satisfaction and pain
melting fruits of disdain
one of those films you'd be forgiven for assuming was a euro directors first American Film, kind of lacking a real locational identity due to unfamiliarity so just relies on the hard dressing of the eye and intrigue of the plot to tighten the camera to, but this is Wolfgang Petersens 3rd(?) by this point!! just hard to believe the guy that made Das Boot would make something so fucking lusciously trashy, preordained to be video-shop shelf filler. Shattered is…
i like that this is a sentimental puncturing spear about the passion of being a shambles. the endless circuitry involved in making films means that every person, animal and piece of equipment's vision differs, collides, coalesces and rests on the plate much less singular, much more amoebic than intended and your love for it changes too.
passion for film becomes a romance for it. stupefied and sillier, but no less vibrant.
another one im convinced the Coen brothers adore due…
hot pink late night phone calls on transparent phones. supermarket murals. queer dysfunction and cathode-soaked confusion.
disillusioned gay teens wandering through a gen-x desolation posturing and fucking and over confidently stating The Facts. Ghosts of society left to die and be dead. being a teenager is hard enough, but being a queer teenage nihilist, left to wander art installations and industrial concerts and car parks and gas stations and shit jobs looking for love in Bush's Conservative America? fuck that.…