Friday, January 04, 2013

This year, the circuit shorts.

My idea of a menage å trois | Torture Porn
Hostel | Hostel II | Hostel III

Which is the scariest version? HOSTEL IV. The one I'm going to write... all you pretty boys and circuit queens...get your GOLDEN PASS tickets for ALL the parties now. Don't forget, they are limited in edition.

Thursday, January 03, 2013

Ashes to ashes...

The vet just called. 

My dear Brutus Maximus is back, 

cremated, in a box,

measuring 5" x 4" x 3". 







The Vault | South Beach T-Dance
Don't ask my mood...

Tuesday, January 01, 2013

The Vault | 2007
3 Greyhounds [Commission]

Brutus Maximus | August 2007
Photograph by Shamus Ian Fatzinger

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2012 in Review | A Bit of Paradise
Marche Properties | Italia

Does one need another reason to pull up their American roots and move to Italy? A slice of heaven that is MARCHEPROPERTIES is reason enough for me.

Sunflowers. Wow.

Born this day in 1946 | Patti Smith
Photograph by Robert Mapplethorpe 1977

Born this day in 1937 | Anthony Hopkins

You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. 

Good nutrition's given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you, Agent Starling? And that accent you've tried so desperately to shed: pure West Virginia. 

What is your father, dear? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamp? You know how quickly the boys found you... all those tedious sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars... 

while you could only dream of getting out... 

getting anywhere... 

getting all the way to the F. B. I.

2012 in Review | Best Male Photographer
David Vance | Miami

2012 in Review | Best Musical Artist


2012 in Review | Best Movie
[Theatrical Release]
The Cabin in the Woods

I didn't know whether to scream or laugh, 
so I did both!

2012 in Review | Best Indie Film
INK by Jamie Winans

2012 in Review | Torture Porn
Best Sequel | Straight to Video
Hostel III [Sin City]

Do you feel lucky?

2012 in Review | Most Vile Movie – EVER!



Cinematic taboos are a part of the film language. They can be harsh. They can be unrepentant. They ebb and flow depending on societal changes -- and sometimes become a mockery of themselves. Taboos are broken regularly, yet a select few cinematic outings go further than just, say, killing a dog when every other movie wouldn't dare. There are movies that set out to shock and go so far as to make the viewer marinate in their murk. In every way, A Serbian Film is one of those films. If the movie had a smaller budget, no one would bother with it. The fact that the A Serbian Film was competently made speaks volumes as to why festivals took note of it, helping it to gain notoriety in the process. It is a complex tale of perversion that speaks of art, taste, and taboos in general. The film and its characters know how forbidden this material is -- and they confront it head-on. If you've heard of where the story takes the viewer, know that its explicitness ranges from incredibly graphic to implied in the most sober of manners -- which as it turns out, is both a blessing and a curse. To understand the above, viewers must know a bit of what they are in for with A Serbian Film. In it, a famous European sex star is given the opportunity to set his family up for life by appearing in a new porno whose secrecy is so tight that even he doesn't know what the plot is actually about. Once involved, he's privy to a secret world that gets its kicks from highly outlawed material. Soon, the man finds himself locked in a fever dream of aberration, where he himself will unknowingly break down the walls of decency all in the name of "art." These are the tall-tale nightmares that are whispered of -- and, if heard, are righteously purged from most memory banks soon after they are uttered. And what is art? One would have a hard time discussing A Serbian Film at length without bringing up that question. Not only does the picture take on that unanswerable issue, but its audience members are forced to reconcile their own feelings on the matter soon after watching it. The answer eventually lies with the viewer -- those most used to exploitation fare will do the best with the material. Again, it does help that there's a certain style to the piece -- which, if anything, actually cuts the shock value a bit since it's impossible not to forget that you are watching a piece of fiction. Not that the film needed faux-documentary shaky cam, but when one deliberately edits a film in a nonlinear fashion and fills it with over-the-top absurdity, that lends artificiality to the proceedings. That may well be a good thing. For as horrible as it is, there's never a moment that can be mistaken as reality. At its heart is a story -- a bleak story. One filled with heartbreak amidst unimaginable horror. It is nearly a film for no one. Many will argue it shouldn't have been made -- that those taboo boundaries should never be crossed. Yet its gonzo violence will undoubtedly speak to small pockets of purveyors of tasteless drive-in fare entertainment. A Serbian Film exists, awaiting the next taboo-breaker to take its place. It might have a world gunning for it, but it did what it set out to do. Right or wrong, terrible or just, muddled politics or not, it exists -- we can only hope its subject matter does not. 

~ Jeremy Wheeler, Rovi

2012 in Review
Apple's Best Genius!

Monday, December 31, 2012