The Fall of the House of Usher

To secure their fortune (and future) two ruthless siblings build a family dynasty that begins to crumble when their heirs mysteriously die, one by one.

The movie in short

Reminds me of these lines:

- “I think it’s easy to make the deal with the devil when you are not the one paying the price.” - The walking dead (TV show)

- “Be careful what you wish for, lest it come true!” - Aesop’s fable

Impressions

Great mini series based on the short story written by [[Edgar Allan Poe]] in 1839. Great production quality, unique storytelling and a treat of gory details in the ending of almost all the episodes.

Who Should watch It?

Anyone who’s into gory horror, philosophy, drama. They’ve also greatly emphasised the value poetry brings in to the world.

Notes

Roderick Usher: Have a glass. See what a few years’ of your worth tastes like.

Verna: You are a consequence, Perry. And tonight, you are consequential.

Madeline Usher: Opportunity doesn’t give  a fuck of what you’re going through.

Rufus: An idea is nothing. An idea is a fart that your brain makes.

Roderick Usher: And the mind of guilt it’s full of scorpions. And I wouldn’t wish their sting on anyone.

Roderick Usher: Men have called me mad, but the question that is yet not settled as to whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.

Madeline Usher: Everything has a price. Every negotiation is a point of entry. Every deal is simply an expression of will. Mutual will.

You’re a collection of impeccable, elaborate masks in orbit of a stunted heart.

Verna: Your brother, you know what he would have been? A poet. That's where his talent was.. A broke poet, sure. But frankly, is there another kind? He and I share that as well. We both understand that...language in its highest expression is musical. What’s a poem, after all, if not a safe space for a difficult truth?

Annabelle Lee Usher: He's rich. When people asked how you took them, how you convinced them away from me. He's rich. I'd say he's rich. And you don't understand what that word means. They were young. They only knew appetite. And here you said, come with me, gorge yourselves. How could I compete with that? You didn't feed them did you? You're starved them. Less and less of them came back each time until one day they were empty. They were siphoned off. You started filling them up with… what did you fill them up with Roderick? What did you have to fill them with? Because you weren't rich, were you? I thought you were a rich man all this time but I… I see you now. I look at you and I see you. The poverty of you

Madeline Usher: The real world is Darwinian. Survival, chaos, power. Leverage.

Arthur Pym: I have no collateral. Collateral is leverage, and I won’t be leveraged.

Madeline Usher: And the f--king people, the f--king people out there, Roderick. You don’t want Ligodone, don’t buy it, you don't want to get addicted, don't abuse it. They're mad because we made it available and desirable. Hey, newsflash, it's our only f--king job. These people they want an entire meal for $5 in five minutes and then they complaint its made of shit & plastic. McDonald's would serve nothing but Kale salad all day and all night long if thats what people f--king ate. It's available, no one buys it. We'll get around to funding AIDS research and diabetes and heart disease just as soon as we figure out how to keep our geriatric d--ks harder for a few more minutes. What's the market share on Wimpy D--ks Roderick? 60-70% of the healthcare industry. The Pentagon spent $83 million on Viagra last year. Meanwhile, the Supreme Court, the f--king Supreme Court does its part tears the autonomy, rips the Liberty away from women, shreds not just their choice but their future potential. He turned men into cum fountains and women into factories cranking out what? An impoverished workforce there for the labor, and to spend what little they make consuming. And what do we teach them to want? Houses they can’t afford, cars to poison the air, single serve plastics, clothes made by starving children in third world countries and they want it so bad that they're begging for it, they're screaming for it, they're insisting upon it. And we’re the problem? These f--king monsters, f--king consumers, these f--king mouths. They point at you and me like we’re problem. They f--king invented us. They begged for us, they’re begging for us still. So I say, we stand tall and proud brother, bills come due. Let’s not hide here in the basement like we’ve got something to be ashamed of. No, not us. You and me again. So I don't care if it's death. If she wants Madeline f--king Usher, she’s going to have to look me straight in the eyes.

Roderick Usher: There’s no such thing as a painkiller. Imagine if we put that on the bottle. I bet I could’ve still sold it.

Dupin: Goodbye, Roderick. I'm going home to my husband. My kids. Their kids. I'm the richest man in the world.

Poems

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Thy soul shall find itself alone

'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tombstone

Not one, but all the crowd, to pry. Into thine hour of secrecy

Be silent in that solitude,. Which is not loneliness, for then

The spirits of the dead who stood. In life before thee, are again

In death around thee, and their will. Shall overshadow thee, be still

The night, though clear, shall frown

And the stars shall look not down

From their high thrones in Heaven

With light like hope to mortals given

But their red orbs, without beam

To thy weariness shall seem

As a burning and a fever

Which would cling to thee forever

{\an8}Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish

Now are visions ne'er to vanish

From thy spirit shall they pass,. No more, like dewdrop from the grass

The breeze, the breath of God, is still

And the mist upon the hill

Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken. Is a symbol and a token

How it hangs upon the trees

A mystery of mysteries

The City in the Sea

Lo! Death has reared himself a throne

In a strange city lying alone

Far down within the dim West

Where the good and the bad. And the worst and the best

Have gone to their eternal rest

No rays from the holy Heaven come down

On the long nighttime of that town

But light from out the lurid sea

Streams up the turrets silently

Up domes, up spires, up kingly halls

Up fanes, up Babylon-like walls

Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers

Of sculptured ivory and stone flowers

Resignedly beneath the sky. The melancholy waters lie

Ah.

But lo, a stir is in the air!

The wave, there is a movement there!

The waves have now a redder glow

The hours are breathing, faint and low

And when, amid no earthly moans

Down, down that town shall settle hence

Hell rising from a thousand thrones

Shall do it reverence