Mention Bataille and Genet and I’m yours. Thought of one of my fave books to introduce to dates, Story of the Eye. Thought of Querelle. Agree after reading another review (Emma) that this would work better as art installation, like Nan Goldin at Neue Nationalgalerie where I spent about 6 hours,  kept crying and breaking for voice notes and to scribble thoughts in my notebook. I would have very much liked to have gotten up close, soaked in the raw…

If you go to see this on a first date it will curse the relationship thereafter. Don’t ask me how I know.

when you make the ugly muck of power and corruption so fucking literal and scatological (sorry) you can’t look away, or pretty it, or cover it up. Fucking Epstein and fascism and patriarchy and power structures. Fascism drains life and humanity from the erotic, leaving only a blank void, which is worse than death, its own private hell.…

Leon is never exposed, he shrinks away, something about him repelled and angered me in the way you do when you see glimpses of certain ways of being within yourself or your own insecurities. It also made me feel so sad, that he couldn’t permit himself to be any other way. Kept wondering about his tattoo.
I loved Nadja but even so she felt more real as a cipher or manic pixie dream girl than a person- made me think…