an exercise in bad taste
Davenport. Dawn Davenport! I'm a thief and a shitkicker, and, uh, I'd like to be famous.
Perfectly grotesque and hilarious. Female Trouble, although more tame than Waters’ Pink Flamingos, offers the viewer a subversive critique of the obsession with beauty and the cult of celebrity without taking itself too seriously — it’s sleazy and over-the-top with its liquid eyeliner injections and hair teased to the Gods. It may be John Waters’ magnum opus, but this is clearly Divine’s too.
It is a restless moment. She has kept her head lowered to give him a chance to come closer. But he could not, for lack of courage. She turns and walks away.
I believe there's something quite beautiful about the things left unsaid — the knowing looks, the mere touch of a hand that can often speak louder than words. In The Mood for Love is the sort of film that revolves around this tension and presents us with the…
They discovered what probably is the only surviving fragments we’ll ever see of this film approximately 4 weeks ago — the discovery of the decade for silent era aficionados. To watch Theda Bara during her prime, even if it’s just less than 5 minutes long, is an emotional experience. It really makes you understand why she was held in such high regard. Hopefully more films of the 1920s will be rediscovered in a collector’s archive this decade due to copyright expirations.