Whew! Did I just see a flying car whizz by my window? How long did we sleep? It’s almost like we’re in the future! Give me a cocktail of Soylent Green and Adrenochrome with a spritz of Chemtrail mist–we made it to the 21st century! I don’t know if you’ve noticed, dearest Filthy Dreams readers, … Continue reading
Who could have predicted that all it would take to break the recent conservative stranglehold on camp and transgression would be a simple ride to Hell on a stripper pole in thigh-high boots and powerbottoming Satan? Certainly not me. But that’s what our Lord and Savior Lil Nas X achieved with the music video for … Continue reading
Could all of Nico’s features on The Velvet Underground & Nico relate to Lana Del Rey? Not only does Nico’s narcotic robotic drone herald Lana’s own deadpan beginnings on Born to Die, but “Femme Fatale” and “All Tomorrow’s Parties” feel as if they were tailor-made to be covered by our blessed hypnotic chanteuse. Continue reading
“Well, fuck you! You wanna fuck me, don’t you? I know. I know. I don’t blame you. If I was all of you, I’d want to fuck me too. You don’t see too many of THESE in Dayton, do you, honey?” Who could deny the demented allure of our putrid and preeminent filth deity Divine? … Continue reading
Nick Cave’s epic poem The Sick Bag Song opens with a leap into the abyss. “A boy climbs a riverbank. He steps onto a railway bridge. He is twelve years old,” it begins. Walking on this bridge, the boy stands at the middle, gazing down at the river below with a “half-felled tree” that creates … Continue reading
Are all Welsh twenty-somethings well versed in parrot illnesses? Are they experts in bird diseases? Apparently so if we’re to believe a bizarre scene–one of many–in the critically acclaimed surprise hit British drama miniseries It’s a Sin, which traces the AIDS crisis through 1980s and early 1990s London. In the scene in question, wide-eyed, endearingly … Continue reading
“You thieving treacherous little shit! To think that I actually liked you and let you touch my lady bits. I’m going to slice your face off with a cheese grater and then feed your testicles to my girlfriend!” No, this isn’t a quote from a lost John Waters film spoken with the perverse and pathological … Continue reading
*cronch cronch cronch* Oh! *cough* What’s that? I’m just trying to eat my way through a mega-sized box of Valentine’s hearts. Why? Because we have to support small businesses in times like these, including choking down all the dry and chalky drug store candy hearts we can stomach! What else is there to do on … Continue reading
Let’s face it, glamour is over. Done. Kaput. Gone. Bye-bye. Same with stardom. And fame. Hollywood too for that matter. Continue reading
Who among us can deny the alluring draw of golf carts circling and darting here and there in formation set to the rhythm of their instructor’s whistle and shouted directions, “Ted! Ted!!”? Certainly not me. Only a couple seconds into Lance Oppenheim’s intoxicating documentary Some Kind of Heaven, which opens with the faint sounds of … Continue reading
