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Muscle is a vivid nightmare of trauma that has been completely impossible to fully remove from my mind since first watching it about a year and a half ago. It is quite possibly the most unique depiction of abuse and desire coexisting and building off of each other that I have ever witnessed, it’s an experience that I doubt will be replicated by any other piece of art I’ll ever engage with.
Trauma is a vague concept that is nearly…
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.
This might be the worst film I’ve ever seen. It’s shocking that something is able to be this offensive, all the while treating a person like fucking dirt. Edie Sedgwick is known for being exploited by Andy Warhol, which she was, and this movie is meant to stand as a caring and melancholic reflection on her decline in New York and Warhol’s Factory. This movie has a lot of contempt for Warhol’s actions, yet…