You will watch Carnivale. You will watch Carnivale.
There’s something about the Dark Carnival and the Midnight Circus and their hold on the Western imagination. The idea that three rings of mirth and merriment, and the not-quite-so-innocent mystery of the sideshow, hold deeper, darker secrets than are evident at noontide, is magnetic to the mind and sparking with deep-violet lightning.
The first story I remember reading of this sort was Ray Bradbury’s Something Wicked This Way Comes. While I was quite young, I didn’t find it frightening, but found that it spurred thoughts of worlds behind this world, and of the strange intermediaries betwixt and between this world and there.
Soon after that, came Peter S. Beagle’s The Last Unicorn which featured Mommy Fortuna’s Midnight Carnival, a place where illusion is overcome by the truest, most uncontrollable, magic. While I’m not a huge fan of fantasy, it remains one of my favorite books to re-read.
Who amongst you out there remembers The Seven Faces of Dr. Lao?
There seems to be a persistent narrative thread that travelling carnivals, more specifically, the people who populate them, are links to dark hidden realms. Are the carnies masters or thralls of the powers beyond the veil they (sometimes unhappily) mediate for us, given the correct payment?
Which brings me to Carnivale. It reminds me of all of those books and movies mentioned, with a heavy dose of David Lynch thrown in, more for the atmospherics, than for Michael J. Anderson. I hope writer Daniel Knauf has a hit on his hands, as this sort of creative endeavor, imho, needs to be ecouraged.
You will watch Carnivale. You will. You will. You will.