allow his brothers to do it, even laughing as it’s happening. He’ll cook the human flesh, but he hypocritically fancies that he’s above killing. The family’s cannibalism, recall, represents the non-vegetarian lust for animal meat. Many of us are content to buy and cook our beef, chicken, pork, etc., but let the farmers do the killing for us.

XIV: Mirroring Faces

The hitchhiker and Leatherface like to add psychological terror into the mix by going up to Sally for a closer look. (One is reminded of that song, “Fool for a Blonde,” in which the singer sings about watching women, thinking lewd thoughts.) The hitchhiker asks Leatherface if he likes her face, implying that after they kill her, he’ll cut hers off and use it as a new mask. I used to think the hitchhiker was asking Sally if she liked Leatherface’s Pretty Lady mask, which of course she never would.

Leatherface’s Pretty Lady mask, with make-up crudely painted on it, and his woman’s wig, can be improved on in terms of beauty, or so he imagines, if he replaces it with hers as a new mask. His stroking of her pretty long blonde hair indicates that he’d like to replace the wig with it, too.

As I said above, this cross-dressing of his shouldn’t be confused with the actual transgender experience; as with Norman Bates and his ‘Mother’ personality, the Pretty Lady is just one of Leatherface’s False Selves, because his trauma has deprived him of a True Self. The Pretty Lady is actually a feeble narcissistic defence against total psychological fragmentation.

Leatherface looks at Sally as if she were a metaphorical mirror showing his ideal-I, which he wishes he could live up to. He has a tenuous narcissistic link to the Imaginary while teetering on the brink of the Real, where he’d have no identity at all, no link at all with reality, since the trauma of the undifferentiated, inexpressible blackness of the Real is a total psychotic break with reality, total psychological fragmentation.

While he looks at her, admiring an ideal of feminine beauty, she of course can only look back at him with disgust. This contrast underscores the alienation felt between the ideal-I and the fragmentary, awkward reality that is Leatherface’s physical existence. It also underscores the alienation felt in the inability to communicate with others, to connect in the world of this film.

The brothers and Grandpa sit at dinner, posturing as a normal family, while Sally screams and screams, tied to a chair with the severed hands of one of her murdered friends attached to it. Leatherface and the hitchhiker mock her screams like two mean, immature kids, as if abuse were a trivial form of pain. The hitchhiker’s immature mocking of her screaming and–as he sees it–babyish sobbing is a projection of his own babyishness, with his blowing of raspberries.

When the old man chides his two younger brothers for the noise they’re making and their mocking her, saying, “No need to torture the poor girl,” he’s demonstrating his hypocrisy in pretending to have even a modicum of sympathy for her, since only seconds earlier, he too was laughing at her screaming and crying. His fake pity is another example of the false front of goodness that an abuser presents to the public, to make himself look good.

XV: Escape

Finally, the brothers decide to let Grandpa kill her with a quick blow of a hammer on her head. The old man brags that Grandpa’s “the best killer there ever was,” that he could kill her with “one lick,” and so her death would be quick and minimally painful; but at his advanced age (he’s over a hundred years old!), Grandpa can barely hold the hammer in his hand, much less give Sally a fatal blow. So a ‘quick death’ turns into all the more of a prolonged agony for her.

When the hitchhiker offers to take the hammer from Grandpa and kill her, he foolishly loosens his grip on her, so she can break free and jump out the window. It’s morning, and the sun’s up. As she’s limping towards the main road, the hitchhiker pursues her with his knife, and Leatherface comes out with his chainsaw.

With the end of the film, we see again how abuse often comes back onto the abuser when the hitchhiker, in the middle of the road and his attention consumed with cutting up Sally, doesn’t notice an oncoming truck until it’s too late, and he’s crushed under its wheels. Similarly, Leatherface chases her and the driver, who’s stopped and gotten out of his truck; and after the driver throws a large wrench at Leatherface’s head, knocking him to the ground, his chainsaw digs into his leg. Now Leatherface has to limp.

XVI: Leatherface, the Ultimate Victim

A pickup truck is driving by, and Sally gets in the back. They drive away, her laughing triumphantly. Leatherface will have to go home and tell the old man that not only did the girl get away, able to tell the public about the psycho family, but also that the hitchhiker died.

Leatherface knows he’s going to suffer terrible abuse for his failure to get her. Recall that I called him the most scared of all the characters in this film. He has no victim to take out his frustrations on (in the negative container/contained sense I described above). He will only be able to whimper unintelligibly as his older brother beats him with a stick, like a cruel husband beating his wife (and it’s sadly fitting that Leatherface is dressed like someone’s wife at this moment). All Leatherface can do is flail his chainsaw as he watches her disappear in that truck, him unable to put his despair into words. She escaped his abusive world…he can never do so.

How like the unverbalized frustration of the poor who punch down, and who are so poor, so low, they often don’t even have anybody to punch down on.

‘Gaya,’ a Surreal Adventure–Chapter Two

After a long march along the tunnels inside Gaya’s legs, the two separated bands of Tesel’s army reached her knees. In exhaustion, they all fell on their knees, hungry and despairing over the prospect of facing another ambush of Aisa’s army in the pelvic region.

“We can’t do it,” one of the men said to Fil.

“We’ll all be killed,” a man next to him added.

“It’s a miracle that as many of us survived as we did,” a man said to Tesel.

“Aisa’s men are sure to attack us again, as soon as we emerge from these leg tunnels,” Lia said. “Still, we can’t give up. Gaya is depending on us.”

“I know,” Tesel said to her. “But look at these men. They are completely demoralized.”

“What are we going to do?” she asked.

“That I don’t know,” he said.

Tesel and Lia looked out at all of their tired, miserable soldiers, as did Fil in the tunnel of the other leg. They couldn’t give up, yet they could only give up.

Just then, they all heard a female voice from up above. Was it a goddess’s voice, or that of a heavenly, female angel? The soldiers all listened in total silence.

This is what they heard: GayathisisLilayourfriendpleasedon’tdieonmeIwon’tbeabletobearitIneedyouIloveyouInever toldyouthatbeforebutIreallydoI’vealwayslovedyoueversinceourfirstscenewefilmedtogetherandit’snotonlyyourbodyit’sallofyouyourmindyourheartyourpaineverythingIwanttoshareallthosethingsofminewithyoursandIcan’tdothatifyoudiepleasedon’tdiewakeupsweetiewakeup

Though it was hard for the soldiers to understand what the goddess was saying up there, the sobbing in her words voiced what language couldn’t. Tesel was inspired by the pain he heard, and he strove to translate it to the men.

