woman who does shit (sometimes) and doesn't do shit (other times)
let me get back to you on this one lol; surreal i saw it at a chain cinema considering it’s the least accessible thing i’ve seen on the big screen since the cremaster cycle. there were two walkouts and one audible fart. an edible did make the sound design (i’m so glad i waited for theatrical release for that reason alone) and imagery cause me to leave my body a couple times which is always what you want something to do, but i’m still mulling over it as a whole
just about visually unassailable i’d say! surprisingly it functions as more of an ensemble focusing on a bunch of prisoners who happen to include the titular #701 apart from its twenty minute bookends where she’s front and centre. this actually works because it counters the brutality of institutions with solidarity structures that then in themselves become corrupted and swapped out as per the tenets of such a hostile environment; plus you’ve spent so long watching an especially harsh prison movie that scorpion decked out in avenging angel gear, tracing streets and throats with sword is like a consolation prize
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
(tw brief mentions of sexual and physical violence in the review, which is a given considering the film's subject matter)
in gregg araki's the doom generation, it states itself to be a "heterosexual film", to the point where it intentionally gives a vicious, hellish course-correction when its two male protagonists come close to a sexual encounter—nazis draped in american flags brutalise the heroic trio, leaving only two alive and speechless in an america now drained of colour and queerness. the…