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RED(ISH) IS THE COLOR: ON PINKU EIGA (FIRST WAVE) AND MARXISM

By José Sarmiento Hinojosa

Linking Marx with Japanese soft-core pornography may be a long stretch, enclosed in a single framed space of mind, where class social revolts have nothing to do with the human experience of sexuality. But there was a point of intersection between Marx’s ideas and the socialist feminist discussions of the era, and the further exploration of sexuality by obscure Pinku Eiga filmmakers, an equivalent of the American sexploitation film genre, which was in itself a response to decades of repression: The uncovered flesh as an analogy of class uprising. If Marx himself never explained per se the concepts of sexual alienation, he was clear on what “exploitation of the capitalist society” was, and how it operated in the sexual lives and attitudes of people.

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PANORAMA: JIVE BY STEVE COSSMAN

By Sarah Nichols

With Jive, Steve Cossman takes an ordinary photograph (according to the information on vimeo, it was found, and so wasn’t a family memento) of a girl sitting in a chair in what looks to be a basement, and proceeds to jam the brain’s frequencies. A carpet begins to look like a lost television channel, full of dirty snow.

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PANORAMA: FOGO BY YULENE OLAIZOLA

By Wiwat Lertwiwatwongsa

A grey path leads to nothing but a tilted, half-collapsed house on waste ground. Everything is grey and cold. Police arrive, advising the residents to leave by the last ferry, but there’s no answer from within.

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EL CANT DELS OCELLS DE ALBERT SERRA

By Claudia Siefen

Maybe you are familiar to the story of the Three Wise men Caspar, Melchior and Balthazar walking their long enfeebling path surching for the little child, supposed to be the savior and king of the world? Well, and maybe sometimes you asked yourself what has happen during that journey. What did they talk about, the three guys, what did they eat and where did they hang out. Have they ever been bored and have they ever thought …

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LOVE EATS THE SOUL: JAN PHILIPPE CARPIO’S HILO AND BALAY DAKU

per: Narda Liotine

Uno dei modi migliori per indagare le relazioni interpersonali è analizzare i pasti. Evitando quelli solitari, frugali e scomposti, preferiamo quelli affollati e i tête-à-tête. Il regista surrealista ceco Jan Svankmajer -dal seminale Dimensioni del dialogo (Možnosti dialogu, 1982) passando per il più recente Meat Love (1989) – ci insegna che consumare un pasto in compagnia può portare a scontri e contrasti. Nella sua riflessione artistica i tavoli da pranzo e le stoviglie sono creati per generare tanto l’armonia quanto il caos, ritenendo il primo come una possibile conseguenza del secondo.

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HORROR HOSPITAL BY ANTHONY BALCH

By John A. Riley

I’ve been captivated by cinema since I saw Superman split into his constituent good and evil parts to do battle in a junkyard. Growing up, I devoured anything I could, from blockbusters to Hammer Horror, to Welles and Hitchcock. As a university student, I was exposed to world cinema and the avant-garde too. But it wasn’t an academy-endorsed masterpiece that made the biggest impression on me; it was a chance encounter in the bargain bin of a cash and carry that resulted in me seeing a VHS of Horror Hospital.

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WHAT HAPPENED WAS…BY TOM NOONAM

By Jan Philippe V. Carpio

Perhaps in no other art form (and other art forms may disagree with this) do cinema’s practitioners constantly choose (and it is a seldom choice) to wage war with the tyranny of audience expectations. To perpetuate the tyranny of the regime, audiences usually possess five (of many) insidious weapons – immaturity, indifference, arrogance, laziness, distraction – which cinema’s practitioners engage with experience, involvement, humility, dedication, focus. These perpetual wars seem to stem from practitioners and audiences differing perceptions of cinema and its uses. And it is here, on one of the many battlefields of perceptions, where Tom Noonan’s What Happened Was … wages its delicate and covert war.

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