“Men!” he called out in a voice so loud, even Fil’s men in the tunnel of the other leg could hear him. “I know you’ve suffered, I know you’re tired and hungry, I know you’re afraid, but you must remember that Gaya has also suffered, she is also tired and hungry, and she is also afraid, because she is dying. And if she dies, we will all die, too. This horrific reality is why we must not give up hope, as hard as not giving up will be. Did you all not hear the weeping of the goddess from up in the heavens? She was weeping for our dying world!”

The men were now looking up at Tesel, those on both sides listening with love in their hearts for their land. They were beginning to feel ashamed of themselves for their weakness and selfishness.

“Now,” Tesel went on, “if we die in our next battle with Aisa, then we’ll die; but we’ll die fighting–we’ll die having tried. If we just stay here, afraid to die, we’ll still die in the end, because Gaya will die. We’ll have allowed Gaya to die. But…if we go back up there and fight, and win…or fight, and retreat on the other side, and enough of us survive, there is already great honor in that feat alone. What’s more, our survivors can move up her body, feed on her breast-milk, feel the love of her heart, gain fighting skills from her hands, and gain insight from her mind. All of these together can be used to defeat Aisa’s army once and for all, and to save Gaya, to bring her back to health! Men, are you with me?!”

“YEAHHHHH!!!!” all of the men on both sides shouted.

This speech gave all the soldiers renewed strength and hope, and after having had enough rest, they all rose and continued their march in the tunnels of Gaya’s upper legs. Those led by Tesel and Lia, having heard his speech louder and right before them so they could see his encouraging eyes, were all the more inspired and energized, so they reached Gaya’s pelvic region sooner. Fil’s followers were slowed down all the more by his sporadic swigs of wine from a cup he’d been hiding from Tesel’s sight in a bag tied to his belt.

Aisa was watching the approach of Tesel’s men. He was pleasantly surprised to see so few.

“Is that all?” he asked his second-in-command, Lew. “Surely more than that retreated from us.”

“The other half went down the other leg,” Lew said.

“Yes, but why haven’t they returned with Tesel’s men?” Aisa asked.

“They may arrive soon after,” Lew said.

“Or they were so intimidated by our strength that they rightly don’t dare try to fight us again,” Aisa said with a proud smirk.

“That could be, but just to be sure, we should station some men to watch the entrance from the other leg.”

“Very well. Have three men wait there, and they can call out to us if the rest of Tesel’s men emerge. I suspect, all the same, that they’ll be too cowardly to face us again.”

So three of Aisa’s men were put at the other leg’s entrance. while the rest of them, grinning with ravenous teeth, watched Tesel’s group approaching.

All of them are going to fight our half of the army?” Lia asked. “We cannot take on all of Aisa’s men at once, not without Fil and the others.”

“I suspect they think the half that Fil is leading won’t come at all,” Tesel said. “Fil is probably slowing them down with his pauses to drink wine. You know how he is. After all, I’m not with him to stop him from doing that.”

“Then the drunken fool won’t lead his men into battle!” she said.

“Oh, he will,” Tesel reassured her. “Fil may be a drunk, but he’s trustworthy, we know that. He and his men will just be a little late.”

“Late enough for us to be massacred!”

“I don’t think so, Lia. Aisa’s men have a hungry and overconfident look on their faces, as you can see before you. They’ll take the fight lightly. We know Aisa’s pride. Meanwhile, Fil’s tipsiness will bring out his aggression, and his men will charge right in as soon as they see what’s happening. They’ll surprise Aisa’s men, taking them all off guard, and this just might aid us in a victory, or at least a severe weakening of Aisa’s men, which will be an encouragement to us.”

“That just might be,” she said with a smile.

“All of you back there,” Tesel shouted back at his half of the army. “Fight hard! Fil and his men will arrive to help us soon enough! Take heart! The more of Aisa’s men we kill without Fil’s men, the greater glory for us. Charge!

All of Tesel’s men yelled as they rushed forward.

Aisa’s men didn’t bother with the illusion of dancing nude women this time. They considered this battle an easy win without the need of tricks, and they knew that Tesel’s men wouldn’t be fooled by that illusion a second time in a row, as enticing as it might have looked. They just charged in as their enemy was doing.

Aisa and Tesel ran straight at each other, their swords raised up high, and their teeth clenched to show their lust for each other’s blood. Their swords clashed with an ear-splitting clang and locked together, and looking each other in the eye, the men struggled to bring the other’s sword down.

Both armies smashed into each other like colliding cars. Aisa’s men imagined they would just eat up Tesel’s but they were surprised–and impressed–to see so much bravery and resilience in such a small group of troops.

Tesel’s army managed to mow their way through a large section of Aisa’s. Blood was spraying everywhere, but Aisa’s men in the back assumed most of it was the enemy’s blood. Lopped-off heads and arms flew in the air.

Tesel and Aisa kept clanging their swords together.

“This is suicide for you and your men, Tesel,” Aisa said when both men paused to regain some strength. “You should not have come back. You have no hope of defeating us. All of this bravery your men are showing will have been for nothing. Give up!

“We still have a few surprises left, Aisa,” Tesel said, then lunged at his enemy. Their clashing of swords resumed.

Fil’s followers emerged from the top of Gaya’s leg. As soon as they saw the three men stationed there by Aisa, Fil and two others threw knives at them, hitting each dead in the chest. They fell before they could call out to Aisa’s army. Fil and his soldiers could come up and attack their enemy from behind unseen.

They all lined up behind Aisa’s rear guard and began by stabbing each man in the back. The men’s cries of pain were heard by those immediately in front of them, but when those men turned around, swords were stabbed in their guts before they could defend themselves. The next line of Aisa’s men were ready, though, and Fil’s warriors had to clash swords with them.

Aisa’s men had adjusted to fighting on two fronts now, and they were no longer taking the fight easily. They were making all of Tesel’s men feel the full power of their fighting ability. They were turning the battle around in their favour.

Aisa’s sword slashed a deep cut in Tesel’s arm, making him slip and fall. Aisa raised his sword, ready to deal the killing blow, when Lia raced over and slashed Aisa’s left leg. Aisa limped with a groan of pain.

