Velvet Vampire goes Pop Shopping. Too drunk on red vodka cocktails to know it's a zombie movie. What's a zombie movie? figures in the landscape, where the beach is one endless oil painting and Dad's paint cool murals all over the beach house walls. This movie is made out of cinnabar and jade women who shop at supermarkets during the Anti-Christ apocalypse. Dawn of the Dead walking along the beach at night, holding hands with Jean Rollin.
I found this browsing Dave Sterling's vimeo channel, which has tons of forgotten little pieces of SOV ephemera btw. I recommend it. Like reading a sexy young adult novella from the 90's. Dear Diary "My life is like a fucking Fellini film". Gag-me dialog but fashion photographs and softcore sex scenes that go on for ages. Video Lolita with a credit card and an Alicia Silverstone complex, but Alicia in the Babysitter...or was it the Crush? Maybe in the Aerosmith…
🐓 🎀 𝟥𝟣. 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝒞𝒶𝓇𝒹: 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒫𝒾𝒸𝓀 🎀 🐓
That poster is one of the most soothing things on my eyes. Peripherally, Mariah has been one of the pop singers I've liked consistently throughout all of the phases of my life. A girl in 7th grade named Felicia talked about her legs a lot. They're worth talking about. I thought this…
𝟯𝟬. 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀.
Much lauded by my Letterboxd brethren, warm milktoast sov demi-classic starring Grampa Ernie who is displaying maximum enthusiasm for his retirement present to himself, a decked out RV built for probably ten people to live on. From the director of Heavy metal Parking lot, it's a fine addition to his collection of…
I did one teeny tiny measly little wrap day in wardrobe for this movie, so I won't rate it. I did love it and I'm very proud. As a result of this I met Jon Hamm at my friend's birthday party which took place at a skating rink and our interaction was as follows...
I went to the snack bar, Hamm rolls up. We had briefly met earlier.
Jon:...... Did ya get a corndog?
There may have been more but that's all I was able to process.
This is exactly what I needed. Sometimes I get really wrapped up with work and my movie watching suffers. I start to forget who I am and it becomes a this depressing spiral. 'Death Spa' reset my battery. It hits all of the sweet spots. Effervescent beams. Just just soak it up like a girl in a high wasted bikini absorbing UV rays from a hot pink tanning bed. This is as close to the sensation that 'Dr. Caligari' left me with as any movie ever has. This was a pretty fucking zen.