Kenneth Anger opens his Zodiac's treatise of visual suggestion, Scorpio Rising, with the meaningful juxtaposition of quick cut images: sexually-suggestive, hyper masculine males dress themselves in leather nonchalantly against the construction and maintenance of motorcycle machines. To what end? Ominous auspices of freedom and power portend toward a fatal singularity of death, fascism and homoerotic domination.

Power reduces to the jungle law of might makes right.
Freedom reduces to the solipsistic fulfillment of base desires.

Our only point of access, the biker boys introduced initially, then respectively reduce to unlovable, nazi, biker animals that use machine competition and sexual hazing to establish primordial pecking orders. Anger, draped in both philosopher's toga and mad scientist lab coat, sterilizes the larger spectrum of male power systems, their appeal to our base nature, and concocts with caustic reduction, the necessary end result of the red line lifestyle: a venn diagram where sex, power and freedom merge without boundary to contemplate an ignominious end. ☠☠☠☠