Thursday, September 29, 2022

We Are The Sprocket Holes vol. 551

 stand-out viewing for the CHUD-shaped siracha-lubed vibrator that was September.

(August



hyper-manic splatter-camp. 


ANGELA (1995, dir. Rebecca Miller) 

FFO Paperhouse, Tideland, Reflecting Skin, Heavenly Creatures 

the biggest surprise this year; one of the Whitest Kids U Know splashing multiplexes with an ultra-bizarre paperback nightmare that brings to mind everything from Raw Meat to Angst to New French Extremity, all while maintaining a theme that there is no more great a destroyer than banal human incompetence. 


just might be the most hideously effective film i've ever seen, and arguably the best from the Mondo Cane crew. it's like the more beautiful a Riz Ortolani composition, the more repugnant the film (even moreso than Ruggero Deodato's Cannibal Holocaust)




perhaps the most subversive entry in the David-Hess-is-a-rapey-lunatic trilogy. 



West keeps getting better and more interesting with every film, and i'm on board for this X-panded Universe (tm)



this one's got ALL the panics. 


TINY TIM: KING FOR A DAY (2020, dir. Johan von Sydow) 

not a wasted minute in this one. 


WE'RE ALL GOING TO THE WORLD'S FAIR (2021, dir. Jane Schoenbrun) 

if you're going into this one expected some reductive-ass Unfreinded piece of silly-goosery, i hope you you never recover. 

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