Why on earth did they use Robyn's "Dancing On My Own" as the end credits song?!

Oh just a casual Tuesday night watching a movie called GENOCIDE. The 1982 Oscar-winning documentary is extraordinary. Thoroughly modern in its rhythms and montage. Orson Welles and Liz Taylor providing rousing narration against Elmer Bernstein's score. And only 83 minutes! I suspect this has been restored because it looks incredible for a 1980s documentary.

"My mum looks like Victoria Beckham, ya foul cunt."

It's like poetry.

Five stars if you're into the sort of gay films about twinky boys who star out of windows/at the ocean/through walls a lot. Otherwise, it's a short dragged out to 85 minutes.