Gregg Araki superimposes queer and futuristic aesthetics on top of an oppressive reality to create a dark, twisted, funny, sensual, and just plain fucked up narrative about queer adolescence, romance, abuse, and the end of the world (as we know it).
The metaphor of the alien apocalypse as a means to understand the impending sense of doom that I would say that all teenagers feel towards the end of their high school careers, but is especially bleak for queer teens…