For over six years now, David Lynch has been my favorite artist, and my greatest source of inspiration. His work made me into who I am.
My absolute favorite work of art ever, Twin Peaks: The Return, rarely leaves my mind; last year, I rewatched it and filled a whole notebook with writings on it. The night before Lynch's passing, I decided to transfer all those writings to a blog. The day of, I was writing…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
There is an old fable we humans like to tell ourselves; it’s about a man who one day imagined himself lifting the whole world up on his shoulders, and then proceeded to do just that. His name may be Alexander the Great, or Julius Caesar, or Napoleon Bonaparte; it may also be Cesar Catilina, or Francis Ford Coppola. This man is naturally gifted with immense skill, intelligence, and courage that sets him apart from all his peers; but what distinguishes…
Holy fucking shit.
I am disgusted, I am confused, I am awe-struck, I am appalled, I am in love.
This movie is NASTY.
A gloriously nauseating, unrelentlessly crazy, charmingly bizarre piece of underground Japanese Cyberpunk Insanity. If you're interested in Japanese Cinema, World Cinema, underground film movements, independent horror films, or just weird ass shit, you HAVE to watch this movie. Screw that, if you like cinema, you have to watch this. It is something that has to be seen to be believed.
