The gaze has been a staple gesture in queer cinema to forground desire, Here, the gaze exists beyond the act of looking. The gaze is given hierarchy in the relam of art. The gaze is made immortal in a series of portraits. The idea of solidifiying one's desire is tinkered with in various forms, even mythos. It is expolored and exhalted fully. Yet despire the many ways these women are free to master their gaze and in turn knowing of…
I really identify with Park Chan-wook female leads. They are motivated by so much angst and to me it's clear it's not an innate darkness that whelms them. I wouldn't call them victims of circumstance, but the culture around them forces them into boxes that don't suit them. They are left to scrounge and play a part, but once there is an opening, their pent up rage has an outlet.
This evaluation is only based on this and Thirst and…
In a similar vein to The Watermelon Woman, this film insists upon an invention of a queer history where you're favorite rock and roll idol is actually in fact very gay. Bisexuality takes up space and exists beyond a marketing ploy! I think it worked better that David Bowie was not directly related to this project. For the film to be in conversation with him and his colleagues and being explicit in calling out their queerness, whether they meant it…
The interiors were well put together; these are cleary young people living in precarious conditions but it's okay, because these are the types of houses you live in when you're in your early 20s, espeically if it is right across the way from your childhood home.
Clashing mediocre lifestyle fragments with glitz and glam of Those Who Made It Out would be polarizing if not for the post-modern aesthetic that connects the fragments and the glit together. Gamifying every aspect…
In high school, I was super fascinated with sex. I was also paranoid, and I was afraid to search out anything explicit online. I took the "18 and older" warning seriously; I thought if the government caught 17 yo me looking at porn, they would arrest me. So. I turned to softcore in movies to help me understand sex, and you know, get a little titillation.
At first, watching softcore was either by accident or by chance. I watched a…
HE CALLED HIS (REDACTED) THE KRAKEN
I audibly gagged in class and I hoped everyone heard me.
- Should have let Martine smudge the house.
- Our prof tried to argue that debt is the narrator of the film. And it was the most confusing argument I've ever heard but also insanely brilliant I love grad school