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Christine 1983
What begins as an American high-school drama starring a cast of teenagers terrorised at first by nothing but the lusty grips of hormonal sexual repression and your typical movie-bullies, slowly and pervasively drives into a new picture, one at once seduced by and fearing of its resident phoenix rising from the ashes: Christine, an object at once feminine and masculine… and entirely, irrefutably metal; a killer car that is somehow part femme fatale, part lamenting mourner of a past era…
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The Pit, the Pendulum and Hope 1983
While our central figure is imprisoned within a disorientating purgatory of torture and waking nightmare, we too are held captive, however for us it is a harrowing incarceration between the terrified walls of his own body: bound like floating paralysed prisoners in the deep, frightened jelly of his eyes and his dizzying, hurrying perspective; trapped in the ice-cold coils of skin; confined as a distant, fading molecule in his own breath.
Very few artists could evoke such a viscerally immersive…
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Blind Beast 1969
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
As the final passages of the film near, muse and artist have become one, their worlds collided: feeding on one another’s bodies and bodily substances — both literally (sexually), and psychologically — like faded displaced vampires from a time lost, or pathetic trapped birds clipping and maiming each other’s wings. They have succumbed, submitted, to the lowest rungs of a, if Dantean, purgatorial sexually-depraved Hell; they have, in their complete entities, submitted to the body, to the worship of the…
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Babylon 2022
cinema, in its transcendent beauty, is, across time, simply a procession of angels and ghosts, and those soon to be so. those who have dedicated their complete existences to art and glamour, will pass on just as one who has hidden in the shadows their entire life will, their stardom not enough to save themselves from literally becoming specks in human history, but enough to immortalise them in colour, or monochrome, in sound, or silence, in digital, or in celluloid,…
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