Knives and Skin

get the f out of here

an attempt to reclaim or rearrange the old tropes and songs which at its worst can be as self-consciously performative and provocative as your everyday feminist student film (vaginal imagery abounds), but lord knows i can't resist a damaged distaff twin peaks (or river's edge, according to reeder, which i desperately need to see for that soundtrack alone) deathdream of dissolves and synths and wild costumes that looks like it was lit entirely by lava lamps.

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Seemed to please the young crowd I saw it with, but it was not for me.