If you'd asked me in 2015 or so if there was any chance we'd be back to this, I probably wouldn't have thought so, but this country is a nightmare.
But the women in this doc who stepped up to provide a needed service and change 12,000 lives in late-60s/early-70s Chicago are total heroes.
I'm just going to pretend that this, and not Stranger Things, is the actual reason Kate Bush is charting again right now.
Appropriately viewed as an actual midnight movie in pure psychedelic space western what-am-I-even-seeing-ness. There's lots of plot here, in vaguely coherent bursts, but this is much more a pure sensory experience in light and texture. All the color and oozing constructed (un)nature that make up this planet steal every single frame, while the storyline actively disperses momentum and…
Essential punk energy. Deep archives. Images that burn. Desolation is possibility. Healthcare is a human right. Silence = death.
Someone warned me that this was about 85 percent teen angst, but they failed to tell me that the other 15 percent was postmodern video diary structuralism, complete with Dennis Cooper name check. And I can't not love that early Araki energy, or the way gay fiction of this era posits a universe where straight people are relegated to background plot points at best. One of the leads gets seduced by the promise of rare Nine Inch Nails bootlegs, but honestly the whole early 90s industrial/fuzz zeitgeist soundtrack is a delight.