He swept his sword in the air in an arc that would have sliced off her head had she not dodged it. Then he tried a lunge at her guts, and he would have killed her, except…

…an earthquake…

Everyone fell to the side. Luckily for Tesel’s men, most of them–including himself, Fil, and Lia–fell upward in the direction of Gaya’s heart and breasts, farther off from Aisa’s men to be able to retreat. They all heard voices from above:

That’sitletsgetheroverontothisbedoverherethenwecanreplacethesheetswithfreshonestheregoodnowlet’sgetthedirtyoldsheetsandpillowcaseoff

The earthquake ended as quickly as it had started, and Tesel’s men quickly got up and took advantage of the situation.

Aisa’s men watched them retreating. “That’s it,” one of them shouted. “Run away from us again, like the cowards you are!”

“Don’t listen to them!” Lia shouted. “We’ll be back, and we’ll be better!”

“That’s right,” Tesel said, his hand on his bloody arm. “We’re heading for Gaya’s stomach, then to her heart and breasts, where we’ll feed and revive ourselves. We’ll reach her hands, where we’ll improve our fighting skills, then finally to her brain, where we’ll learn a battle plan to defeat Aisa once and for all. Onward!

His surviving soldiers were tired and hurt, but with much more confidence and hope. They could see a real possibility to defeat the enemy.

Terraces

The upper classes
are kept up by the middle classes,
who are scared of dropping to the lower classes.

The wealthy
should be lowered to the middle,
so that we can bring the poor up from their misery.

The super-rich
will never be brought down,
so the poor must rise up to take them down.

The establishment of a temporary workers’ state
can equalize us by keeping a tight leash
on the rich, stopping their rise;

then the capable
can produce all of the things
that everyone needs, down to the neediest.

Analysis of ‘Pulp Fiction’

Pulp Fiction is a 1994 film written and directed by Quentin Tarantino, based on stories by him and Roger Avary. It stars John Travolta, Samuel L Jackson, Bruce Willis, Tim Roth, Ving Rhames, and Uma Thurman, with Harvey Keitel, Amanda Plummer, Eric Stolz, Rosanna Arquette, Maria de Medeiros, and Christopher Walken.

Pulp Fiction won the Palme d’Or at the 1994 Cannes Film Festival. It was also nominated for seven Oscars, including Best Picture, Best Director, Best Actor (Travolta), Best Supporting Actor (Jackson) and Actress (Thurman), and Best Film Editing (Sally Henke). It won Best Original Screenplay.

The film is widely considered Tarantino’s magnum opus, and as a cultural watershed, it has influenced many other films and media in terms of style. Pulp Fiction is on many critics’ lists of the greatest films of all time.

Here is a link to quotes from the film.

The main themes of the film are sin and death (as in, “The wages of sin is death“), as well as redemption, or at least attempts at it.

There is a vague sense of these themes already as Pumpkin (Roth) is telling Honey Bunny (Plummer) that he doesn’t want to rob liquor stores anymore because it’s too dangerous: either the couple will have to shoot the owners of the stores, or the owners, like “Grandpa Irving…with a fuckin’ Magnum in his hand,” will shoot them. Sin leads to death. Pumpkin attempts redemption, in a way, by not wanting to rob liquor stores anymore, but fails in that attempt by saying he wants to rob the restaurant he and Honey Bunny are dining in.

Failure at redemption in this film is best summed up in something Manohla Dargis says at the end of the Foreword to the script for Pulp Fiction: ‘When Jules [Winnfield–Jackson], Tarantino’s killer who witnesses divine intervention, says, “I’m trying real hard to be a shepherd,” it’s a miracle that he’s trying at all.’ (Tarantino, p. 4)

The plethora of pop culture references in Pulp Fiction–from its soundtrack, starting with “Misirilou” and “Jungle Boogie,” and continuing with references to McDonald’s burgers and TV show pilots, to all of the many movie allusions–is a reflection of what could be called the sin of idolatry, the worship, as it were, of pop music and movie stars, as well as commodity fetishism. We are all mesmerized by the production of images, sounds, and commodities, oblivious to the effort of workers in making these things all a reality.

Before I continue with the conversation between Jules and Vincent Vega (Travolta) as they approach the apartment where they’ll kill Brett (played by Frank Whaley), Roger “Flock of Seagulls” (played by Burr Steers), et al, I want to discuss my interpretation of who Marsellus Wallace (Rhames) represents. I see the crime boss as God, but in more of a Demiurge, Old Testament sense, than a Christian one.

The stealing of the briefcase by Brett et al is a sin not in the mundane sense of, say, stealing diamonds, but more as a form of blasphemy. Some in the mid-1990s believed that Wallace’s soul was in the briefcase, and I tend to go with that. The briefcase thus is in a way rather like the Ark of the Covenant, its contents representative and associative of God’s presence. The Ark of the Covenant was kept in the Holy of Holies, by the way, which was the inner sanctuary of the Tabernacle, where God’s presence appeared.

With these interpretations in mind, we can now begin to understand what’s going on when Jules is telling Vincent why Marsellus had Antwan Rockamora, or “Tony Rocky Horror,” thrown out of a window for having apparently given a foot massage to Marsellus’ wife, Mia (Thurman). According to Vincent, such physical familiarity with the crime boss’s wife is in “the same ballpark” as having performed cunnilingus on her, or, to use Jules’s most apt choice of words, “stickin’ your tongue in her holiest of holies.”

Both offences, Brett’s and Antwan’s, are comparable to the desecration of a holy place, a kind of blasphemy. If Marsellus is God, Mia (a possible pun on Maria) is a kind of ‘Mother of God,’ as it were. Getting too physically familiar with her, given that she, as his wife, is bone of his bones and flesh of his flesh, is tantamount to getting too physically familiar with him. Fornicating with her is thus comparable to raping him. I’m reminded of the 75th of Martin Luther‘s Ninety-Five Theses: “To consider papal indulgences so great that they could absolve a man even if he had done the impossible and had violated the mother of God is madness.” (Lull, page 28)

The juxtaposition of Brett’s and Antwan’s sins is significant, one dealt with immediately after the other. Mia later telling Vincent in Jackrabbit Slim’s that Antwan had only shaken her hand, and that only he and Marsellus knew why the latter had the former thrown out of a window could be the mere denials of an adulteress; and a “foot massage” could be a euphemism for, if you’ll indulge me, foutre, since a direct discussion of adulterous sex with Mia the ‘Queen of Heaven‘ would be a blasphemous taboo.

