We Are The Sprocket Holes vol. 440

 stand-out viewing for the jacked-knifed dump truck of gelatinous blood-piss that was February.

(January) 

ZIPPERFACE (1992, dir. Mansour Pourmand)

like an extended episode of Silk Stalkings directed by Danzig. 

SPLIT (1989, dir. Chris Shaw)

up there w/ Decoder in the paranoid industrial surrealist thriller category. something tells me Grant Morrison would be a fan. 

SHOGUN'S JOY OF TORTURE (1968, dir. Teruo Ishi)

arguably the most vicious entry in Ishi's edoverse. 

RANDOM ACTS OF VIOLENCE (2019, dir. Jay Baruchel)

an unwaveringly bleak post-deconstructionist slashterpiece that elevates the stalker/body count genre to heights not seen since the mid-late 80s boom of truly imaginative splatter stories. 

THE PIT (1981, dir. Lew Lehman) 

a twelve year old boy stuck between holding court with morose imaginary friends and perving on his dishy baby sitters... don't look at me that way. i can feel your look. 

NO BLADE OF GRASS (1970, dir. Cornel Wilde)

before the post-apocalypse genre became overrun with diminishing zombie returns and flea market Road Warrior cosplays, there was this cold, brutal, nihilistic slice of anti-life that reads like the Stand without the bullshit. 

INVASION OF THE BEE GIRLS (1973, dir. Denis Sanders)

schlubby losers get fucked to death by literal honey traps. 

IMPETIGORE (2019, dir. Joko Anwar)  

i still have a ways to go with Anwar's filmography, but this is the one to beat for me. no spoiler in the form a terse purple prose poetry here... just check it. 

THE EL DUCE TAPES (2019, dir. Rodney Ascher, David Lawrence)  

a nexus point for the last 30 years of performative outrage culture that inadvertently transcends its ultimately shallow subjects (although i'm not too proud to admit that i occasionally jam "Four F Club"). 

 DOGS DON'T WEAR PANTS (2019, dir. JP Valkeapaa) 

one of the stronger entries in the suburban BDSM melodrama mileau that leaves just enough to the imagination while being unafraid to go to places more intense than other post-Secretary yarns (even some of those in the "couples friendly" XXX field.)