Rei Akasaka rocking that Columbo drip
the uh pissing contest at the start of this is crazy
The heart of capitalism is automated sexual slavery of children. This isn't a fringe belief it is a reality, a reality which serves the violent curiosities of a few thousand, perhaps even only a few hundred powerful people. This is not a peripheral or black market but industry and governance itself. It is the mall, it is the church. Slavery and violence are structured at all of our expense, but it the weakest who are raped and killed by the…
a return to body horror and to the Ballardian but also a continuation of the performing arts industry satire cronenberg undertook in Maps to the Stars. A film about what to do with abjection once it becomes sexy. Pair this with Oshii's Avalon, Tsukamoto's Vital, or Jerry Lewis' Smorgasbord.