Filmmaker (LAST SUMMER, shorts, and forthcoming things)

Two films into Hitchcock summer, and I’m already done with movies about people who apparently just don’t have to work. Anyways, it’s obviously great. Five stars for Lost Highway and La Captive. Also, I think I realized that The Birds is my favorite Hitchcock because I align with the birds.
Over here ing the good ol’ days when being a queer artist meant living in a technicolor fantasy land and crying about inevitable solitude while listening to opera in your well-decorated bedroom. Kids these days don’t know what they’re missing, amirite?
Catholic eroticism, heavy handed symbolism, aestheticized body worship, whispers of gothic poetry, the aging woman as bitter queen — what more could you want?
A neurotic hallucination, absolutely one of the most mesmerizing things I’ve ever seen.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
So mesmerizingly stupid, so embarrassingly lacking in self-awareness, so shamelessly derivative and recycled, I think it might be a goddamn masterpiece.
It is astounding in both its ambition and total incompetence. Not a single conflict is reasonable, and the mere words “family,” “war,” and “enemy” are enough to have everyone jumping around and hissing like drunk frat boys. It’s a 3-D movie about 1-D people for a 1-D audience.
Highlights:
1. “The shame of being useless” (I almost fell out…