feeling in attention. engaging in steady and focused pace. the layering, detail shots, and timing really put the viewer in the position of thoughtfully considering collage. i’m especially struck by the movement of young bodies, and news segments edited into sims rooms. though everywhere in the film, the contrast between first person participation in indigenous life and the third person digital observation of indigenous activists is the clearest example of the film’s invocation to pay attention to the land, its…

incredible. a biting film-on-films, birdemic is a feature porno without any of the porn.

birdemic forces us to confront filmic suspension of reality in every moment. i’m left wondering—why did they dub only ten lines? why do eagles make seagull calls? why is the prosthetic makeup of disproportionately high quality in comparison to every single other aspect of the film? do i walk like rod? in so openly rendering the stitching of the film, the audience is made conscious of…

a masterful work of feminist cinema. required watching. 

this film makes the necessity of feminist coalition undeniably clear. all women are made the object of man, quite literally in this film’s frankenstein’s monster. yet this monster isn’t shelley’s melodramatic exile—frankenhooker’s path is one of vengeance, of triumph, that calls us to action. to see the enmeshment and extent of misogyny in the men who perpetuate systems of exploitation, and the power that can be found in collective resistance. 

(light spoilers…

the perfect american capitalist christmas comedy. it’s got it all. consumerist violence, male competition over both women and a commodity (think abt that parallel), a franchise monopoly, and martial arts black market santas. it is through incompetence that the protagonist succeeds; in a film that needs the father to prevail, it is only happy accidents that allow him to—and even so, the supposedly triumphant ending scene is still a bifurcation of father and son as the hero is whisked away, always…