“Fuck ‘em, lawyer up.”
I imagine that a difficult concept for artists and writers to grapple with is death of the author, this lingering knowledge that anyone else in the world can, to some degree, physically and mentally do whatever they want with your work; while the results could be positive, from sweet tributes to unique reinterpretations, such results could be equally negative, through cynical commercialization or bad-faith interpretations used for personal benefit.
But no one symbol or concept, be…

A profoundly shallow waste of talent and time that parodies pieces of shitty modern media just by being one with a smug sense of unearned superiority.
This seemed to me like the Charlie Brooker version of South Park’s Pandemic Special; I’ve heard so many slight variations of these cynical jokes day in and day out for the last year that I’m just sick of them, and because this special is just seventy minutes, there isn’t enough time to develop any…

Cross processing. Color reversal. Shooting AND transferring on 6’s. Saturated color as heightened reality. Classical exploitation married to commercial modernity.
A film informed by films, a story of a real woman twisted into an absurdist feast of meta pop-lunacy.
I am uncomfortable with the idea of insinuating that movies with abrasive styles like this are framed as such because of drugs or drug use; even in cases like this, where Scott directly cites the effects of acid as a visual…