"What we cannot speak about we must pass over in silence." - Ludwig Wittgenstein
Some aspects of existence: loss, death, faith, the end of the world, personal grief, are all beyond the reach of words entirely. Purely ineffable. When faced with the unbearable silence of an indifferent universe, like the desolate world Shinji Aoyama created for us, all we can do is wander within it, letting the noise, the music, the feedback, and all the spaces between it speak for…
hmm interesting....
i guess this feels strangely ahead of its time i feel like this shouldn't exist but it is really so good for some reason.
idk just sit back, let the low-res waves wash over you, and embrace the weird
I don't even know where to start.
Nikos Nikolaidis's Singapore Sling is simply one of its kind. An extreme mix of lust, violence, sex and black comedy which churns together to form this perverted, surreal noirploitation masterpiece unlike anything I've ever seen.
Engulfed in high contrast black and white, the cinematography takes us on a ride through the house of sexual torture and corruption, as it compliments the monochromatic colour scheme throughout, creating a glamorous look that boosts the sadomasochistic…
There is a heaven but nobody ever gets there. You die and your spirit rises to the sky, but as soon as it touches a cloud it turns into rain.”
Industrial. Hypnotic. Oneiric. Neon flickers over rusted metal. Nights blur in smoke filled clubs, Chara's ethereal voice echoing through the narrow streets. A dreamlike portrait of belonging, disillusionment and identity, topped off with a dystopian, dirty cyberpunk-esque world (which i am a sucker for). Yen Town Band is the pulse…
