Hits to the Heart and Mind from the Land of Dreams
Angel Heart cc
This cult film from the Eighties was praised for its flair and blending of styles.
It has Robert De Niro as the devil (a scary thing unto itself) in a variation of
the time-honored theme of bartering the Soul for X amount of goods or services.
If you haven't seen this movie before, you may want to have some holy water handy.
Or at least positive-infused moisture of some sort. If you're at the theater,
maybe buy a lemonade from the most angelic looking cherub you can find at the concession.
It is not suprising that Ol' Scratch has some of the best lines. He is, after all,
spiritually and contractually obligated to be devastatingly pithy at all times.
Harry Angel: "Louis Cyphre"... "Lucifer". Even your NAME is a dime store joke.
Louis Cyphre: "Mephistopheles" is SUCH a mouthful in Manhattan, Johnny.
In Manhattan? It's a mouthful anywhere.
Hell. - The Devil proclaiming to the hordes of tortured minions:
The Devil: Rise, hordes of tortured minions! Rise and hail me; Mephistopheles!
Hordes of tortured minions in sloppy tandem: Hail! Great Mephosteph...,Mestiphoph..., Metistopa...,
The Devil: Awww, forget it!
One of my favorite lines, however, is from the main character - Harry Angel. Human
character, that is.
Louis Cyphre: Are you an atheist?
Harry Angel: Yeah, I'm from Brooklyn.
Is it possible to be so urban, so street savvy, that you're not about to fall for ANY phony
come-on? Including those shifty Creator of the Universe scams designed to separate
you from your hard-earned skepticism?
More from our favorite master of the quip designed to instill doubt and confusion.
Louis Cyphre: They say there's just enough religion in the world to make men
hate one another, but not enough to make them love.
That is commonly credited to Jonathan Swift, also known for going under a handful of
pseudonyms. Swift at some point stopped doing that. The devil, it would seem, has
continued the practice.
Louis Cyphre: No matter how cleverly you sneak up on a mirror, your reflection
always looks you straight in the eye.
How disconcerting. It seems to me my reflection would have better things to do than
stand around waiting to give me The Look. Hey, all you reflections out there! Get a
Louis Cyphre: The flesh is weak, Johnny. Only the soul is immortal. (darkly) And
yours belongs to ME (eyes chillingly shine yellow).
Which leads us to another time-honored concept. The immortal Soul and the idea that
a malevolent force could take permanent possession of it. Just for the sake of the
topic, let us say that we are talking about whatever that mysterious packet of energy it
is that animates us, and its point of origin, and that this energy is immortal. To whatever
degree we can really grasp this concept—it is eternal. Its point of origin, its source, well,
inexplicable. Perhaps beyond verbal or even "rational" definition. So, whatever this Soul,
this facet of essential Spirit is sourced by—is that Source configuring it as eternal that it
might (inevitably) fall prey to fault and as a result—horrible suffering for some one-
dimensional definition of endless? Or is it eternal to, among other things, come to learn
the meaning of giving and receiving Mercy? Which one sounds more like the Way of a
singular, probably sublime, mysterious Source to you? Now, I'm just asking. Not trying to
sell you on one of those shady Creator schemes.
However, I do have somethin' that you're gonna like! And you are almost certainly
gonna walk away with some cash, or should I say scratch, in your pocket, my friend!
All you gotta do is keep your eye on that Queen of Hearts...
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