Damn, don't you wish you and your fucked-up friends weren't ruined by self-importance bred from the internet lifestyle, and you could all chill your asses out about being so "busy" with your own "projects" so you could all make a proper film goddammit? Watching stuff like Whatever Happened to Susan Jane, in which a housewife gets fed up with her aprons and casseroles and heads for the chicks-with-dicks freaky glitter scene in San Francisco where everyone says ridiculous overdramatic shit and gets away with it makes us yearn with a hunger deeper than the pit of an exiled hyena's stomach on its deathbed to be saved from the shackles of schedules and hi-res screens. It was shot in the early-1980s, that time period when everyone looked amazing and caught STDs from garbage cans and never know or cared, they just died. Click below for some snips.
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Damn, don't you wish you and your fucked-up friends weren't ruined by self-importance bred from the internet lifestyle, and you could all chill your asses out about being so "busy" with your own "projects" so you could all make a proper film goddammit? Watching stuff like Whatever Happened to Susan Jane, in which a housewife gets fed up with her aprons and casseroles and heads for the chicks-with-dicks freaky glitter scene in San Francisco where everyone says ridiculous overdramatic shit and gets away with it makes us yearn with a hunger deeper than the pit of an exiled hyena's stomach on its deathbed to be saved from the shackles of schedules and hi-res screens. It was shot in the early-1980s, that time period when everyone looked amazing and caught STDs from garbage cans and never know or cared, they just died. Click below for some snips.
