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  • I'm Thinking of Ending Things

    I'm Thinking of Ending Things


    I'm thinking of ending things. I'm thinking of ending things! I am thinking of ending things. I'm thinking of ending things. I'm thinking of shoving an ice pick into my skull.

    Okay, let me take a step back. Charlie Kaufman is a director that I've never had a particularly strong connection to; I liked Synecdoche, New York in high school, but that was before I'd gotten laid. Is that unfair? Maybe. Cruel? I don't know, the more your work focuses…

  • Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me

    Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me


    It's no secret to anyone who knows me on or offline that I've become a bit of a David Lynch fanatic. I'm stuck inside sheltered from a chaotic world, and there's so much lore and interpretation that comes with his work that it's been irresistible to me. It started with a couple of watches of the original Twin Peaks series, followed by this movie, followed by The Return, and now I'm just about done with his full filmography. It's been…

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  • Cruising



    Mediocre as a police procedural, but as a meditation on identity and sexual ethics, it's unmissable.

  • Drugstore Cowboy

    Drugstore Cowboy


    this did next to nothing for me but I can't really explain it. you know how it is sometimes when a movie is just in one ear, out the other, excited to move on with your life

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  • Bo Burnham: Inside

    Bo Burnham: Inside


    I've been a casual Bo Burnham fan for a while now. His trajectory from writing piano ballads about being mistaken for a fag as a teenager to the self-deprecating and referential humor he's become known for has been a fun one to watch over the years. I'm particularly fond of the song "Art Is Dead," which covers a lot of similar ground that this special does despite being nearly a decade older, comparing the plight of the intellectual artist in…

  • Pink Narcissus

    Pink Narcissus


    A kaleidoscope of white gay male desire, putting an archetypal twink into the role of both object and subject in a repetitive fever dream of surreal sexuality. It breaks new ground regarding the intersection between New American Cinema and gay pornography in conversation with other sleazy aesthetes like Kenneth Anger and Andy Warhol. The simultaneous dreaminess and sluttiness make it my favorite film of this generation of the burgeoning queer American cinema. So inviting. Bet you can't eat just one!