From Modern Mythcraft to Magical Surrealism

Dance, Magic, Dance

Labyrinth is one of my favorite movies of all time. I’ll admit that even though Genevieve mentions in her column today–I’m not as cynical about it as she is. I love that movie and always will, but I have to admit that 10-year-old me was slightly horrified by David Bowie’s tights. Or rather, what was IN his tights.

This scene and it’s song will go down in history. …As what, I don’t know. To this day I can sing it by heart even though I still don’t know what the hell it means. Perhaps the offending bulge could explain it to us all one day.

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