There’s a certain humor to falling in love with a doll. Seeking pleasure in frightening perfection seems insane! Yet, a doll equivalent could be a person addicted to the needle, injecting themselves until they resemble Magritte’s balloon figure in his 1967 portrait, The Art of Living. All puffed up until they are perfect. So, yes, … Continue reading
What do you get when you toss together the lurching, microphone-fellating, teenage werewolf-y-OOOOO-wling of The Cramps; Cry-Baby and Rock ‘n’ Roll High School’s reverence for rock’s sacred duty of horrifying the squares; the living cartoon world of Pee-wee’s Playhouse and its progeny, Hunx and His Punx’s music videos; and a hefty dash of randy fursonas—fierce … Continue reading
A black screen, a void, then the calming sounds of ocean waves. Keith Richards’s guitar punctures the roiling relaxation, as sea-green ocean waves brighten the screen. Merry Clayton woos over the opening riff of The Rolling Stones’ Vietnam-era anthem, “Gimme Shelter,” as a drone shot flits over a sandy beach and a pool deck with … Continue reading
Being buried under precarious, emergency-surgery-threatening heaps and heaps of snow, ice, and slush is the perfect opportunity for obsessive movie-watching. Not schlepping around to galleries, climbing over the road gritty, dog-and-human shit-covered ice mountains that collect at the edge of every sidewalk in New York, to gaze disappointingly at mostly bland art (Not to mention … Continue reading
“Malvina is the first mistake, Malvina is the worst mistake I’ve ever made.” Are you a fan of Sapphic coming-of-age stories…drenched in horror and told entirely from the perspective of the queer protagonist’s hyper-religious mother? Well, if you are, then look no further! Maya Gunhilda’s 2025 disgustingly delightful horror short, God Save Malvina, follows protagonist … Continue reading
After seeing Ari Aster’s newest “divisive” ride, Eddington, I returned home and put on Darryl Cooper’s three-hour marathon “Jeffrey Epstein: This was your life!” episode of Tucker Carlson. While I didn’t make it through that long haul in one night, Cooper’s deep dive into Bill Barr’s daddy and Epstein’s first employer after dropping out of … Continue reading
Does anyone love their job quite as much as Rosa, the bright-eyed and bushy-haired sex worker and l’amour de tout le monde à Paris in Paul Vecchiali’s 1986 doomed and demented romance flick, Rosa la rose, fille publique? It’s hard to imagine. She’s even working on her twentieth birthday! Currently screening at Metrograph on the … Continue reading
If I had to pick the absolute perfect song, tied up with a gun to my head, I’d be hard-pressed to come up with one better than Q Lazzarus’s “Goodbye Horses.” That sparse, sultry beat that slowly emerges as if from the clouds, combined with a strange, sci-fi keyboard do-dooing that somehow comes off as … Continue reading
I didn’t know what to write about David Lynch. Sure, I knew that I had to write something in tribute to our preeminent filth elder (tied with John Waters)—the dreams of Filthy Dreams. But…what? Scroll through this website’s archives and you’ll already find pages upon pages penned on the man, his quinoa recipe, his paintings … Continue reading
“Help! There’s a pervert after me!” A gorgeous woman (or so we assume) with petite features, framed by her pencil-thin eyebrows and gigantic 1970s bug sunglasses, dashes up to a man with mussed hair and a blue and red striped shirt, rudely interrupting his shouty breakup phone call with a soon-to-be ex: “Only losers get … Continue reading