Thursday, October 1, 2020

We Are The Sprocket Holes vol. 409

 stand-out viewing for the month of September (it was a bit slow in the movie / TV department for me. just feeling burned out by [gestures wildly with a knife in my teeth and a gas canister pointed at a pediatric hospital] all of this. still managed to squeege out some driblets)

(August


XTRO3: WATCH THE SKIES (1995, dir. Harry Bromley Davenport)

a grey matter excoriating mash-up of Predator, Communion, and one of those nth rate UFO dramas that arrived in the wake of the X-Files success. 


THE WASHING MACHINE (1993, dir. Ruggero Deodato) 

the weirdest, horniest entry in the Deodato filmography. 


TOMASSO (2019, dir. Abel Ferrara) 

the undeniably fascinating creative collaboration between Dafoe and Ferrara continues to bear achingly thoughtful deconstructionist fruit. 


SWANS: WHERE DOES A BODY END? (2019, dir. Marco Porsia) 

a thorough plunge into one of my favorite musical universes. 


SHINING SEX (1975, dir. Jess Franco) 

omnivorous references and multiple genres secretly careen into an enchanted streamline release of cosmic libidinal simmering.  


MEET THE HOLLOWHEADS (1989, dir. Thomas R. Burman) 

AKA The Jetsons meet the Mugwumps. 


LIMBO (1999, dir. Tina Krause) 

the visualized death rattle of an extinguishing millennium. 


THE LAST STOP (2017, dir. Todd Nilsen)

an attack on "attack therapy" that serves to remind the viewer that maybe our institutions should strive to be more than viciously accelerated recreations of workplace hostilities and actually try to... you know... fucking fix this shit. 


JESUS SHOWS YOU THE WAY TO THE HIGHWAY (2019, dir. Miguel Llanso)

if Jan Svankmeyer, Flying Lotus, and Ray Dennis Steckler were commissioned by Wakaliawood to collaborate on a Total Recall knock-off, it might resemble something like JSYTWTTH. if you're only going to watch one film with Jesus in the title this year, please send ransom notes and ziplock bags of boogers and cum to the producers of The Jesus Rolls and pop on this pure joy. 

CALL ME LUCKY (2015, dir. Bobcat Goldthwait) 

we need Barry Crimmins now more than ever. 

 

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