"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…
Well, this was right up my alley: a fever dream of giallo/pinku pulp, drenched in voyeurism and violence. This is halfway between a slasher and an erotic film (well, mostly erotic), where the shutter of a camera resembles the slash of a knife, and the act of looking becomes one and the same with the act of violating. It lasts only one hour like most pinkus but lets its images tell the story at their own pace: flashes of steel…
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…
You know that my idea of cinema is very different from this. I find hard to connect with spectacular blockbusters, despite I might find much pleasure to look at them, I revel in lower budget, mostly practical stuff. But it must be said: in an era dominated and almost desertified (sorry) by Marvel, by the routine of CGI animation and by a rampant downward seriality, Dune: Part Two is an act of unshakable faith, a creative and productive effort in…
