If it isn’t already completely obvious by my favorite films list, mechanized technological alienation is basically the cornerstone of my entire artistic interest.
Boo-hoo the rich people are sad. There is a specific type of sadness that very few artist touch or even are capable or interested in touching in the first place. A suffocating wrongness that fills your body like an unbearably stuffy taxicab. A violent destructive barrage that is completely invisible. A pain on the tip of your tongue that’s sharp yet just when you think you’re ready to describe flies from your mind and you continue your day.
Red desert displays a sort of politicized depression, not one caused by personal hardships or tragedies, but by the increasingly unrecognizable world that surrounds you. There seems no one to directly blame for the suffering yet it is indistinguishably there and unquestionably someone’s fault.
Red desert really goes far and beyond the standard capitalist critique and looks into a spiraling ouroboros of environment effecting mind and mind effecting environment. Red Desert displays this automated self reinforcing depression That truly gets to the heart of why this brand of sadness in this exponentially in increasing techno capitalist present and future is so deeply horrifying.
The landscape ever unrecognizable. The pattern, more complicated.
If it isn’t already completely obvious by my favorite films list, mechanized technological alienation is basically the cornerstone of my entire artistic interest.
Boo-hoo the rich people are sad. There is a specific type of sadness that very few artist touch or even are capable or interested in touching in the first place. A suffocating wrongness that fills your body like an unbearably stuffy taxicab. A violent destructive barrage that is completely invisible. A pain on the tip of your tongue that’s sharp yet just when you think you’re ready to describe flies from your mind and you continue your day.
Red desert displays a sort of politicized depression, not one caused by personal hardships or tragedies, but by the increasingly unrecognizable world that surrounds you. There seems no one to directly blame for the suffering yet it is indistinguishably there and unquestionably someone’s fault.
Red desert really goes far and beyond the standard capitalist critique and looks into a spiraling ouroboros of environment effecting mind and mind effecting environment. Red Desert displays this automated self reinforcing depression That truly gets to the heart of why this brand of sadness in this exponentially in increasing techno capitalist present and future is so deeply horrifying.
The landscape ever unrecognizable. The pattern, more complicated.
