Ako vam je promakla ova ruminacija nad remek-delom DUST
DEVIL koju sam svojevremeno sročio na engleskom, i okačio je na svoj drugi blog
–the Temple  of Ghoul- 
IN THE CLAWS
OF THE EVIL DEMIURGE
(c) DEJAN OGNJANOVIĆ
Richard Stanley's DUST DEVIL is burnt into the
imagination of a devoted cult of followers as one of the most original and
profound portraits of the demonological in the entire history of the flickering
images.
            His
Devil is, and yet is not quite the
Devil we're used to. He is, technically, a serial killer, but his methods and his motivation make him one of a
kind. DUST DEVIL is, among other things, a horror film – but it is also so much
more.



            According
to the Gnostics, our world is a mistake, a failure. Material existence is a
product of the Evil Demiurge, a malevolent deity. The real God is overthrown,
powerless. It's hard to believe that a good God had anything to do with this
world. Christian Church had to bend backwards in order to force upon its
believers a questionable merciful deity. The Gnostics believe that everything,
from far-off stars to the nuclei of our cells carries the mark of the original
imperfection inherent to the Creation. In the midst of this material darkness
there is a spark of light, conceived by the original God, as a trace of our
true being. The goal of a Gnostic is to tear through the veil of delusion and
burst through the screen of false reality into his original homeland, the
otherworldly realm of the True God.



            According
to the mythology of this film, Dust Devil is not the Christian Devil, he is not
even the top demon. He belongs to a legion of ancient beings, trapped in human
form, roaming the secluded parts of the Earth in desperate attempts to get rid
of the material shell. For the ritual to be successful, he must release as many
sparks of life (or souls, if you wish) trapped in those who are already half-way
out of this world. The desperate, the haunted, the suicidal are his food. Dust
Devil is not a serial killer – he is a serial savior!


            A
black shaman describes him thus: ''He is of the spirit. We were put here just
for his use. We're nothing to him. We're dust in the wind. His world is older
than ours. He's been here since the first times, he and his kin, walking in our
shadows. Leeches, growing fat on the world’s pain. He's smelt Bethany 


            And
this aspect adds another layer to the complex tale Stanley Stanley 


            The
Devil is, obviously, a figure that Stanley Stanley 


            Namibian desert, the oldest in the
world, becomes the most adequate stage for the primeval, timeless drama. South Africa Fish  River Stanley Stanley 


            This is the edge of the abyss.
            What lies beyond?
             It's either destruction or
transformation.
          In
this place even the Devil is not a metaphor or psychological concept but a very
possible, even tangible reality: a roaming spirit at the beginning and end of
the world.


 
