[35mm]
“What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down."
[35mm]
“What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down."
[35mm]
"I knew a guy who was dyslexic, but he was also
cross-eyed, so everything came out right."
Proof that film criticism all but keeled over and died in the 90s. I’ve heard so much about Gummo over the years, and I guess it should come as no surprise that most of it hasn’t been positive. Harmony Korine’s gonzo slice of Appalachian social realism is far from easygoing, but the same could be said for many filmmakers who were championed…
I’m a failure. I never even finished school. I think about death too much. My brain is a prison. I’m getting fatter. My hair is too ginger in the sun. The 9-5 job I work is mindless. I’m estranged from my family. I’ve had addiction issues for ten years. They’re becoming a part of me. Just when I start to get clean, something sends me into relapse. I’m twenty-four but fifty seems imminent. I have spells of manic depression. Sometimes…
The trippiest film I’ve ever seen bar none, and I’ve seen Paprika. Put it this way, recently I quit smoking weed, by the time this finished I actually felt as if I’d started up again, and even that understates it. Fantastic Planet transcends the effects of any cannabis strain, delivering nothing but pure hallucinogenic ecstasy from frame one to its final explosion of shapes and colour. You have to hand it to the animators, even studios as renowned as Ghibli don't…