black power b̶u̶t̶ ̶i̶ ̶a̶i̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶n̶o̶ ̶r̶a̶c̶i̶s̶t̶
waif-like and blind, frail is your body; a conscience redesigned to be childlike and bitter
the gaunt visage you try to hide while walking past mirrors; you have erased yourself
you've learned to hate yourself
kinda destabilizing to try and piece this together because it works on a million different levels, occasionally floating along the lines of verhoeven's explorations of female victimization whilst refusing the playfulness of his depravity. rather than relishing the kinks and easily digested non-politics of the…
whom we find in winter’s sleep, is saved by Siegfried’s victorious light when he pierces her suit of armour with his sword. in this way she is fertilized. here the process is not called fecundation as in the earth-sun tales; instead, the sword’s thrust represents the actual act of fertilization and a kiss emphasizes its erotic connotation. it is critical that Siegfried, in Brünhilde, impregnates his mother. indeed, Siegfried’s mother is Sieglinde; however, Brünhilde, her sister, loves whomever Sieglinde loves,…
we build our temples for tomorrow, strong as we know how and we stand on top of the mountain, free within ourselves.
– Langston Hughes, "The Negro Artist and the Racial Mountain"
the extent of this film's docudramatic form and mediation under spielberg's lens instills an element of personalization found only here and in demme's beloved; the moral imperative is to bring to our attention the historical opportunities involving different people of different stature from different cultures that would've led…
my mother and i probably watched horror movies more than anything else we'd do together and that led to a bunch of formative experiences, conversations and emotions which have affected my approach to visceral shit like this more than anything else; since she's been gone, self-reflexivity within my horror viewing experience has changed from a sense of care and closeness with her to the the occasional buildup of an emptiness that could only be equated to the near-immediate realization i…
easily the worst film of the year and maybe the worst i've ever seen? you can tell these people think they're on some bells are ringing in L.A shit but if the neurotic impulses of pure humanity emerging from within minneli's insurmountable filmic senses made the overall plotlessness of his works shine, all that got sucked into a void here and out came this baffling concoction of privilege embracing itself and plasticine relationships that mean everything because they don't have…