Logging as of 2019 onwards.
Welcome to the USS Hepatitis, don't touch the rails or the walls or surfaces. The women on this ship are here to ruin the vibes. In this rusty coffin, we drink and shovel coal until we're 65. What do you mean 'learn to code', it's 1944, and I am the titular Hairy Ape.
Hell is real because humans can create hell. Imagine what hell a more intelligent creature could create.
Utterly enthralled by the way this movie uses icon and myth, hits like a sledgehammer and is equally as loaded. Masculinity & id so fetishised it becomes artillery. We're stronger together, that's what makes us so dangerous. Death rides a steel and aluminium steed fuelled by American pop cult.
"I will swallow that hurt, and, should I speak of it, will vocalize only the anger... Some of the anger will be exorcised, but the hurt, which has not been given a voice, prevails and accumulates... But as I've learned to mute my cries of anguish, so have I learned to squelch my exclamations of joy."
Genuinely provocative spoken world portrait of gay black love.
It's seductive to use words like authentic and vulnerable and brave to rightfully describe Tongues…
I've come to expect moral irresponsibility from Netflix documentaries. They think we're fucking idiots, they're laughing at you behind snappy editing that makes the stories of abuse survivors come across as an exciting tabloid fluff piece. Epstein's such a weirdo! Here's middlebrow interviews with the people that protected and helped sustain the sick cabal. HE'S the bad egg, here.
Impossible to believe. These rich monsters only made this documentary to clear their name. Whitewashing the bigger picture and pinning it all on the fall guy. Makes me sick beyond belief.