They’re both lost. The world seems cruel in a dull way, and ambivalent to their desires. Desires that have yet to materialize, and that they do not have words for. They’re looking for something in the way that we’re all looking for something. The funny thing about romance is that it doesn’t really fix that problem, but it does make it seem like less of a burden from time to time.
Maria (Adrienne Shelly) has a fight with her father…
“The world is a toilet. Life’s not good.”
-Famous curmudgeon and Andy Warhol hater, Paul Morrissey
Andy Warhol’s Flesh For Frankenstein, directed by Paul Morrissey, was made in Italy for next to nothing and shot back to back with an adaptation of Dracula bearing the title Blood For Dracula. Both carry the flavor of low-grade 70s genre fare that blatantly disregards notions of good taste in favor of charismatic displays of absurdity and the sensorial delights of eroticism and cheeky…
I found this trans documentary (currently streaming on the Criterion Channel) charming. It can be somewhat sappy--evoking a YA aesthetic of nature and becoming--but at its core this is in lineage with numerous other documentaries about trans people carving out a world for one another with other trans people. What's exciting about it is the directness of some of its images. There's literally an image of a trans woman applying lubricant onto the exact same dilator that I was given…
Imagine the poor sap who died in this universe because he couldn't hold in a fart.
