Why hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams readers! Are you ready for a scare? Or just some nonsensical artspeak straight from the mouth of a cut and campy Jake Gyllenhaal? Us too! As some of you may know, the art worlds are all a-flutter with talk of Netflix’s recently released art world/horror flick Velvet Buzzsaw, directed … Continue reading
Well, hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams readers! What a year it’s been! I know, I know–it’s that time of year when every publication rushes to print as many listicles as possible. Why fight it? We want to count things down too! I’m ready to make bold proclamations of this year’s bests! More of our superlatives … Continue reading
This week, dearest Filthy Dreams readers, a star was born. No, I’m not talking about that film with Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper (hard pass–you’re no Judy or Babs!). Nor am I talking about the new members of Congress that turned the House blue and freaked out Trump so much he was in a near-constant … Continue reading
On Tuesday, I received a promotional email in my inbox (one of many I tend to ignore) announcing the theme of the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Costume Institute 2019 exhibition. To my shock (and horror), it was a theme familiar and close to my black little heart: camp! As a long-time denizen of camp, I … Continue reading
Phew, I don’t know about you, dearest Filthy Dreams readers, but what a week this has been. From the world leaders at the U.N. laughing at our clownish president to Lindsay Lohan’s post-clubbing child kidnapping to Kanye West’s MAGA meltdown last night on SNL, it feels like there are more than a few glitches in … Continue reading
Phew, I don’t know about you, dearest Filthy Dreams readers, but I haven’t been able to tear myself away from watching seemingly every major literary and theoretical academic showing their ass at once, defending Professor Avital Ronell since the original New York Times article last week exposed former student Nimrod Reitman’s Title IX case against … Continue reading
Can humor be a form of resistance in our increasingly dystopian era? I certainly think so, as I’ve argued on Filthy Dreams previously (and repeatedly). Recently, though, comedy, mainly stand-up, is being reevaluated due to comedian Hannah Gadsby’s highly emotional and now, greatly hyped special Nanette. Continue reading