Remember how Jules compares Brett’s theft of the briefcase, a stealing of Marcellus’ soul, to having “tried to fuck ‘im and Marcellus Wallace don’t like to be fucked by anybody except Missus Wallace” (remember this in light of the later incident with Zed [played by Peter Greene]). Immediately after Jules says this, we get the Ezekiel quote, linking these incidents with God and sin all the more.

Before I go into the Bible quote, though, I’d like to discuss the significance of Jules asking Brett what Marsellus Wallace looks like. Note that there is no image or form for the Jewish or Islamic God, and to give God an image or form would thus be blasphemy. Small wonder Brett is unable to answer Jules’s question until the threat of being shot dead is too urgent to leave unanswered. All Brett can say is “What?”

If you were to look up Ezekiel 25:17, you would find only this: “And I will execute great vengeance upon them with furious rebukes; and they shall know that I am the LORD, when I shall lay my vengeance upon them.” The rest of what Jules says–inspired by the words of an offscreen narrator at the beginning of an old Sonny Chiba martial arts film, Karate Kiba (The Bodyguard, 1976)–is nonetheless central to Pulp Fiction‘s themes of sin and death. Associating these words with the Bible, and therefore with God as represented by Marsellus, is thus fitting.

The wages of sin is death, Brett. Having read the Bible, you should know that. You may have gone into this thing with “the best intentions,” but the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Antwan was luckier: he only got a speech impediment. Still, all this fear surrounding the offending of Marsellus is enough to get Vincent, soon to take Mia out on a date while her husband’s away, very nervous.

Now, I’ve said that Marsellus represents God, but hardly in the Christian sense of personifying absolute good. After all, that briefcase’s combination is 666. As I said above, Marsellus is more like the Old Testament Demiurge, creator of the physical world (remember, Marsellus could give Jimmie [played by Tarantino himself] “a whole bedroom set” to replace the linen being sacrificed to help cover up Vincent’s accidental shooting of Marvin [played by Phil LaMarr), associated by many Gnostics with Satan.

In other posts–including two analyses I did of Tarantino films–I’ve written of mafia men, criminal businessmen, as being symbolic of capitalists, exploitative owners of businesses. Marsellus owns a large topless bar called Sally LeRoy’s. Religion has routinely been used by the ruling class to keep the masses in check. Many consider God to be protective of capitalism against ‘Godless’ communism. Marsellus is God, and he’s a capitalist.

An example of Marsellus’ exploitative nature is seen when he fixes a fight, paying boxer Butch Coolidge (Willis) to go down in the fifth round of an upcoming fight. A significant moment in Marsellus’ speech to Butch, meant to motivate the boxer to keep his end of the deal and really lose the fight, and thus to be known thereafter as a palooka, is when he says, “Fuck pride!” Pride is a deadly sin not only in the Christian tradition; Greek myth is full of stories of the fall of hubris.

I’m guessing that when Vincent calls Butch a palooka at the bar, the latter feels “a slight sting…pride,” which not only pushes him to win the fight, infuriating Marsellus, but also to shoot Vincent when he emerges from the bathroom.

After this, and just before his “date” with Mia, Vincent goes to buy some heroin off of Lance (Stolz). When we see Vincent shooting up, then driving high as a kite to the Wallace house to pick her up, we see what could be deemed a reversal of Marx’s old dictum: “Opium [or, in this case, heroin] is the religion of the people.” Glory to God in the…highest. When he goes into the house, we hear Dusty Springfield singing “Son of a Preacher Man,” reinforcing the film’s association with religious matters. Mia will “be out within three shakes of a lamb‘s tail.” (In the film, she says, “two,” but in the script, she says “three” [Tarantino, page 44].) When Marsellus’ Queen of Heaven is ready to go, we get to join in on Tarantino’s fetishization of her bare feet.

Their date in Jackrabbit Slim’s, a restaurant that pays homage to 1950s pop culture, demonstrates how capitalism exploits our idolatry of celebrities, movies, and rock ‘n’ roll. Note how an admittedly delicious milkshake in the restaurant costs five dollars. Commodities sold here are so fetishized, they’re named after famous directors, TV hosts, comedy duos, or radio/TV sitcom characters: for example, you could order a “Douglas Sirk steak,” a “Durwood Kirby burger,” a “Martin and Lewis shake” (vanilla), or an “Amos and Andy shake” (chocolate).

Waiters and waitresses do cosplays, if you will, of movie or rock ‘n’ roll stars: Vincent’s and Mia’s waiter is Buddy Holly (played by Steve Buscemi), and another one is dressed like James Dean; waitresses include Marilyn Monroe, Mamie Van Doren, and…Jayne Mansfield must have the night off. Performers impersonate Ed Sullivan, Ricky Nelson, etc. Of course, getting Travolta to dance is a pop culture reference in itself, even though Vincent’s iconic dance scene with Mia was written before Travolta got the role.

When Vincent and Mia return to her home, her wearing his overcoat, he’s feeling nervous about the temptation to fuck his boss’s wife. She wants drinks and music, which in a way could remind us of Mrs. Robinson’s attempt to seduce Benjamin Braddock in her home. Mia plays a cover of Neil Diamond‘s “Girl, You’ll Be a Woman Soon,” performed by Urge Overkill. The becoming a woman soon sounds a lot like Benjamin becoming a man soon, thanks to Mrs. Robinson. This is Vincent. He’s a little worried about his future.

He goes to the bathroom, the first of three times we see him do so in the film. Whenever he leaves the bathroom, there’s the danger of death. Since the wages of sin is death, using the bathroom–to take a shower, as we’ll see Butch do later, or to clean oneself out (to remove the filth and sin inside you) with the toilet, as Vincent does, and as Jules and Honey Bunny say they’ve got to do–is symbolic of an attempt at redemption, a cleansing of oneself of sin. As clean as you may be when you come out of the bathroom, though, you know you’ll have to return to the water of that Ganges.

Vincent does a monologue in the bathroom to help himself resist the temptation of seducing the drunk and stoned Mia, reminding himself that Marsellus’ wanting him to take her out while he’s away is a test of Vincent’s loyalty to his boss, just as God tested such men as Abraham. In sticking to his commitment not to take advantage of Mia, Vincent thinks he’s leaving the bathroom cleansed of sinful thoughts, redeemed, and safe from death…

…except that Mia, thinking the bag of heroin in his coat pocket is cocaine, has shorted a line of it, is ODing on it, and is dying.

