The House That Jack Built

The film, for me, when I mentioned it to you, yes, it's like a mix.

It's a mix of Saw and what Lars von Trier would do with The House that Jack Built.

If you listened to our episode with that, kind of like Vinnie Jones, how he looks and his quirks and stuff, very similar.

Um, and the gore too.

Yeah.

It feels real.

That's where, like, the comparisons I would say, like, when I was making, you know, the intro, like, come with, like, the house that Jack built because it's, you know, got that, like, you know, realistic, you know,

gruesome,

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For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. the black cat volume two number one october eighteen ninety six section one the house that jack built by harold donovan hilton in western indiana on the banks of the wabash is a certain town famous as the home of a senior united states senator famous as the home of a contemporary of fourteen presidents but perhaps even more widely known through the fame of its race track which holds the light harness records of the world it is not the river nor of the race corps however nor of the silver-tongued orator nor the senior senator nor yet particularly of the town that i write but of the house that jack built at the intersection of sixth and chestnut streets it stands an odd and heavy-looking old stone house fully furnished though untenanted slowly falling to decay within two squares of the busiest corner of town The grounds are of ample dimensions, occupying quite one-fourth of the block in which the house stands, and are enclosed by an ornamentally sawed wooden fence, now rotting slowly away.

Upon the lawn great forest trees stand in primeval dignity, and among them a once magnificent shell-paved drive winds up to the massive portal.

Often as I passed it, I wondered that the owner of so valuable a property should allow it to deteriorate.

Finally, as I grew familiar with my new boarding place, I asked in turn each of my fellow boarders to tell me what he knew of the house.

But though all had noted its gloomy appearance, their information, as well as that of our landlord, was as meager as my own.

In the afternoon, after sleeping the greater part of the day, I would usually take a walk, and in whatever direction I started, I would invariably return to my room by way of the house that Jack built.

As time wore on, however, I began to realize the absurdity of these proceedings, and to avoid that corner, though to do so I was obliged to go two blocks off the direct route to the office.

Um, I recently watched, um, this one I watched while I was home.

I watched The House That Jack Built.

Have you seen that?

Oh my God, the Lars von Trier one?