foot slap dance

ink drawings from Lohbado's sketchbook

Speaking of foot slap tap dance vibrations, which incidentally is invigorating for the nervous system and has a positive influence on one's health and well being, Lohbado watched another Luis Bunuel masterpiece called "Susana".

One could interpret the movie however one wishes. Gilles Deleuze writes about the movie in Cahiers 1, with a complicated sentence that is best understood after reading more than once.

Lohbado wrote about the movie in his diary. In Susana, a super-heroine of the Oogah-underground escapes the reformatory, which looks sort of like a mental hospital/prison from the fifties. Locked in the basement, in solitary confinement, she gazes at a bat, hanging from an overhead beam, then at some rats and at a spider. She sees the shadow of the cross on the floor and prays, as if to the Lord of Prisons. She prays a second time, asking the Lord to do a miracle. The Lord answers her prayers. The bars come loose. She escapes in a burst of thunder and lightening to a farm, where like the lovely Satan in Bunel's Simon of the Desert, she takes delight in turning the household upside down. She laughs at how easy it is to seduce and overpower the three main male characters. There's a scene like from a Dostoyevsky novel, when son clenches his fist against father, as they quarrel over Susana.

Susana almost succeeds in controlling the household as she unleashes the power of basic instinct, but then pushes things too far. It's almost like she's having so much fun playing the game, she doesn't really care how it turns out in the end. After her project is on the verge of succeeding, the whole thing falls apart. She's taken back to the reformatory. The household can return to its genteel, respectable routine. Even the horse that gets sick when Susana arrives and is on the verge of being put to sleep, miraculously gets better.

They should have listened to the maid who recognized that Susana was the adorable Satan.  But then they wouldn't have got to experience what happens... what lurks under the surface of bourgeois respectibility.