Now he has to redeem himself again by saving her life, so he rushes her to Lance’s house for an adrenalin shot. After all, isn’t her taking his drugs up her nose, making her a “fucked up bitch,” a lot like her taking his d… up her…, as Antwan may very well have done? Ironically, a phallic needle stabbed into her breastplate, jizzing adrenaline into her heart, saves her. Her shock from coming out of it, seeing that needle in her chest, seems comparable to that of the Mother of God if she were violated. Girl, you just became a woman.

The next sequence shows Butch as a child watching a cartoon on TV. It’s one of those low-budget productions, using Synchro-Vox technology, superimposing talking lips on a static cartoon drawing–Clutch Cargo.

Staring in a daze, transfixed before a TV, being lulled into its illusion and suspending disbelief: all of these are so symbolic of the idolater adoring his image, his fetish, imagining there’s the spirit of a god inhabiting the carved piece of wood or metallic statue. And yet the poor quality of Clutch Cargo‘s limited animation is so obviously fake. The impressionable boy is totally immersed in the story, all the same.

Some critics think that Pulp Fiction‘s allusions to TV are more central to the film than its references to other movies or to popular music. Apart from Clutch Cargo, consider the many TV references in the film: Speed Racer, The Brady Bunch, The Partridge Family, The Avengers, The Three Stooges, The Flintstones, I Spy, Green Acres, Kung Fu, Happy Days, and of course, Mia’s fictional TV pilot, Fox Force Five.

All of this TV idolatry reinforces the theme of sin in Pulp Fiction, a movie title inspired by old magazines “containing lurid subject matter.” Butch is told by his mother to turn off the TV and listen to Captain Koons (Walken) tell the story of all the trials and difficulties of getting a watch from Butch’s great-grandfather to his grandfather, then to his father, who gave it to Koons in a POW camp in Hanoi where the two had to hide it in their rectums to prevent it from being confiscated by the Vietnamese, and finally Koons is giving it to little Butch. These men are now the boy’s new heroes, new idols replacing those on the TV for his pagan adoration. Accordingly, the boy watches the captain with as rapt a look on his face, while Koons tells his story, as little Butch must have had while watching the cartoon on TV.

The childhood memory of Koons giving him the watch seems to have been a dream, for immediately after it, we see present-day Butch wake up from it in a shock, as if it were a terrible nightmare. The dream ought to have been disturbing for him, since he’s been reminded of the heroic efforts of the men who passed on the watch to him, while he’s about to let himself be made into a mere palooka.

The disappointment he feels like he’ll be to the men in his family looking down on him from heaven feels like too much for him, so he feels that “slight sting…pride.” The outcome of the boxing match he’s supposed to lose illustrates just how deadly a sin pride can be, for not only does Butch not lose the fight–he beats the other boxer so badly that he actually kills the man.

He rushes away in a taxicab in such a hurry that his boxing gloves are still on. His driver, a pretty Colombian woman named Esmerelda Villalobos (played by Angela Jones), has listened to the outcome of the fight on the radio, and she’s fascinated to have met a man who’s actually killed someone with his fists. Sin and death so permeate this film, not only do we have a plethora of murders, profanity (including outright pornographic dialogue), racial slurs (i.e., Tarantino’s by-now-typical fetishizing of the n-word), theft, idolatry of pop culture, etc., but we also even have admirers of crime.

As far as attempts at redemption are concerned, or at least attempts at repentance, when Butch learns from his driver that brutal beating of his opponent in the ring actually killed him, all he can muster is, “Sorry ’bout that, Floyd.” Then, when she asks him how he feels about having killed the man, he says he doesn’t feel at all bad about it. So much for repentance. “If saying ‘sorry’ ever meant anything, what are the police for?” as my wife would say in Chinese.

Hiding away with his girlfriend, Fabienne (Medeiros), Butch hears her talking about how she wishes she had a pot belly (translation: she wants to be pregnant). He says he’d punch her in her ‘pot belly,’ which, after walking in the shadows of his heroic father (as well as Koons), grandfather, and great-grandfather, sounds like the unconscious expression of a Laius complex. Butch doesn’t want there to be any more sons to have to pass a watch on to.

A symbolic attempt at redemption occurs during his shower (recall the bathroom as a place of purification), but he fails to attain grace when he taunts Fabienne by calling her a “retard,” getting her angry. His ‘taking it back’ sounds as insincere as his having said “Sorry” to Floyd for beating him to death in the ring.

Her forgetting to get the watch when packing all of their things forces Butch to go back to his apartment to get it, risking facing Marsellus’ men, at least one of whom (namely, Vincent) is waiting for him there. Butch’s killing of Floyd, then running away, is cowardly compared to what the previous men in his family went through, especially to keep the watch.

Now, in retrieving the watch from such a dangerous place, Butch can prove that he’s as brave as his dad, and his dad, and his dad. In effect, Butch is redeeming himself here. Indeed, in a scene cut from the completed film, when Butch has driven back to the apartment, he says in a monologue, “This is my war…This watch is a symbol…of how your father, and his father before him, and his father before him, distinguished themselves in war. And when I took Marsellus Wallace’s money, I started a war. This is my World War Two.” (Tarantino, page 114)

Butch goes into his apartment and gets the watch. Thinking he’s safe in there, he goes to the kitchen and puts some Pop Tarts in the toaster (more commodity fetishism, as with the watch), but he sees a small, compact submachine gun on the counter. He picks it up.

Vincent emerges from the bathroom, his second time to do so in the film (because of Pulp Fiction‘s scrambled order of scenes), but his third and last chronologically, of course, because this time he gets killed. Recall how I pointed out above that the use of bathrooms in this film symbolizes only attempts at purification–and therefore at redemption–and yet sin is still there (Vincent’s intention of killing Butch), so the wages of sin is still death.

Fittingly, Butch doesn’t fill Vincent with bullet holes until the Pop Tarts pop up from the toaster and are ready to be eaten. Commodity fetishism is a…product…of capitalism. Capitalism kills.

Butch wipes his fingerprints off the gun and leaves. He is driving back to Fabienne most confidently, but at a stop light, he sees crime boss Marsellus walking by, just as Marion Crane, in her car, saw her boss walk by in Psycho.

Yes, bosses can be that scary.

After Butch rams Fabienne’s car into Marsellus, he comes to and tries to shoot Butch, then Butch runs into a pawnshop, where he and Marsellus fight until the owner, Maynard (played by Duane Whitaker) pulls a gun on them, and the two end up in Maynard’s back room basement/dungeon, tied up and gagged. A corrupt cop named Zed arrives (Peter Greene, as I mentioned above), and he pulls a “squeal like a pig!” routine on Marsellus.

