With the first day of my dream job behind me (cleaning the toilets of patients in a psych ward) THIS is the kind of movie one wants to come home to. It almost allows me to feel like I've never left those bathrooms, and am still staring deep into toilet water, jiggling a handle, while medicated eyes bore into the back of my head, wanting me to leave.
Heaven!
No film besides Zulawski's "Possession" quite articulates madness with such violent…
I feel I need to write something about this, before its images fade, and it becomes indistinguishable from my own memories. What I’ve just seen is an entire lifetime. At first, I did not know whose life it was, as these images came towards me at a high velocity. Blurred. Jangled. Sun damaged. The faces of strangers. The shapes of rooms I have never been in. All of them, like stars or insects, either too big or too small to…
You had me
At crack that makes prostitutes
Blow up.
Then they blew up.
And you
Just kept on
giving.
Thank you, Frankenhooker
You're the best.
