connor’s review published on Letterboxd:
Totally forgot that this ended with "Wipeout". Perfect. I love how Anger's longer pieces tend to get all the more frenzied and dense in terms of their editing and cinematography as they go on, often just becoming a fantastic melange of distorted iconography and queered signs and symbols. For all of the intentionally blunt dichotomizing, Anger's work still works comes across as somehow more sly and fun than overtly heavy-handed, likely because his images never presume to possess any sort of subtlety in the slightest; this is pure bombast, partly puerile (yet modestly mature) and wonderful as ever. Love it.