Father Urbain Grandier??? nah what a jerk what a— [trips] [hundreds of thousands of photos of Father Grandier spill out of jacket] w-what a fuckign asshole i these arent mine im just [gathering them up frantically sweating] listen i just listen fuck [thousands of pictures of Father Grandier scatter across the floor] shit fcuk im holding them for a friend just LISTEN

so movie money sure isn't as brave as it used to be, huh?

good god. this was put out (or not) by WARNER BROS! how timid and small-minded our commercial art has become.

such gloriously righteous indignation, and Jarman's neo-futurist design still gives the madness a divine scale. any movie that ends with someone furiously masturbating as an expression of their own eternal misery is fine by me. perfect halloween viewing.

Rest In Peace Urbain Grandier. You would’ve loved MDMA and anal beads and silicone lube and ketamine orgies and toe rings and rubberdolls and fucking machines and fetish parties and poppers and fleshlights and fake tits and

Finally restored to its intended majesty and as thrilling, scary, funny, and holy as ever. 

Seen as part of Cannes Cinema Classics with a room full of converts.

beautiful movies make life worth living!!!

too many hoes in this house of sin

Jesus Fucking Christ.

Watched the uncut version tonight. As a dyke/fag/pervert/witch who grew up Catholic, this is obviously my shit. I felt multiple generations of ancestors spinning in their graves while I watched this cackling like a demonic whore. Oliver Reed is pure sex meat and at one point throws an alligator at a man accusing of him of fucking his daughter. Vanessa Redgrave capturing what my current period of celibacy looks and feels like (had a dream last night that I was having sex with a raptor in Jurassic Park btw). The real underrated performance in this is Michael Gothard as Father Pierre Barre. Unhinged. The art direction is immaculate, the cinematography is gorgeous, and the crotches are unshaven. The way this movie effortlessly shifts from horny to hilarious to brutal to romantic to spiritual to terrifying is aspirational. I hope I can one day make something this blasphemous and this much of a tonal pogo stick.

90

Unrivaled debauchery. Depicts Church and State as two extremes, the happy medium only uncovered when any disconnect from either is attempted. That a priest is portrayed as a drunken playboy billionaire only to lose his influence over the prospect of sexual freedom for all via a band of nuns who desire him is precedent - who would've thought the State interferes when people find commonality in being free? Ken Russell's profane sense of crowd-control and sustained chaos is simply stupendous, with the towering architecture and delectable costuming being set-dressing for the outrageous. A film of figures and symbols perverted and unleashed from their sole design.

God isn’t real take ur clothes off