Concerning emptiness. And the futile process of trying to fill and satiate the emptiness (or hole, holes?) that is purpose, direction, experience: life. Be it through religion and spirituality, a professional career, family or sexuality. Also about relationships. The relationships you make throughout your life, and how your self-sabotaging and neglect turns around after you show your back to them, and gives you a stern reminder of what you owe. My feelings towards this film changed throughout the viewing of…

late to this phenomenon, giving me the retrospective high ground that comes with media aging. but i think a lot of the criticism are still applicable. this will have virtually no effect besides a “omg what the fuck is this CRAZY shit” for 90% of people (again not target but general audience). and outside of a very specific subgroup that has already bought into this kind of panoramic shit-slung collage, terminally online, unfunny, oversaturated and out of touch aesthetic, it…

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when Malice, a doll made for pleasure, stumbles upon a grotesque baptism, the change is irrevocable: a kiss blooms - a red bed of flesh where cold steel once reigned. but this isn’t salvation. it’s a spreading sickness. a cruel joke played on creatures unfit for the burden of feeling. skin peels back to nerves, and once-stoic bodies twist into something obscene. she wanted a share in life, but life in this world is a perverse, agonizing miracle.…