Given how extremely allusive Pulp Fiction is, we can see how this particular scene has references not only to Deliverance but also to The Texas Chain Saw Massacre. Allusions to the latter film are not limited to Butch’s considering the use of a chainsaw as a weapon to fight off Maynard and Zed; recall how Maynard slams the door shut to the room in which the rape is to occur, similar to how Leatherface slams shut that metal door after having cracked Kirk’s skull open with that big hammer and dragging the body into the back room where other terrible exploitations of the human body will soon occur.

Consider my use of the word exploitation in the context of the rape of Marsellus, who as a crime boss is a capitalist. Maynard, as the petite bourgeois owner of the pawnshop, is also a capitalist. Zed, as a cop, works as a protector of private property, of the capitalist system. None of this, however, means that all of them have to be friends.

As Marx once said, “One capitalist always strikes down many others.” (Marx, page 929) In this case, one capitalist fucks many others, that is, Maynard has his cop friend fuck many others, since I suspect that Maynard and Zed have pulled a Deliverance on many people, capitalist or non-capitalist.

As a crime boss, Marsellus represents the lawless, anti-government, “free market” version of capitalism. Maynard, with his cop-friend in Zed, represents the more state-oriented version of capitalism. This latter version isn’t any more ethical than the first, mind you. The differences don’t matter: capitalism is capitalism–it fucks us either way.

The connection of this scene with capitalism should be clearer when we remember that Butch’s and Marsellus’ original offence was having barged into Maynard’s pawnshop, his private property, to fight to the death. Incapacitating them, having Zed arrest them, then haul them off to the police station should be enough. Instead, Maynard and Zed think they have the right to rape them.

The owners of private property have no qualms whatsoever about exploiting the very bodies of those who have no such property. Maynard’s and Zed’s mistake is in assuming that Marsellus is not also an owner of private property…in fact, much more private property than the two hicks combined.

This barging into someone else’s property, only to be subjected to unspeakable horrors, is something Pulp Fiction echoes from Deliverance (the four city men canoeing into the mountain men’s area of the forest), The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (Kirk et al going into Leatherface’s house), and Psycho (Crane and Detective Arbogast entering Norman Bates’s private world).

Maynard’s and Zed’s even worse mistake is thinking they can get away with raping God, as I see Marsellus. Note that immediately after the Butch sequence, we return to the scene of Jules telling Brett his Ezekiel quote, beginning with him reminding us that Marsellus doesn’t like getting fucked by anyone other than his wife. So when Butch returns with the samurai sword, kills Maynard, and points it at Zed, Marsellus “will strike down upon [Zed] with great vengeance and furious anger…and [Zed] will know [Marsellus is] the LORD…” Zed took away Marsellus’ manhood, so Marsellus takes away Zed’s manhood by taking a gun and blowing his dick off.

Fair trade.

Zed’s about to feel the full weight of the wrath of Marsellus (i.e., Medieval, pliers, a blowtorch), but Butch, in having rescued the crime boss from his rapists, has achieved redemption for his sins. Butch has only to leave LA, never to come back, and never to tell anyone about the degradation Marsellus has just been put through.

In ‘The Bonnie Situation,’ when the fourth man (played by Alexis Arquette) comes out and shoots at Jules and Vincent at point blank range, but doesn’t even scratch either of them with the bullets, Jules concludes that God must have intervened and saved His two gangsters’ lives. Well, of course: Marsellus wants his soul back, and he needs Jules and Vincent to bring the suitcase containing it back; they can’t do that if they’re dead, now, can they?

There’s an interesting irony in the fourth man missing his targets, which in turn brings about Jules’s need to repent of his sin and redeem himself. Sin, or hamartia, literally means ‘missing the mark.’ Sin has saved Jules’s soul.

As they’re driving back to give the suitcase to Marsellus, with Marvin in the backseat, Jules and Vincent are discussing the miracle that saved their lives. Skeptical Vincent (who later dies, recall–he of little faith) is swearing, and repentant Jules is chiding him for blaspheming (though later, Jules himself will be cursing and swearing plenty; after all, so much of what we see is only an attempt at redemption).

Marsellus helps Jules and Vincent out of their next predicament, Vincent’s accidental shooting of Marvin in the car, by sending Winston Wolf (Keitel), a cleaner, who tells the two gangsters how to remove all evidence of the killing. Marsellus is God, and Wolf is one of His angels.

As Jules and Vincent are cleaning up Marvin’s bloody mess in the car, Jules–in spite of his apparent religious conversion–refuses to forgive Vincent for his careless, gory mishap with his gun. Vincent, reaching the limit of how much abuse he can take, tries to get Jules to understand that one should forgive those who admit to wrongdoing (Luke 6:37). In other words, repentance should lead to redemption.

Jules will have none of that (recall Butch’s empty-sounding “Sorry” to Floyd, and his tepid taking-back of his “retard” insult to Fabienne). Vincent’s warning that he could blow if he hears much more abuse only makes Jules nastier. Jules is about to blow up like a nuclear bomb. In fact, not only is Jules more abusive, he also insists that Vincent pay more for his killing of Marvin by cleaning up the victim’s brains and skull in the back seat. So much for even trying to repent and redeem oneself.

The cleaning of the car, as well done as it is, may not purify Vincent of his sin of accidentally…hitting…the Marvin mark, but Winston spraying a hose of cold water to get the blood off of Jules and Vincent just might do it, if only symbolically.

Redemption still comes at a price, that is, to the two gangsters’ pride, in how they have to replace their bloody suits with Jimmie’s dorky-looking T-shirts and shorts.

At the restaurant (where Pumpkin and Honey-Bunny are), Jules explains why he doesn’t eat pig’s meat, which he insists isn’t because of being Jewish (or Muslim, for that matter), though that might as well be why, since he considers the pig to be a filthy animal, and the wrathful God assumed to reign in the universe of Pulp Fiction sure seems to be of the non-Christian Abrahamic type. Indeed, we only hear “Jesus Christ” when someone is swearing. There’s no Divine Rescuer dying on a Cross to bring redemption to the sinful world of this movie. Everyone has to try to achieve it by himself.

A funny thing is that, after Jules hands off the case to Marcellus and quits being a gangster, he says he’s “gonna walk the Earth.” I’m reminded of Job 1:7, when Satan says he’s been “walking up and down in [the Earth].” The suggested association of Jules with Satan (though in Job, he admittedly isn’t the embodiment of radical evil as he is in Christianity) reinforces the sense of how tenuous Jules’s commitment to redemption is.

