Memory is a subjective thing, it mutates form overtime not keeping true to its original representation. I feel that all the things that make me who I am I could touch but not really capture, the only time where life is real is in the moment then it becomes fiction living on in a unknowable space. I express myself sometimes in art to reappropriate it so that perhaps it becomes more tangible, the romanticized recounting, putting in the abstract could…
I guess you could say I'm a full on Sleepaway Camp convert now. If you told me like a year ago this would become a favorite I probably would of given you a blank Angela like stare and walked out of the room in a lumbering bewildering fashion. The whole world of this film changes knowing everything that is festering inside of Peter; a gender dysphoria story, a neurodivergent alienation story, it's impact doubled in every measure. Things really don't…
Damn Wright you really love Scott, why don't you just make out with him
I like how when the minute George leaves the whole studio descends into chaos, Yoko, Paul, Ringo and John just start playing this avant-garde freak out, Paul's swinging on the metal bars, waltz dancing, everyone turns into a yelling banshee, absolute insanity. Quite spellbinding, emotional and confounding as a piece of documentary narrative art. Really nails home the stress and uneasiness that can come from creation, proves that real life can have as much tapestry as a great work of…
