• The Duke of Burgundy

    The Duke of Burgundy


    Pinastri. the females lay their eggs in groups of two or three along pine or spruce needles. Sphinx. One day you'll be back. is a moth of the family Sphingidae. When you're done dreaming. the Sphingidae are a family of moths called sphinx, colloquially as hawk moths. At last. many of their caterpillars known as “hornworms”. Now this road has passed. includes about 1,450 species. And you're done wandering. it is best represented in the tropics, but species are found…

  • Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris

    Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris


    A gathering. Your uncle; 46, tall, dark hair; he has a dog; highly agreeable, no self-understanding or control, impulsive. So easily distracted by another spotted Whippet, which it has been barking and growling at for some time, despite clear communication from the family. A hand from a pocket retrieves a treat, to distract, to reward.

  • Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery

    Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery


    "This is a Chess endgame!".

  • Avatar: The Way of Water

    Avatar: The Way of Water


    The other day I was walking through the gardens by Notre-Dame and saw approaching a man whose eyes caught something behind me, which I could not see: at once they lit up. If, at the same time as I saw the man, I had perceived the young woman and the child towards whom he now began running, the happy face of his would not have struck me; indeed I might not have noticed it.

    So, my baby Sky Bison, flying…

  • Grizzly Man

    Grizzly Man


    Understand Werner Herzog, understand Timothy Treadwell.

  • The Magnificent Ambersons

    The Magnificent Ambersons


    Come gather 'round people
    Wherever you roam
    And admit that the waters
    Around you have grown
    And accept it that soon
    You'll be drenched to the bone
    If your time to you is worth savin'
    And you better start swimmin'
    Or you'll sink like a stone

    Come writers and critics
    Who prophesise with your pen
    And keep your eyes wide
    The chance won't come again
    And don't speak too soon
    For the wheel's still in spin
    And there's no tellin'…

  • Heart of Glass

    Heart of Glass


    I look into the distance to the end of the world. Before the day is over, the end will come. First, time will tumble, and then the earth. The clouds will begin to race... the earth boils over; this is the sign. This is the beginning of the end. The world's edge begins to crumble... everything starts to collapse... tumbles, fall, crumbles and collapses. I look into the cataract. I feel an undertow, it draws me, it sucks me down.…

  • Don't Worry Darling

    Don't Worry Darling


    Dont worry, darling.

    Early on Florence Pugh picks up an eerie egg, egg shells crack; discovered cracks ooooo; in her curious, rounded, clutches to, tooquickly, uncover the lack of yolk the erroneously titled product Olivia Wilde marvels at in reality and in dontworrydarling.

    Just look up.

  • Altered States

    Altered States


    Find light in the static sea, can't choose to be happy, you and I, we're faceless in the sky. You're an unseen man I see, intangible to me. When we hold, I'm alive, like Christ fucking in the sky.

    I knew that we'd become one right away
    Oh, eternal living
    At first sight I felt that memory is energy
    Life outside your eyes

    So shine bright, tonight, you and I
    Trauma beyond comprehension like the weightless in the sky

  • Four Nights of a Dreamer

    Four Nights of a Dreamer


    I love you because you're not in love with me.

  • The Trial of Joan of Arc

    The Trial of Joan of Arc


    Historically worded reduction leaves in the ash (reduced wayy too long); at the stake, our words translated, old, and sure; only what was present and what is real. What was pure; I say without any religious connotation, as this story is not a religious one, but a story of human automatism; a story of human automatism where religion is utilised as the tool of human dissection; where society constrained to mechanical regularity cannot wait for emotion to fill fingers; where…

  • The Passion of Joan of Arc

    The Passion of Joan of Arc


    Comedy is funny, really. For an audience so far in the future can laugh and cry (at the too theatrical, untrue. And) at so cruel, so very human, foolish tragedy—which in-and-of-itself is comical, tragedy/tragedies, though maybe I have jumped too far forward in time here (I haven't)—decisions five hundred years their past with collective, godlike judgment, from a cruel form of 'The Bench', are to be looked down by the public hooked on the false for they want nothing of…