Fet culture and cinema? I mean, duh, guys, they’re a match made in heaven– er, whichever circle of hell doms and bronies go to. (Dunno about you guys, but that’s where I’m hoping to end up, Lucifer willing). That’s why Cinekink NYC– which clears up any confusion by calling itself “the kinky film festival”– is popping off this week for its 14th year.
Once again, the organization behind the fest (also called Cinekink)– which “encourages and promotes sex-positive and kink-friendly depictions in film and television”– has a superb lineup of sex-posi films. They range from “documentary to drama, camp comedy to artsy experimental, mildy spicy to quite explicit– and everything in between.”
Titillating sexy shorts include the likes of La Petite Mort (a “fairytale about sex, death, and pie”) and Heimat XXX (a witchy little romp through the “awakening of spring” when a “Saturnalia of sweaty bodies is summoned” into “musty oak forests”). At the opposite end of the spectrum are the more educational varietals, filed under a full program called “Kink and Community.” There’s even a Chelsea Hotel-themed erotic film– see the trailer above. We encourage you to check out the full schedule right over here.
Of course it’s all happening at Anthology Film Archives, where else? Get excited– once renovations are complete, at future Cinekinks you’ll be able to wash all that spice down with a refreshment chaser, aka finger food and a tall glass of full-fat milk (which they better frickin’ serve).
Friday March 17 (10 pm), Monday March 20 and Thursday March 30 (7:30 pm) at Spectacle: $5
Spectacle calls this 1982 film a “forgotten gem of Austrian miserablist cinema.” Say no more, The Excluded sounds like a great way to feel somewhat better about our own miserable moment right here in the good ol’ USA.
The title’s clearly referring to Austria’s not-ideal geopolitical place throughout its history. Being in close proximity to Germany– long a center of outsized power in Europe– has meant that Austria has pretty much always been treated like Deutschland Jr. Except that her older brother has some serious issues with his sis down under– while the latter’s mountainous terrain and rural expanse inspire a kinda creepy pastoral romanticism in Germans (some of whom see the Alps as home to Germany’s soul), Austria has been repeatedly, well, excluded from the spoils of industrial, organized, flat and, for a long time, warmongering Germany. Austria was excluded from the German Empire, cut out of lucrative trade deals, sidelined in border negotiations, annexed, and essentially either colonized, exploited, or cut off by its northern neighbor.
All of which is bound to make for some bizarro psychological complexes, especially during times of crisis. It’s worth pointing out the parallels between Austria’s relationship with Germany, and that of Ukraine and Russia. Even in name, both countries are subordinates of their large and looming neighbors: Ukraine literally translates to “the outskirts, whereas Austria, aka Österreich, means “eastern borderland.”
The bitty mountain country’s one great leg-up? Vienna, a treasure trove of culture and freaky-deaky bohemian livin’. Well, not everyone had access to the privileges of white bourgeois society– director Franz Novotny was also part of the “urban underclass” and consequently felt an especially heavy version of the post-World War II malaise, which was already bad enough. I mean jeez, if you thought you hated your parents, um, imagine if your parents were actual Nazis. Hence Novotny went ahead and made The Excluded, which Spectacle calls “a cynical portrait of Austria’s doomed, post-war youth, whose undirected political energy ultimately finds a conclusion with an explosion of meaningless violence.” Neato!
The Works: Chloë Sevigny
Saturday April 1 through Saturday May 6 at Nitehawk: $11
Ok, so this one’s a little far off, but it’s important to let you know because a) it’s probably, definitely gonna sell out real quick, and b) the screening will be held during the week of my annual celebration of birth– so in case you, beloved readers, are wondering what to buy me, tickets to this are definitely on my very extensive wish list. Because that’s how this relationship works now, right? (Something tells me Kellyanne Conway would have something to say about this.)
Just kidding, I’d never accept crazy things from randos! And neither would Chloë Sevigny, I would imagine–” the reigning queen of independent cinema” is way too friggin’ cool for such nonsense. Maybe she has some quirky rule though, like, allowing only pastel-hued hand-drawn portraits of herself sent via snail mail by her fans. That’s just the kind of creepy/chill balance Ms. Sevigny is known for. Her popularity only seems to have grown since the ’90 when she was the It Girl in Chief– which is an unusual feat to begin with since so few women make it in the movie biz past the age of 22 years and 6 months before they’re handed a pink slip that reads “get a facelift or GTFO.” Sevigny has maintained her selectiveness, only taking parts that are, well, actually good.
That’s why The Works: Chloë Sevigny, a month-long series at Nitehawk dedicated to her acting output, is so full of greatness. As well as some lesser knowns like Trees Lounge, Steve Buscemi’s 1996 directorial debut that kicks off the series. He stars as “a man going through a life crisis that he just can’t put his finger on” and Sevigny plays the guy’s 17-year-old girlfriend. Yikes, perhaps? Well, Nitehawk writes that the movie proved Sevigny’s “unmissable talent and charm.”
Be sure to catch Boys Don’t Cry, also The Last Days of Disco, and of course Kids is not to be missed. And for super fans, Sevigny will be making a few personal appearances throughout the fest– just please promise not to spend the entire time drawing creepy fanfic portraits of Chloë. Please.