ᴇɴɢʟɪsʜ ʙᴏʙʙɪᴇs ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴇɴɢʟɪsʜ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ
ᴅᴇғᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ᴏғ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴇᴀᴛ
ᴛʜɪs ɪs sʜɪᴛ
ᴡᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ
there's a profound uncomfort in being privy to a cycle of acts — arcane, ritualistic, erotic — that simultaneously return your gaze. and yet the playfulness with which Jarman uses the medium here, paired with Cyclobe's unearthly, retrofitted drone, just makes the whole thing so inescapably mesmeric!
felt totally enamored by its tremors: that sense of being caught between Delphic worlds, trapped in fluttering celluloid.
paradoxically, then, an incredibly liberating sensory experience. adored!
Not quite sure why this film exists really, let alone in 2018.
The only good it can do is to finally prove Lars von Trier is just... bad? Desperately provocative, needlessly repugnant - but at the end of the day, it's just a bad fuckin film. Bravo, Lars!!