Vincent’s response to this is that Jules’s wandering of the Earth, perhaps never knowing where God wants him to be (after all, as I see it, Marsellus is God in this film, and Jules imagines his redemption, in all irony, is to leave God!), means that Jules will become a bum. Remember that Marsellus, as a crime boss, is a capitalist, and trying to live outside the capitalist system–especially in the post-Soviet, neoliberal world of Pulp Fiction, is at least to risk homelessness.

The invisible hand [!] of God stopped those bullets from killing Jules and Vincent, but only to get the case with Marsellus’ soul in it back to him, not to make Jules quit working for his boss. Jules thus has a most misguided idea as to what redemption is…and this ties in with the film’s theme of how redemption is so often just attempted.

Still, Jules isn’t completely wrong. Skeptical Vincent stays working for Marsellus, and he’ll be killed leaving Butch’s bathroom. He’ll get a kind of omen of this danger upon leaving the restaurant restroom, as he did leaving Mia’s bathroom.

When, during the restaurant robbery, Pumpkin points his pistol at Jules, telling him to open the case, he has the same look of awe on his face that Vincent had when looking inside it at Brett’s apartment. No, the case doesn’t contain diamonds, or cocaine, or anything ordinary like that. That orange glow must indicate something…spiritual.

When not only Jules is pointing his gun at Pumpkin, but Vincent, out of the restroom, is pointing his gun at Honey Bunny, she’s so scared, she’s “gotta go pee.” Since the wages of sin is death, she’s got to rid herself of the filth inside her by using what Vincent just did.

Jules has Pumpkin get his “Bad Motherfucker” wallet out of the bag of all the restaurant customers’ stolen wallets; he gives Pumpkin all the money in it–“about fifteen hundred dollars.” Jules is buying Pumpkin’s life with it. He’s paying a kind of ransom so he doesn’t have to kill Pumpkin.

Next, we get the third recitation of the Ezekiel quote, but instead of it being an expression of the wrath of God, Jules says it calmly. Now he’s actually thinking about what the words mean, instead of just saying them to sound like a badass before killing someone.

Jules has always said it as a judgement of the sin of the man he’s about to shoot. Now, as he says it, he’s judging himself. He’d like to think he’s “the righteous man,” as we all do when we judge the sins of others. But as much as he doesn’t like to admit it, he has to: Jules is “the tyranny of evil men,” killing for a capitalist crime boss.

His last words are so important, for they encapsulate so many of the themes of Pulp Fiction: he’s trying really hard to be a shepherd. It’s all about the attempt to redeem oneself of one’s sins, not whether one succeeds or not. The attempt at purification could be literal, as it is here with Jules and Pumpkin, or it could be symbolic, like all those trips to the bathroom, to clean oneself out from the inside by pissing or shitting, or to clean oneself on the outside, as Butch does during his shower.

Redemption is never fully attained: Jules hasn’t shot Pumpkin or Honey Bunny, but he hasn’t foiled their robbery of the restaurant, either. The couple leave with their bag of money feeling that robbing people is, if anything, even more dangerous than it was with the liquor stores.

The God of Pulp Fiction isn’t the Christian one, and the lack of Jesus is a conspicuous absence. There is no Good Shepherd: there’s only Jules trying to be one. This trying to be good, when we’re among the most sinful, is often the best kind of good we can hope for. There are no illusions here about a Holy Spirit guiding us down the path of righteousness; we just do the best we can…if we’re even doing that.

These attempts, however bumbling, awkward, and foolish, they make at redeeming themselves are part of what makes the characters of Pulp Fiction so relatable to us–at least on an unconscious level; and this, I believe, is a big part of what makes this film so enduringly popular.

Quentin Tarantino, Pulp Fiction, a Quentin Tarantino Screenplay, New York, Miramax Books, 1994

‘Gaya,’ a Surreal Adventure–Chapter One

Their world was dying; they had to band together and fight the enemy to save her. Tesel was leading his group of about fourscore warriors through the dimly-lit tunnels, caverns, and caves inside of Gaya, a planet that was a giant woman’s body (Yes, as odd as that sounds, that’s what it was, so just go along with that.).

Aisa’s army of at least about a hundred men were ravaging the planet’s subterranean world, using their swords and spears to hack up her insides. Tesel’s latest report was that Aisa was in the intestinal region, cutting through the smelly huge tubes of flesh his army was trudging in. Tesel and his fighters were dreading having to go there, less because of the foul stench and the disgusting mud they’d have to wade through–how like a sewer!–than because they knew, in confronting the larger and much stronger enemy, that they were facing almost certain death.

As Tesel’s army marched toward Gaya’s intestines, they heard voices from above, from time to time. The voices were from far off, but loud enough to be heard underground. Tesel’s fighters believed that these voices were coming from heaven, the voices of gods, goddesses, and angels, voices of comfort and assistance. They had no idea of what the celestial voices were saying, what the words meant, words of a totally different world, but they listened carefully every time they heard the voices, stopping their marching to be as silent as possible, hoping and trying to figure out the words’ mysterious meaning. Was it divine aid, given in a cryptic form? They certainly wanted to believe it was.

At one point, these were the fragments they could make out:

comapornographicactress…ketaminealcoholmarijuanaecstasy…semengangrape…glasscuts…onherfaceshouldersandbreastscarcrashalmostdrownedinalake…nofamilyIDGayaWeld…awoman…foundherandtookhertohospital

They heard all the sounds run together, but couldn’t discern any meaning behind them at all. When the talking was finished, they resumed their march to face Aisa’s army.

Tesel’s right-hand man was Fil, who wrote in a log recording the events of every day, including the reports of Aisa’s army in Gaya’s intestines. Now, Fil was a good man and a brave fighter, but he was also prone to drinking lots of wine at night, so Tesel often had to discipline Fil to make him leave the bottle alone. A woman warrior who fought in the front ranks of Tesel’s army was Lia, handy with a sword, and with a great love of their planet, eager to save and protect Gaya to the point of fanaticism.

As dedicated as Tesel’s warriors were, though, Aisa’s men were a formidable, deadly bunch. Aisa’s right-hand man was Titos, who directed the men into battle and was a crucial aide in the strategizing of battles, including how to create diversions and distractions so their army could sneak up on unsuspecting victims. The man who produced the distracting visions was a magician named Gujon; he often seduced the enemy with enticing images of dancing, beautiful nude women. Just as the enemy was most in the women’s thrall, that was when Aisa’s army would attack, usually killing them all.

