The Voice is the Demon

When she gets to the cinema complex she buys her ticket and enters alone.

 

Everyone in the film is dressed like a cleaner version of a raver kid from the mid-90s club scene. And it occurs to her as she watches that there is another film here, submerged beneath the images that play across the screen, stripped down, low budget: a B actor who is also a bodybuilder, dropped from a helicopter into a radioactive desert somewhere in Spain where they filmed westerns in the 60s and then DnD fantasy adventures in the 80s. There is very little dialogue, and no cities at all that have not been evacuated decades before the events of the plot. The ruins that make up the sets are the rusted out shells of old postwar industrial cities; the bodies that move behind the action are twisted in on themselves, twisted by anxiety or illness; and the monster in the film is the sky that comes down on the actors in silence; it is an invisible thing, felt (the cast becomes visibly nervous, becomes blunt and dull, what plot there is begins to multiply and refract …) but never addressed directly, and it will infect the entire film and turn it by soft degrees into a horror story. Or the monster will manifest as a light that burns human shadows into the desert sand. An evil traced out in binary: a body, strong and supple, there one second and then obliterated in three or four frames of pure white and silence.

Louis Mason is an Australian artist and writer currently based in London. He has shown and published extensively in Australia, and is currently engaged in postgraduate study at Goldsmiths College. In 2012 he was a co-founder of Knight St Art Space, and was the director of that space over the course of its operation.