Necrocity, a city of nightly terrors and a place where even the authorities seem to reinforce this state of mayhem, as a way to impose cruel laws and the use of police brutality with ...
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"Chronicles of the Present Times" - An experimental trilogy comprising 'Visa De Censure No.X', 'Livre De Famille' and 'Anima Mundi'. New Old flows together footage from more than a decade ... See full summary »
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Pier Paolo Pasolini
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João César Monteiro
Philip J. Spinelli,
Manuela de Freitas
Another planet in the period of medieval times. An employee of the institute of experimental history from Earth, who is send under the name of noble don Rumata of Estor as a spy with a ... See full summary »
A series of intimate diaries, starting from daily encounters. We experience Bulle Ogier and Viva, Nico and Tina Aumont, Philippe Garrel and Udo Kier, a performance by Béjart, a piece by ... See full summary »
Marie-Laure de Noailles,
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Necrocity, a city of nightly terrors and a place where even the authorities seem to reinforce this state of mayhem, as a way to impose cruel laws and the use of police brutality with efficiency. While most of the underground citizens are only concerned about pleasures, drinking, using drugs, partying hard and all, a huge load of heroin has gone missing, and that's another indicative that a terrible crime wave is on the rise.Written by
It all happened once upon a time in Necrocity. Trippy dystopia of drugs: "I fray vein by vein above a sky of absence, led by inertia." Empire of dark sex: "His eager fingers look for the slot of her vagina among the dead fish. Clouds of sperms armed with Corona beer and rocket launchers. Fire now." Kingdom of death: "I then understood that sex was only an excuse, a stepping-stone to death. I felt nothing, while taking her into my arms. I turned out to be a killing machine." And anarchy is the only law. In the Shadow of the Blue Rascal is too inconsequential and too illogical and its only merit is a rather experimental and jittery visualization.
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