no odorama cards but still a work of art

The abrupt scene where the guy opens his mail and finds out who his father is and then all his boys come out and hoot and holler oddly reminded me of that heart-rendingly tense scene in "Carandiru" where the queer couple receive the results of their HIV test. It is vaguely similar and yet so completely opposite.

It's your destiny to die insane.

stroszek bear (not really)

Ultimately bleak and uneasy (and unresolved!) but the much longer depiction of the neighborhood at large is what really makes that climax work. You care about all these people, or at least understand where they're coming from. The scene where Sal tells Mookie he'll always have a place at his store, same as his sons, is something that really stuck out to me.

Ray Liotta starts so pretty in this movie

gorgeous gnarly nonsense. I don't know how much plot I actually ed and understood but nevertheless almost all of the imagery on the island - like the freak in the cage, with a head covered in cotton, being fed timothy hay like a rabbit - has quickly established itself in my brain. I've been reading The Obscene Bird of Night slowly and this is as close to a film adaptation as we'll ever get.

By accident I have seen this again. Overstuffed to bursting and yet threadbare and obvious with a vat of heavy duty gold encrusted CGI grease smeared on everything. The color grading and near-constant ricochets of random noise in most scenes make me feel ill. I think I still don't like it.

not as brilliantly and histrionically overstimulating as The Devils, but still the kind of film I'd kidnap a theater's owner for if it meant I could see it on a big screen.

"we laughed as we roused the animal, and now it's devoured us"

strange attempts at being cinematically artsy (strangely selected faux-Carpenter/quasi-Oneohtrix Point Never soundtrack, is it ironic?) that occasionally clash with Tim Robinson being very funny in the ways in which we are accustomed. very fun to see in the theater, I laughed at most of the jokes. kinda feels like the skit that never ends but not in the SNL "we have three jokes written down and we need to stretch them for the entire time slot" way. if I stopped to rewatch and really think about it, I might like it less but for now, it whips.