Saturday October 8 and Saturday October 15, 10 pm at Spectacle: $5
I trust that most of us here can agree that far too many films about sex and relationships are heteronormative, replete with sexist tropes, gender binarism, the male perspective, and/or female archetypes that are just godawful and tend to make those of us with brains in our heads question whether we are just totally insane for feeling zero identification with these boring storylines and banal characters. So we either play along, grumble and complain, laugh darkly, develop a self-depleting tick like methodically tearing out each and every hair on our heads, or avoid any sort of TV/film portrayals of romance and relationshits as if they were a postulating butt rash.
And so, there’s something about filmmaker/artist Kat Hunt’s What’s Revenge? that sounds very, very appealing indeed. Spectacle, which is hosting the premiere this weekend, describes the film as one that combines “’70s pulp revenge cinema to address the problems and pitfalls of relationships in the modern age.” At this point, we’re willing to try anything new, and since this involves modern love from a feminist payback perspective, we’re legit running to the screening as fast as we can.
Advance tickets are already sold out, so be sure to get there early if you wanna swipe one of those limited door passes.
Change Itself – An Art Apart
Friday October 7, 9 pm at Spectacle: $5
If you’re not totally turned off by the droney voiceover, be sure to catch another installment of An Art Apart, a series of docs that take a cerebral, in-depth approach to various game-changing artists and their work, including Kenneth Anger and Gustaf Broms.
Change Itself is dedicated to Genesis P-Orridge, who the director rightfully describes as an artist whose work is all-encompassing: “Everything is both work as such and seed for cultural and behavioral change.”
S/he’s best-known as the pioneering founder of Industrial music and bands like Throbbing Gristle and Psychic TV, but P-orridge is also an avant-garde artist, occultist, and world traveler. I can tell you from my own experience s/he’s an incredible storyteller with a massive trove of insane memories, ghost stories, and serendipitous occurrences, the kind of stuff that will only happen to someone who, first of all, has a buttload of manic energy, and most importantly the kind of person who pays attention to what the universe has made possible for h/er. I mean, who else takes off for Tibet after a mysterious monk advises h/er vaguely to go there and basically wait and see what happens? All of this makes her the perfect documentary film subject.
This particular effort has a sort of retrospective/look-back vibe, which might be a great introductory Genesis P-Orridge 101 thing for your pals who aren’t hip to h/er, and also a way for longtime fans to take a step back and look at h/er life’s work as a whole.
Friday October 7 through Sunday October 9, 12:25 am at IFC Center: $14
There’s no better time than the present to revisit Idiocracy, Mike Judge’s now classic 2006 film set in a dystopian future where the human species has been overrun by fast-producing morons when smart people stop popping em out altogether. In almost every way imaginable, the surreal political/cultural climate, dominated by an ex-pro-wrestler president prone to some serious temper tantrums and “Ow My Balls,” a deeply stupid sorta-variety show on a YouTube-like platform, was a friction’ oracle for these End Times in which we find ourselves.
Like, that Donald Trump tombstone was funny and all, but what it really should have said is RIP We. As in, the “Royal We.” As in, we’re all about to have to make a tough decision. Either you’re gonna stick a knife between your teeth and stand by the Star Spangled Banner to defend her to the death– that means you, all you dudes out there who’ve jumped on the traditional tattoo art bandwagon in recent years and are now proudly/sort of embarrassingly rocking an old-school patriotic sailor tattoo, maybe a busty mermaid clutching the American flag? The rest of us will be on the first Virgin rocket jet to Mars, and likely getting blown into a bazillion pieces in the process. But, you know, it’d be in space.