walking is acting
feel the rhythm of the algorithm
a doorknob without a door
There are a many parallels between Salo and Contempt, which I watched last night. Both are movies about the idea of cinema, rather movies against the idea of cinema. How aestheticized does violence have to be for it to be acceptable, for it to be Art? After watching both, I feel everything stripped away; my perversion and lust, my love for art, for cinema is all a joke, something to be ashamed of. An art directed symbol on a screen…
Lance Reddick in shackles on the Eric Andre Show chanting, "I wish I were LeVar Burton. Where's my iconic slave role?" … Lupita Nyong'o in handcuffs for almost the entire runtime of Us … The American Dream vs The American Horror Story: white picket fence, summer beach house, stick figure family holding hands car window stickers … mole people, criminalized homelessness, private prisons. Rosé or raw rabbit meat?
That's a classic right there.