Why hello there, scariest, most devilish, and deviant Filthy Dreams ghosties, ghouls, goblins, and Goths! You know what time of year it is…the scariest time of the year…ELECTION SEASON! *shudder* Ok, ok, it’s also Halloween, but really, is there anything else to do other than sit in your box of an apartment waiting, calculating various … Continue reading
Is there anything more beautiful than the dual glee and panic of a boxy silhouette of tapered jeans and blinding billowing Technicolor sweaters hurtling down a supermarket aisle as if shot from a cannon in search of a specially marked bottle of Tide? Is there anything more inspiring than a blur of Dep shellacked and … Continue reading
Two weeks ago, on Saturday March 21, I couldn’t breathe. Well, to be precise, I was technically still breathing–or was, at least, feigning some pathetic half-hearted attempt at breath–but it was as if my lungs collectively decided to reject the necessary oxygen. Instead, they burned, constricted, tightened. My vision blurred and I felt lightheaded as … Continue reading
“Yes folks, this isn’t any cheap X-rated movie or any 5th rate porno play, this is the show you want! Lady Divine’s cavalcade of perversions, the sleaziest show on Earth!…These assorted sluts, fags, dykes, pimps know no bounds! They have committed acts against God and nature, acts by their mere existence would make any decent … Continue reading
In his text Transcendental Style in Film, the critic turned auteur Paul Schrader observed a formal connection between several mid-1900s filmmakers, particularly Yasujirô Ozu, Robert Bresson and Carl Thedor Dreyer. “Transcendental film,” Schrader argues, “seeks to maximize the mystery of existence; it eschews all conventional interpretations of reality: realism, psychologism, romanticism, expressionism, and finally, rationalism.” … Continue reading
Is Times Square real? No, I haven’t completely flipped my switch–I’m aware Times Square is locatable on a map. But, Times Square seems and has always seemed to exist somewhere between reality and fiction. Continue reading
While I know Filthy Dreams mainly writes about art, I’m convinced the revival of Twin Peaks: The Return, a masterpiece of surrealism, dream states and nightmarish non-linearity might be one of the defining cultural moments of my time. And I’m only on the fourth episode! Take that Whitney Biennial! F off Venice Biennale! So to … Continue reading
I’m assuming that with the buzz surrounding the show many of you, dearest Filthy Dreams readers, have already popped over to Hulu to peep The Handmaid’s Tale. If you haven’t, turn around here! SPOILER ALERT! And if you have, I’m sorry, we’ll get through this trauma together. Now as you probably know, faithful Filthy Dreams readers, … Continue reading
