‘FIGHT IN HEELS’ Hear The Call…SNAAATCH!
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‘FIGHT IN HEELS’ Hear The Call…SNAAATCH!

BY DEMITRI ADDERLEY

The central and compelling theme of FIGHT IN HEELS is the reawakening of the warrior spirit in womankind. So much of modern femininity is wrapped up in primping and accessorizing, makeup tutorials, and sex tips from magazines. Women are encouraged to be docile and soft, even to their own detriment. This film eviscerates that pathos; “You can’t fight in high heels…SNAAAAATCH.”

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“Miscasting, Propaganda, and Psychologically Twisted Violence: A Look at Disturbing Films”
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“Miscasting, Propaganda, and Psychologically Twisted Violence: A Look at Disturbing Films”

BY STEVEN GRAY

My parents didn’t own a television until I was twelve and they limited our viewing time. My mother would say: “You should learn how to entertain yourself.” I didn’t have that many channels but I also didn’t have commercials so it wasn’t bad advice; however, it left me vulnerable whenever I was exposed to someone else’s television. I wasn’t used to how coldblooded it was. I was haunted for months by a TV show I saw at my grandmother’s house: two young men were confronted by a street gang in the 1950s; one ran away, but his friend was beaten to death. When you’re five or six years old that is hard to process.

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SEX AND DEATH AND BAD TRANSLATIONS
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SEX AND DEATH AND BAD TRANSLATIONS

BY STEVEN GRAY

There used to be a video rental store in San Francisco which specialized in Japanese films. This was in the 1980s. I wandered in one afternoon, not planning on renting any tapes but curious what they had. In the back was a section for X-rated films. I started reading the titles and descriptions since the translations were so demented. In going from Japanese to English the words passed through a warp which left them scrambled.

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THE FILMS OF BRUCE CONNER
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THE FILMS OF BRUCE CONNER

BY STEVEN GRAY

I was sitting in a dark room with a few others. On the opposite wall were atom bombs blooming in slow motion. The circle of a shock wave expanded over the water. A split-second expansion. Who bombs the ocean? A cloud of white noise engulfed one destroyer after another. The boats were empty, being obsolete or broken down. They were placed near the explosion to see how much damage it could do. An enormous column of water vapor rose up and spread out at a certain altitude. The mushroom cloud from the bomb that fell on Hiroshima was over 60,000 feet high.

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‘A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night’ Drinking Blood In Oil Country
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‘A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night’ Drinking Blood In Oil Country

BY STEVEN GRAY

One afternoon a long time ago I found myself standing next to a dead body. It was drained of blood. That became clear when someone pulled back the layers of the torso (pre-cut along three sides) and revealed the organs tightly packed together. They looked like clay, lacking the life-giving lubrication of blood. This was after hours in the anatomy lab of a local school. My girlfriend was a student and knew the teaching assistant who let us in. He unwrapped the plastic around two cadavers, male and female. He pulled the dry heart out of the chest of the dead man and held it in the air.

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Wings of Desertion ‘Paris, Texas’
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Wings of Desertion ‘Paris, Texas’

BY STEVEN GRAY

The film was put together half a lifetime ago, its reputation as phantasmagoric as the medium, and yet I didn’t get around to watching it until a few days ago. I’m not sure what held me back. I may be under the influence of unconscious forces that are wary and discerning, when they’re not a little self-destructive. I had an intuition that it would fall flat as the desert. I have spent a lot of time in the desert, but it’s usually the high country with rock formations. I don’t need to flat-line when I’m getting close to the earth.

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