Lot in Sodom ★★★★★

in contrast to Kenneth Anger's Fireworks, which posits gay desire as flammable, incendiary, always ready to erupt in a burst of violence and be reborn, here it is fire itself, and, further, the fire which consumes itself. from below, from above, there is flame, consumption, destruction, sometimes avaricious and sometimes punitive, bodies melt and flicker, dreams bleed through reality and awaken the holy. the spectator becomes entombed through and for that very act, frozen in eternal contemplation of the spectacle of abject desire's abject end. wish it were more pornographic tho if we're being honest

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