FUCK the 80s and FUCK Ronald Reagan. Rewatching this after having seen Mandy really underlines how much this guy fucking hates New Age spiritualism, metal guys, and I think like, straight leather freaks? There's a weird repetition of themes there. Maybe it's just a fixation.

Controversial take possibly but I love this movie and was bored by Mandy-- the latter's marriage to the 'elevated exploitation film' or whatever genre makes its steps feel too cloying, too acknowledging of the camera,…

I don’t know how to begin even talking about this film and how beautiful it is. Reading about the directors intentions to combine YouTube algorithms with slow cinema, the banality of meaningless content online that consumes you in empty spaces. The first movie to really depict what escapism online feels like— in its worse excesses. This film feels like a code to those who watch; light on overt referentialism but steeped in “if you know, you know”, trying to convey…