It’s interesting, because I feel like this movie really captured an affect that has been hovering around me in the past week. I reviewed an exhibition for a magazine for the first time this past week. It was fun. I was thinking hard and I was writing even harder. When I ended my review I opened instagram and saw the latest massacre my country committed in Gaza and felt, again, ashamed and appalled that this nightmarish genocide still continues. I…
Took me 5 sittings to finally finish it. Not because I didn’t enjoy, but because i couldn’t take it all at once. Sometimes, when I’m too excited, I out. My eyelids feel like weights, my body heats up, I can barely breathe, and all of a sudden I wake up hours later. Over two years of trying to watch this film, this experienced happened to me every time. I decided two weeks ago that I want to finish this…
In a world pushed to the extreme, the extreme pushes back. Neon lights, latex suits, threesomes with doppelgängers, putting out a cigarette in the pool, or coming off from drugs just to find another and blow your head up. And if you survive this nightmare you either get abducted by an alien or shot down by gangs. In other words, good luck. Without hope, either in your heart or in all caps on your towel, you don’t stand much chance against the machine of sex, drugs, and rock n roll— aka America.
