viva palestina. trans liberation now.
pinoy pisces brat in glasgow, 30
“All of life’s riddles are answered in the movies.”
"there is still time"
an earnest, surrealist coming-of-age story that's a direct hit on folks alive during the liminality of the 90s, carving a chasm on dull flesh and exposing the radiance of gender screaming to be born.
we made mixtapes, we stayed up late to watch fucked up shit, we scrawled chalk on entire streets, we felt queer kinship and gravity before vocabulary and the internet, we obsessed over tv lore and fandom and it might keep us in…
takes the cake for provoking four walk outs during our showing. have we really lost our taste for third act bloodfests? both leads are fantastic in this fairytale satire that bludgeons you with a twerking wink and a hagsploitation smackdown.
in the end the real enemy is crude human corporeality – all the sleek sans serif packaging of any number of substances won't stop the betrayal of a bad knee day. look at how much i adorn you with tinsel and rouge and gloss? how dare you betray me with fractures and pus and sepsis.
oh henry spencer
he didn’t wanna be no father
when he went to bed miss neighbor
his head fell off eraser
far too stoned to keep up with the switcheroos. a fun enough party watch with nice visual instincts for showing competing motives and guises (i need a color-coded string diagram)
praetorian jack if you're reading this i am free thursday night. if you would like to hang out i am free on thursday night when i am free to hang out
the unwieldy, ambitious concept album to fury road's big hit smash, told in chapters. obsessed with the film's proposed philosophy that cruelty in the face of scarcity births our own scion as much as bonds of devotion and love. sequences that are the coolest i'll see all year. make the australian government pay for another one!