Not just a pact with Satan but a marriage, possession by the depersonalising act of pledging blood to the sire and consequentially purging blood from those once held dear. Amidst this coastal town the waves wash over the rocks like mist upon tombstones, a cemetery by day and a basement by night wherein Millard's bicolour gothic weds abyssal black shadows with the cherry red blood which drips off plastic fangs as the puncture the artifice with a real melancholy. Millard…

Much per Wishman's Let Me Die a Woman, Millard's extension of sympathy towards the subject - a very singular Alden performance - is contingent upon the value which can be exploited from her image, denoting true fatsploitation wherein Alden's insatiable woman is denied the one activity which makes her feel whole - the gratuitous consumption of any and all food - thus necessitating an instinctual response that vindicates the evaluation of her gluttonous insanity. These murders are akin to foraging…

There's a suggestion early on in Rapado that a young man, who has just had his bike stolen, is about to have his entire life changed. After all, he used that bike to go everywhere. Except this isn't true. Life isn't going to change at all. Being able to go anywhere and everywhere means nothing when your presence is needless. Why loiter at the arcade when it's expensive and it burns your eyes? Why deal in currency when most of…

Embarrassing corporate Twitter energy all over this, breaking the fourth wall - often to explain the physical gags as they lack the didactic quality of The Message - with snarky self-critique that doesn't actually wish to change anything but merely point it out as a means of continuing to inhabit it from an ironic distance. Gerwig posits that progress is when women actualise themselves by recreating a consumerist endgame of expensive homes and lucrative jobs, and being that this…