"Be there in two shakes of Satan's cock."
I genuinely wouldn't know how to describe or explain this to someone. Cinema at its most deranged. This is the plot in a nutshell: Cathy, fresh off a breakup, inherits a cursed vibrator, which is possessed by demonic forces and compels her into unspeakable acts of depravity while opening a portal to Hell. Yes... you've heard that right! A disposable pleasure device that becomes vessel of an unholy spirit. The vibrations extend…
"SODOMITES! Caught right in a sex orgy! Dirty! Filthy! Is that what you learned in private school?!"
Hoooly shit. John Waters is a complete MADMAN. This is a total blast from starting to end, an exhilarating journey through literal garbage and I could actually list here endless quotes, but it's better you just see for yourself.
Desperate Living, the culmination of the "Trash Trilogy", is a clear product of the subculture of its time. It makes flamboyance something genuine, original…
Blood drenched hysteria as divine ecstasy. A girl born in shadow clings to another, their bond defiant, unholy, a flame in the abyss. Convulsions become communion, the flesh, branded by unseen hands, writhes under mysterious forces, either infernal or celestial. The nuns collapse, overcome by revelation, mouths dripping with prayers and blood. A crucifixion inverted, holiness twisting into something raw and primal. The world turns into fire and agony, not even the convent walls can hold back the tide, there's…
"Who's winning?"
"Nobody. One side is just losing slower than the other."
Characters that just move, move, keep moving, without really understanding the rules of the world, trapped in a neo-noir story, ultimately powerless. This gave so much Truffaut and Cassevetes vibes, I loved it. It has that loose, naturalistic, almost anti-plot structure, especially in the way characters interact; the dialogue is full of interruptions, unfinished thoughts, and people talking past each other, which gives it that raw, improvisational feel.…
All I can say is that pov shot on kaiju fat Jesus' dick will remain ingrained in my mind. What a terrible moment to have eyes... or not? Anyway I don't think I've found anyone else that manages to create beauty and disgust, horniness and horrific imagery at the same quite like Pinion. I'm so glad to be having a journey through this scuzzy, gross, deranged, colorful universe. Also thank you for listing all the songs in the credits, so I can listen to this fantastic soundtrack all over again!
Disappointed. Eggers could've done a lot of things with Nosferatu, a work that more than any of his previous movies (including The Lighthouse) looks toward expressionism, but unlike Herzog, he had no real desire to elaborate a visual text to make it his own, but rather to hit us with a type of imagery that most of the audience no longer has much relation to. From his Nosferatu, the ultimate speculative text of horror, no philosophical reflection emerges on the…
