You can tell a whole lot about a film’s impact by the GIFs that remain peppered throughout the Internet even years after its release. For Lee Daniels’s gloriously trashy The Paperboy, its afterlife is preserved in slow-as-molasses, steamy grabs of heartthrob Zac Efron’s Jack Jansen languishing in itty bitty, tighty whities, flexing his tautly muscled … Continue reading
“You can’t make this shit up,” repeats the hapless former press secretary and White House Easter bunny Sean Spicer, as his “daily, if not hourly mantra.” This apt line, more articulate than anything Spicer said behind the podium in his months of White House employment, is quoted by Michael Wolff in his new book/American cultural … Continue reading
When I was eight years old, I wanted to be Tonya Harding. Well, at least momentarily. Playing outside on a particularly frozen day in 1994, I pretended to be figure skaters with a friend. Did I want to be Nancy Kerrigan with her perfect brunette ponytail, Vera Wang-designed white costumes and sophisticated poise? Hell no. … Continue reading
Well, hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams readers! Why I’m just so THANKFUL for you all! Are you ready for Turkey day? NO?! Well, Mary, what are you waiting for? Here at Filthy Dreams, our favorite part of Thanksgiving is the panic–scurrying around liquor stores grabbing up bottles we don’t need (What if we don’t have … Continue reading
I’m not used to suffering from invasive flashbacks inside a major museum. But, pulling back the heavy curtain, leading into Kenny Scharf’s Cosmic Closet, a cozy yet mind-altering intergalactic Day-Glo-painted trash utopia, I was immediately sent through a time warp to June 2011, boogying to The B-52s “Planet Claire” and Martha and the Vandellas “Jimmy … Continue reading
“We are surrounded by everything you ever want,” purrs artist Andrew Logan, inviting viewers of homotopia.tv into the Glasshouse, his studio in London.[i] The Glasshouse resembles a Technicolor tumble through the looking glass if Alice sniffed poppers. His Pee-Wee’s Playhouse-esque studio is filled with giant eggs, regal tributes to Pegasus, and sculptures dedicated to outrageous … Continue reading
Recently, a tweeted meme reminded me of just how much I miss the golden age of 90’s trash TV. With a Hollywood Squares-like grid of guests on the Ricki Lake Show, the blessed tweeter, DarkSkintDostoyevsky, asks, “Which Ricki Lake Show guest are you today?” And whew, there were so many choices–do you want to be … Continue reading
If you’re like me, dearest Filthy Dreams readers, you probably haven’t been able to tear yourself away from the ongoing shit show of the Trump administration this week. I mean, Donald Jr. releasing his own incriminating emails via Twitter? Who could ask for a better story! In fact, I’m so into this whole overly dramatic, … Continue reading
Last night, presidential prodigal daughter Ivanka Trump posted a tweet that shook the art world to its core, forcing arts lovers to see dots and clutch their collective pearls. “Discovering new spots in D.C.,” Ivanka enthusiastically tweeted with a photograph of herself perched like a princess on seminal artist Yayoi Kusama‘s installation Obliteration Room at the Hirshhorn Museum’s insanely … Continue reading
In Divine’s classic hit song “Born To Be Cheap,” that bewigged bastion of filth snarls, “As sure as there’s trash, I was born to be cheap!” Not only a rallying cry for gaudy girls everywhere, Divine also hits on an important factoid: Trash is forever. Not just those bags of garbage dumped at the side … Continue reading