Toronto - This week’s installment of STCBM involves the 1995 Nick Cave and Kylie Minogue duet - ‘Where The Wild Roses Grow’. This song practically writes itself as a movie (as most Nick Cave songs would).
Where the Wild Roses Grow
This movie would take place in the 60’s, someplace sunny - maybe San Diego. Theres a serial killer (maybe Clive Owen) on the loose. This guy is a flamboyant playboy - rich, successful, wife and kids, the whole nine yards - but he has a taste for one thing - blood. Influenced by some obscure book or artist, he secretly believes all beauty must die and hence starts on a serial killing spree by killing beautiful ladies. The bodies are left in a field just outside the city, where the wild roses grow. As the movie progresses, we will see this guy struggle to lead the double life and slowly lose his mind.
So I guess this movie would be about a alcoholic down on his luck cop (Liam Neeson) who gets assigned the case. Depressed ever since his wife got eaten alive by a Great White Shark while surfing, the cop just goes thru the motions in his life, only making his money so that he can put his daughter, Elisa Day (played by Scarlett Johannson) thru college. As he gets more and more entangled in the case, he realizes that the killer is Elisa’s professor, but he can’t put get enough evidence to put him away and his daughter thinks he’s just a delusional alcoholic.
Anyways, obviously theres some kind of climax where she is in trouble and the his father has to prevent her from being another murder victim. Someone dies, but I can’t figure out who yet.
Probably not a blockbuster film, but it would make for some good drama.
Lyrics after the cut
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
They grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped the tears that ran down my face
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I’d seen
I said, ‘Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?’
On the second day he came with a single rose
Said: ‘Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?’
I nodded my head, as I layed on the bed
He said, ‘If I show you the roses will you follow?’
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, ‘All beauty must die’
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
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