I’ve never seen anything like this. This is fucking insane. The first act had me in a grip, like eyes wide, frozen in my chair, beaten by the sound and saturated in colour. Definition of awe. This doesn’t feel like the Disney of today. This is art through and through. It feels like a collective of people who haven’t been caught in the machine yet, just the freedom and passion to create. What they do with colour, light, texture and sound…

“Hello new meat, my name is Tragor.”

Jason and The Argonauts meets Mad God, but make it crusty, sleazy, no-budget, B&W, Super 8 filth. 

Tits and dicks, swords and armour, clay-mo creatures and gore, hilarious ADR, porny squeals, and a wild, weird, and loose story. The first half is exceptional and the second half deteriorates into a bunch of people clanging swords and having a generally fun fucking time.

Nothing prepared me for when Tragor opened his fucking mouth. And…

“You’re right Mr Jaffee, it is like an insane asylum here.”

Still chasing the rush of Seeds but fearful of another Rats & Werewolves so Ive gone back to the beginning. 

Rough and cheap, sound quality like tumbling gravel, but an undeniable artistic eye.

A history lesson that’s both sweet and heartbreaking. The desperation for intimacy and belonging in a time where prejudice means no safe space. The search for friendship, joy, sex, relationship, peace, support, adventure, and experimentation - all…

On Wednesdays we wear pink but Tuesdays are for Soylant Green. 

Sets a solid dystopian future with most the trimmings you wanna see, if you ignore the backwards take of the Furniture Girls. That fits though - the movie has a real dated sensibility about the way it plays. It feels like its direction comes from an older, grander, Hollywood source with those masculine hero archetypes. Fleischer began directing in the 40’s. Throw in Heston and it all tracks. Needed…

“Look in the mirror, sweetheart.”

There were signs early in that this film knew what it was doing and that I was gonna love it. The first was me waiting for a gasped “I love you” and having blood spat in the face instead. The second were the squelching sound effects of the zit she squeezed. An effective tease for such a steady and considered downward spiral. 

I was grinning the way they romanticised that tapeworm egg and everything it…

“Your soul rots, it festers, but fear not, for I have medicine…”

Didn’t even know I needed SOV Crow. 

Strip away the gloss and superfluous dressings from ‘94’s The Crow, and what you’re left with here is the weight and emotion of the original story, raw and honest coz it’s the only way they could do it. 

Faithfully scripted and storyboarded against the comic which trims the fat and contributes to some really tight direction and editing. Obviously no-budget and…