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…
A film that understands that most of the time comedy works best when paired with deep tragedy, one of those movies that makes you wonder why a story like this has never told bc it’s so compelling, completely relatable in its character dynamics while also being absurd in its plot line, which made it very entertaining, but also devastating when it needed to be, because you know what’s gonna happen, and you’re pretty sure it’ll be shitty, but man it sucks when you’re right, again… mikey madison is truly magnetic and should most definitely blow the eff up after this,
Bang! Gunshot! Fedora! Fade to black transition! I refuse to answer on the grounds that my answer may tend to incriminate me! Deniro deniro deniro! Bada bing bada boom! Italianx representation! Boxy suit!
The movie has no discernible plot, but the acting was absolutely deli-shush like each scene felt like a small vignette not entirely connected to each other than the mama mia, I’m walking here, can I get a boiger, accents, absolutely bonkers suiting and silk ties, and of…
If you’re gonna give me copaganda you BETTER be putting the baddest mf bitches on the screen like this.
