The King in Yellow-Wallpaper ~
Multiplex gnostic text. False geometry beckons, replicating ad infinitum, insisting: reality. Had a lot of fun. In its best moments, outside of the plot where silence and score track along the rooms in drone-tension, I was nearly convinced we'd be treated to a found-footage popcorn equivalent of house of leaves' microscopic space distortion.
Art Department's delight!
Someone get Kane Parsons into Structuralist film if he isn't already on the wavelength ~
Funny, unpredictable, production-designed down to the centimeter. Down to the microscopic entanglement; of boisterous idolatry in mainstream culture, accelerationism outside of the grasp of libertarians, and the steez-afflicted proletariat that wants to push forward. A bit more twee than my personal taste, then there'll be a scene where Sade, Corvette, and Mariah's personalities electrify the frame with so much conviction and style that I'm won back over.
F.F.F.
Really dope, xeroxed-comix-zine cartoon.
Fans of Josie and the Pussycats (2001) tune…
First time I've tried to write about a film with a gap of months between having laid eyez on it and putting my text down. So, a recollection, and a dispatch well after the fact.
There will be much to parse out from the libidinal trio of this film's central conflict. Their honeymooning trysts only set the stage, but it shapes Lockjaw's essence and highlights that his personal fixation isn't simply ideological, more entangled than that; an exchange of mirrored…
Ouch
A lush, ominous spiral of memory, compassion, all that longing and knocking about your noodle that won't ever quit - you don't know why the memory or heart pang came up - beating back against time.
Will be a bit overlong for some, I assume, but Kaufman colors the film with plenty of stylistic interludes, glimpses into both 'characters' deteriorating sense of anchor in the blizzard tide and our endless want for distraction.
