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A Lynchian figment. Your disreputable and aberrant host to The Double R Club and beyond… Trustee at Cabaret VS Cancer he/him
@sofuckinsuave.bsky.socialDinner time listening in the Louche/Thorne household tonight: The Merge, from Newly Sentient Being by Swans
@sofuckinsuave.bsky.socialDinner time listening in the Louche/Thorne household tonight: The End of Forgetting, from Newly Sentient Being by Swans
@sofuckinsuave.bsky.socialEnjoyed The Last Days of Ptolemy Grey (on Apple)
@sofuckinsuave.bsky.socialDinner time listening in the Louche/Thorne household tonight: The Man on the Burning Tightrope by Firewater
@sofuckinsuave.bsky.socialDinner time listening in the Louche/Thorne household tonight: Recuerda by Dazzling Killmen
@matricardo.bsky.socialReposted by @sofuckinsuave.bsky.socialThe latest chapter of my year-long project TEN GIGS is my love letter to the cabaret and burlesque world, and all the amazing artists who work in it.
Hope you like it, if you do, a share and a sub would mean a lot.
@gwenckatz.bsky.socialReposted by @sofuckinsuave.bsky.social
@sofuckinsuave.bsky.socialDinner time listening in the Louche/Thorne household tonight: Portamento by The Drums
@sofuckinsuave.bsky.socialSunday night in the Louche/Thorne household is MYSTERY MOVIE* night! TONIGHT: Drive (Prime) * a film we've already seen picked at random
@sofuckinsuave.bsky.socialDinner time listening in the Louche/Thorne household tonight: The Pulse Of Atoms by Lustmord Lombardo
@sofuckinsuave.bsky.socialhandled really well and feels truly uncanny, but so much else in the film is just clumsy rubbish that just so happens to have been shot in a really cool venue.
(archived reviews can be found on Facebook by searching Through A Glass Snarkly)
@sofuckinsuave.bsky.socialbody cam makes NO sense whatsoever; it’s not a camera that the character wearing it can look through, only WE see it in night-vision, he should be utterly blind in the dark, and yet… It’s stuff like this that ruins the film it could’ve been. It’s true there is one particular threat that’s...
@sofuckinsuave.bsky.socialinformation at the beginning telling us that the recovered footage “is presented in its original and uncensored form” is all too soon completely negated by the blatant edits and the fact that someone has mysteriously dubbed ‘scary music’ over parts of it. Also, switching to night-vision on a...
@sofuckinsuave.bsky.socialimprovised dialogue (something that often makes a found footage film work all the better giving it that naturalistic feel) the script far too often feeling forced and stilted; the performances too lack plausibility. There are also moments that contract one another, the supposed official...
@sofuckinsuave.bsky.socialseen such an incredible location squandered on such a lot of half-baked, sloppy nonsense. Until about half way through there are just too many sequences that feel like they were made up on the spot to pad the running time -this is doubly odd because it seemed like there was precious little...
@sofuckinsuave.bsky.socialabandoned hospital, the credible and physical feel of the corridors and darkened rooms instantly sell the initial premise of spooky goings on in an all but empty building in the dead of night. Sadly, pretty much everything that follows does little but ruin that first impression. Seldom have I...
@sofuckinsuave.bsky.socialSaturday in the Louche/Thorne household means HORROR MOVIE ROULETTE! Infirmary (Shudder) Following an ‘unknown disturbance call’ from the Wiltshire Infirmary, footage recovered from the scene suggests that something terrifying took place that night… Shot in (what looks anyway like) a real...
@sofuckinsuave.bsky.socialDinner time listening in the Louche/Thorne household tonight: Love in Exile by The Chrome Cranks
@sofuckinsuave.bsky.socialtrue, and certainly some invention, but it feels overlong and, despite evidence of a larger budget than many such films, fundamentally unmemorable.
(archived reviews can be found on Facebook by searching Through A Glass Snarkly)
@sofuckinsuave.bsky.socialto advance the story. So ultimately you end up with lots of people running about screaming, some infected that looks like they’ve escaped from a horror-themed bukkake party, a lot of soap-opera standard acting and, barring the central gimmick, not much else. There are some anxious moments it’s...