Satan's Rhapsody

she didnt need youth, maybe im a feminist

she didnt need youth, maybe im a feminist

Can’t believe this banger is 109 years old

Can’t believe this banger is 109 years old

I reeeeaaaaally need to get more into italian culture in general. Damn, italian art, poetry, lyricism and connection to the human soul has proven to be unmatched. Sorry, France.

Also, I want to dedicate this review as an epitaph to cinema as an artform, given recent events (Netflix buying Warner Bros, just the nth death of cinema). The use of colors not just as mere aesthetic fetish but as a means of genuine expression, theatricality in body movements, everything permeating lust, youth, love and deception... basically none of that can be allowed in modern culture, just mere shadows here and there. Everything must be completely pasteurized for safe comsuption instead of making our brains think and our hearts feel. The recent death blow to cinema takes us a step closer to a brave new world. Orgy porgy!

I reeeeaaaaally need to get more into italian culture in general. Damn, italian art, poetry, lyricism and connection to the human soul has proven to be unmatched. Sorry, France.

Also, I want to dedicate this review as an epitaph to cinema as an artform, given recent events (Netflix buying Warner Bros, just the nth death of cinema). The use of colors not just as mere aesthetic fetish but as a means of genuine expression, theatricality in body movements, everything permeating lust, youth, love and deception... basically none of that can be allowed in modern culture, just mere shadows here and there. Everything must be completely pasteurized for safe comsuption instead of making our brains think and our hearts feel. The recent death blow to cinema takes us a step closer to a brave new world. Orgy porgy!

This diva.

This diva.

Hooptober 12 8/31

Feels like someone put guilt, temptation, and 1910s glamour into a blender and called it cinema. It’s operatic in the best way — every emotion is dialed up to cosmic levels, and Lyda Borelli moves like she’s summoning spirits with her hands.

The visuals are drenched in that haunting, pre-expressionist mood — part dream, part nightmare, all perfectly overacted. The devil shows up, chaos follows, and suddenly everyone’s gazing longingly into the abyss like it owes them money.

It drifts, sure, but it’s so hypnotic you almost don’t care. A relic from another world — slow, strange, and kind of glorious.

Hooptober 12 8/31

Feels like someone put guilt, temptation, and 1910s glamour into a blender and called it cinema. It’s operatic in the best way — every emotion is dialed up to cosmic levels, and Lyda Borelli moves like she’s summoning spirits with her hands.

The visuals are drenched in that haunting, pre-expressionist mood — part dream, part nightmare, all perfectly overacted. The devil shows up, chaos follows, and suddenly everyone’s gazing longingly into the abyss like it owes them money.

It drifts, sure, but it’s so hypnotic you almost don’t care. A relic from another world — slow, strange, and kind of glorious.