THE BAD is unnoticeable as he enters a room, he has learnt to silence his footsteps and cut corners. when he sits opposite you there is almost no point in moving, you'll be dead before you tilt towards the door. his face is still and his eyes are steady and you give into him almost immediately, there is nothing else to do now but wait for death. he is a warning, the crow landing on your windowsill in the morning, he…
this film is like glitter, it creates chaos by exploding with flamboyance and sticks to everyone so even if they hate it they're stuck thinking about it for the rest of their lives. youre never free of glitter. youre never free of rocky horror. it's that manic and camp horniness that makes it so intoxicating because nothing is like it. it's lace and leather and cheap perfume and hairspray and garters and crawling on the planet's face, some insects called the human race- lost in time, lost in space and meaning.
pure carnivorous grotesques, gargoyles of femininity, twisted limbs and twisted ideals, still faces shrouded by lank hair, sharp movements, power and giving in, motherhood and ascension.
ok i was dumb the first time and this movie actually banged. i'm convinced i didn't even watch the first time? like... i don't remember half of it?
the doctor subplot kinda went on too long but the rest was just amazing, the parallels, the dance sequences, the ritual, the dreams, Wowie! ily mia goth
EVERYTHING. it's an onslaught. you're confused and you're dreaming. you must be dreaming, right? you grip your friend's hand as you watch flying dildos and people eat chapstick and jamie lee curtis with hot dog fingers. everything. it's too much, surely?
EVERYWHERE. you are being brutally kicked. are they keeping up this pace the whole time? i might faint. i'm drowning in it all, i can hardly keep up. i keep whispering "this is the best film i have ever…