A forlorn transmission from a glamour planet twilight world, ringing through skies cobwebbed over with love's labors lost. Resinous beads of indole drip down these webs—the gift of tears given many times over to souls who have submitted themselves to pure desire. This is the platonic ideal of melodrama. My favorite movie about love. I must admit that it's not about love at all. It's about countryside silence and city sidewalk sorrow; it's about exploitation and loops of human suffering;…
I tell the truth in signs.
Love appears every day
for one who offers love.
That wisdom is enough.
Hadewijch, excerpt from "Love Has Seven Names"
A great American masterpiece of inspired genius...and yes I mean every word of that!! This film always leaves me breathless and wondering, HOW DID SHE DO IT...fantastical, dreamy hagiography (of a fictitious artist-saint) mixed with strong Christian feminist sentiment, conveyed by the most marvelously choreographed moving tableaux. The camera does a slow, measured, erotic…
The perfect movie to watch with my own beloved mother while attempting to heal from a Cronenbergian health emergency.
Thank you to Tim for pushing me to finally watch this.
Joan Crawford is my heroine, my goddess, my amazonian angel, the best actress of all time and the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
This is far more than a campy PSYCHO-ripoff. It's one of the most heart-wrenching, genuinely tragic, finely acted narratives of trauma and mental illness unwittingly passed from mother to daughter ever committed to film.
Sometimes I think this is the only good movie I've ever seen. It leaves me ever more astounded and touched with each successive viewing. I think I could watch it everyday and never get tired of slipping into its waters...never able to anticipate the ways in which they will intoxicate me the next time. There's nothing else like WATERSMITH. Absolutely nothing. This is a sports documentary; this is a visual poem; this is sci-fi; this is suspense; this is pure erotism...you can find whatever you want to find in those sparkling blue waves and mutating superhuman bodies.
Debates about Woke vs. Anti-Woke are hotter than ever. You’d think that the noise of the “culture wars” would quiet down a little post-U.S. election, or that issues such as the rapid erosion of civil rights for trans people or pro-Palestine protestors being disappeared by ICE and spirited off to black sites for “interrogation” would be framed in a more serious light. But the opposite is happening. People on all points of the political spectrum seem to have a growing…
WHY THE FUCK AM I WATCHING THIS SHIT?
Thinking about how Peter Vack chose to shoot a long take of his sister pissing in the subway with her vagina in full view. Damn
As slimy and bad for the soul as other Dimes Square movies, but much bolder (kinda admirable even if over half of those bold swings are stupid) and generally higher effort and more entertaining than its product-peers
I understand now why this hasn't been given any kind…