Many of Aisa’s men enjoyed raping the conquered enemy, male and female alike, often in the form of brutal gang rapes. Lia was fully aware of the danger she was getting herself into, as were all of the female fighters in Tesel’s army; their love of Planet Gaya, and their dedication to protecting her, was so strong that it rendered all fears of rape to be virtually nonexistent. To these women, Aisa’s rapists were little more than aggravating, unfaithful former male lovers.

Tesel’s army knew they were getting close to the intestinal area: the smell was getting overpowering. Some of the warriors were retching; a few others were puking. It was getting darker than usual: the glow that inexplicably lit the tunnel walls was dimming. The warriors were moving slower now. They kept as quiet as possible, listening for any movement of Aisa’s army.

As they crept closer, the foul smell vanished unaccountably. It was replaced by a fragrant, flowery smell, like perfume.

“What?” Tesel whispered after a few sniffs.

“Well, thank the gods for the pleasant change,” Fil said.

“No, Fil, this isn’t right,” Lia said. “This can’t be really happening.”

And just then, a dozen beautiful nude women appeared before them all, dancing seductively.

“They’re real enough for me,” said Fil with a lustful smile.

“Me, too!” shouted several men at the front of the army.

All of these men, including Fil, dropped their weapons and ran at the women, grabbing them and putting them in position for gangbangs. The women, smiling lewdly, offered no resistance at all. Only Tesel, Lia, and all those soldiers who were too late to get at the girls, refrained from the indulgence; though Lia was looking at a nude dancer who looked identical to Gaya Weld, and wishing she could have her.

All of the nude women seemed to be enjoying their multiple penetrations as much as their penetrators were, including the one Lia was interested in. The three soldiers all having her at the same time looked like the ones at the house party Gaya Weld had driven away from.

Though the rest of Tesel’s men couldn’t physically participate, they all enjoyed watching the orgy, all of them looking on as if hypnotized. The women fighters–apart from Lia, who continued looking longingly at ‘Gaya,’ looked away from the spectacle in disgust. Tesel watched only in disbelief.

“You’re right, Lia,” he said with a frown. “This is wrong. It can’t be really happening. It must be one of Aisa’s tricks.”

…and just as he finished saying that, Aisa’s men, as if on cue, ambushed the lot of them. Of the men in the orgy, only Fil escaped death, for the nude dancers suddenly transformed into men with swords and knives, stabbing their would-be lovers. Though as unarmed as his fellow soldiers were initially, Fil managed to get a sword from one of his attackers, stab him, then slice his way out of the ambush.

Of the female fighters who were jumped and put into the same positions as the ‘dancers,’ only Lia was able to fight them off before they could rape her. She was swinging and lunging with her sword in a frenzy, stabbing, disemboweling, and decapitating her attackers one right after the other. Then she looked over where her female comrades were having their clothing torn off.

She ran over to their aid, stabbing her sword in each rapist’s back as he was too distracted by his lust to see her coming. None of the other men in Tesel’s army could help her rescue the women because they were too busy trying to fight off Aisa’s horde, if not being killed already.

Fil and Tesel watched in horror as they saw their men getting mowed down by the enemy. Blood was spraying everywhere, as were the deafening screams of those whose bodies were being invaded by swords. The deaths seemed to be all on their side only. Tesel saw Aisa from a distance, laughing at Tesel’s great losses.

“This isn’t a battle,” Fil said to Tesel. “It’s a massacre!”

“You’re right,” Tesel said, then shouted, “Retreat!”

“Retreat!” Lia and Fil shouted with him. “Retreat!”

The survivors, after fighting off those in the front lines of Aisa’s attackers, ran off with Tesel, Fil, and Lia. They split up into two groups, one following Tesel and Lia, and the other following Fil.

Their total remaining number was about sixty now, thirty going with Tesel and Lia, and thirty going with Fil, running down large tunnels going in two separate directions. As they’d started going, some of the survivors looked back, seeing the bloody corpses of the fallen slipping through the tubes of the intestines to be shat out of Gaya’s anus.

The great majority of these fallen were Tesel’s men, not Aisa’s. The great majority of the fallen men of Aisa’s army were those killed by Lia.

As the survivors were running frantically down those large, separate tunnels, they were shaking in fear and trying to treat their many wounds. They faced a long trek the way they were going, with no idea if they were going in a useful direction or not.

“Where are we going, Fil?” a soldier asked him in panting breaths.

“I’m not sure,” Fil said. “I hope we’re going along the tunnel of Gaya’s arm to her hand, where we can acquire better fighting skills.”

Lia asked Tesel the same question as they ran down their tunnel, and she got the same answer from him; but disorientation from the terror they felt from the attack made it impossible for either Fil or Tesel to be sure if they were going the right way. All they knew is that they wanted to be as far from Aisa’s men as they could.

After a long trek down those tunnels, they reached slight bends in them, at the same distance from where the tunnels began and branched out.

“Is this an elbow?” Tesel asked. Fil wondered the same thing.

Hoping they were right, relieved that they weren’t being chased by Aisa’s men, and too exhausted from their constant marching, they all decided to stop and rest there. All of the soldiers in both tunnels fell to their knees with loud groans.

As they rested, they bandaged the wounds they hadn’t had time to look at when they were constantly on the retreat. They were hungry, but they had no food.

They heard voices from heaven again:

Ithinkshe’sdreaming…peopleincomasdon’tdreamsomedo,doctor…haveyouchangedherbedsheets?We’llgettoitsoon.

Still, Tesel’s men didn’t understand a word of it.

After several hours of sleep, they all got up and resumed their trek along their respective tunnels. Tesel and Fil, leading the two groups, kept their hopes alive that they were nearing Gaya’s hands, where they’d all be sure to learn how to wield their swords better.

Eventually, after hours of marching, they reached the dead ends of their tunnels. No indication of how to improve as swordsmen was given. Also, the caverns they’d entered were too large, too spacious, to be the insides of Gaya’s hands.

Tesel and Fil realized the exasperating truth at the same time.

“Oh, no,” Fil said with a sigh.

“This isn’t a hand,” Tesel said. “It’s a foot. We went down the legs, not the arms.”

“We went the wrong way,” Fil said. “We have to go back.”

All the warriors in both feet let out despairing moans.

They all turned around, and with the greatest reluctance, they began marching back in the unavoidable direction of Aisa’s army.