I think that I should write more.
Star ratings are arbitrary and fluid.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I was genuinely a bit baffled when my mom asked me to watch this with her and my dad; it was the first time in twenty years that she expressed even the slightest interest in South Park, and her reward was the chance to watch all the adults in town grow mustaches because they smoked Randy’s jizz.
I feel that most long-running shows are bound for a point where, in covering so much ground over so much time, they not…
Cross processing. Color reversal. Shooting AND transferring on 6’s. Saturated color as heightened reality. Classical exploitation married to commercial modernity.
A film informed by films, a story of a real woman twisted into an absurdist feast of meta pop-lunacy.
I am uncomfortable with the idea of insinuating that movies with abrasive styles like this are framed as such because of drugs or drug use; even in cases like this, where Scott directly cites the effects of acid as a visual…