Ev’s review published on Letterboxd:
This is one colorful adrenaline shot of a short.
In terms of the edits, they are dizzying, like a blast of energy and hard smack in the face (in the best possible way, of course). I knew I was going to love this when Anger incorporated the outside footage, especially of Jesus and his disciples, amongst the Nazi imagery and gay biker gangs.
Perhaps my favorite part of the short is the use of non diegetic 1950s pop music as the entire soundtrack, which serves to illuminate the colliding worlds present in a strikingly ironic way. The rhythms of the music further heighten the tone of the edits.
The appropriation of the heteronormative iconography of Americana- leather and steel, biker gangs, James Dean, rolled up white t-shirts and cigarettes- and turning them into something unmistakably queer is forever seared into my brain. The neon lights, cocaine, flash, vigor, and eroticism of the underground are thrown into a blender with these things. Anger's images pack a punch like few do. I'm not sure if there's much of a point to the work beyond that, but it's powerful enough of a radical artistic statement to make.
Mr. Anger, you have my attention.