Self-destructing renditions of life and death on video: The Devil’s Bloody Playthings (2005)

    Well, I saw a man walking on the water, walkin’
    Coming right at me from the other side
    Calling out my name
    And, “Do not be afraid, now!”
    Feet begin to run, run, run
    Pounding in my brain

    (Richard Hell & the Voidoids – Walking on the Water)

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Leben, Lachen, Laufen und Kohle – The Molly Maguires (1970)

    O what can you give me?
    Say the sad bells of Rhymney.

    Is there hope for the future?
    Cry the brown bells of Merthyr.

    Who made the mineowner?
    Say the black bells of Rhondda.

    And who robbed the miner?
    Cry the grim bells of Blaina.

    (Idris Davies – Gwalia Deserta XV)

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Midnight Confessions #05: The Pink Ladies (1979)

    You’re a kid Casanova, you’re no Joseph
    It’s a labor of love fucking yourself to death
    Orgasm addict, you’re an orgasm addict

    (Buzzcocks – Orgasm Addict)

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100 deutsche Lieblingsfilme #72: Phantasmagoria (2017)

    Und die Möwen, froh und heiter,
    kleckern öfter was auf’s Deck,
    doch der Moses nimmt den Schrubber
    und fegt alles wieder weg.
    Holahi, holaho, holahia, hia, hia, holaho!

    (Eine Seefahrt, die ist lustig – deutsches Volkslied)

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Auch im Mann steckt bloß ein großes Kind: Oriental Baby Sitter (1977)

    My girl babysits for someone on her block
    Then I come up to join her and we start to rock
    The baby hears the beat and man it is a shock
    When he goes ‘Ggggg-gggg’

    (Buzz Clifford – Baby Sittin’ Boogie)

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Fragmentfischen im Naturtrüben: Dear Dead Delilah (1972)

    Es ist schon die Axt den Bäumen an die Wurzel gelegt. Darum, welcher Baum nicht gute Frucht bringt, wird abgehauen und ins Feuer geworfen.

    (Matthaeus 3:10)

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Midnight Confessions #04: Mary! Mary! (1977)

    So if you meet me
    Have some courtesy
    Have some sympathy, and some taste
    Use all your well-learned politesse
    Or I’ll lay your soul to waste, mm yeah

    (The Rolling Stones – Sympathy for the Devil)

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Die große Nutzlosigkeit und die Natur der Dinge – The Mechanic (1972)

„Wenn du dich konzentrierst und in Trance gerätst; wenn du in Meditation sitzt und deine Aufmerksamkeit auf ein Objekt richtest; wenn du deinen Geist in Gewahrsein und Betrachtung ruhen läßt und den Weg wie eine mechanische Puppe praktizierst – wann wirst du da je dein Ziel erreichen?“
(Baozhi, Die Natur der Dinge[1])
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‘The pain of being a woman is too severe!’ – The films of Roberta Findlay: Fantasex (1976)

    Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
    Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality

    (Queen – Bohemian Rhapsody)

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The typography of bidding farewell: Buddies (1985)

“Buddies” – the cinematic swan song of noted gay pornographer Arthur J. Bressan Jr. – is a highly unusual film, less as a result of the obvious expectations evoked by a small scale and utterly devoid of explicit sex chamber piece between just two characters of importance, more because of its striking insistence to structure a visual narrative entirely around its main character’s chosen profession. David Bennett (David Schachter) is a timid young typesetter through a voluntary programme assigned as buddy to formerly outspoken gay rights activist Robert Willow (Geoff Edholm), a man inescapably and quite miserably dying from AIDS in the dull confines of his hospital bed. Both men slowly grow accustomed to each other, share sometimes heated, sometimes aperitive discourses on coming out, the pitfalls of publishing ardently anti-gay voices’ epistles first, then a good laugh watching old holiday videos and lastly the scant intimate moments their surroundings and Robert’s illness permit. Hardly a minute of film is lacking either man’s presence and yet almost everything we see stems directly from the eyes of David, or rather his hands – for they create what we absorb. Stories of last breaths sighed in the shadows, of individuals turned into mere numbers by the frightening grip of a cold, non-selective pandemic defying any try at emotional apprehension. Weiterlesen…