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i can’t review things for shit, honestly

(But I’m going to try, anyway.)

I just finished watching this just now, and all I can say is, well… holy fuck. This is, by far, one of the most disturbing and downright deranged movies I’ve ever seen. And, you know what?

I love it.

It is, of course definitely for only a select few individuals.

The plot, or whatever this movie has as a lame excuse for it, makes very nearly no sense. If/once you do make sense of it, though, you realise it’s really nothing special at all (and is, by most standards, pretty crap).

But, for me, it’s not about the plot. It’s about everything else:

The proto-industrial, Einstürzende Neubauten-meets-Skinny Puppy-meets-very nearly every other industrial act of the late ’70s/early ’80s soundtrack;

The rhythmic, oftentimes hyper (“hyperkinetic,” to borrow the quote on the Tartan Asia DVD release) and very stylized camerawork;

The visual aesthetic, which, in its biomechanical, techno-organic (hooray for sounding like some sort of pretentious cyberpunk reviewer!) meeting of flesh and metal (and rust) not only recalls the terrors of H.R. Giger, but even, in admittedly what may be a slight stretch, Fritz Lang’s seminal “Metropolis,” and

The acting, which very nearly reaches pantomime levels but manages to avoid crossing that particular threshold, which, again, smacks of “Metropolis” and many of its’ contemporaries.

This is more than just a movie, to me. It’s… well, it’s art. No, it’s not art from a pure filmmaking perspective, but it is, to me, art on a visceral level… the combination of biomechanical horror, rhythmic camerawork, stomach-churning closeups of flesh, metal and rust, accompanied by that pounding, grating, harsh, almost Industrial soundtrack hammering on in the background, supporting the visuals wonderfully and adding even more to the already discomforting, disorientating visual spectacle unfolding on-screen.

If that’s not art, I don’t know what is.

It’s, to use a lame example, the visual equivalent of an early Einstürzende Neubauten concert. Or perhaps a New Blockaders album. Or both. At the same time.

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