Successive Slidings of Pleasure

It's not about one shot or one scene, not even about one motif, one line: it is the seriality of a given quantity of film objects, equally overloaded with meaning as they are hollowed out by becoming mere soulless toys for sequential combinatory, which gives true meaning to the movement of film and cinematic montage, albeit somewhat hypertrophied in terms of suppressing these objects in favor of the structure through which they are generated. This does not exclude, but rather requires, these objects to shine in their senseless material beauty after being seemingly degraded to the role of mere material for a formal game of collisions, dissections, groupings, and rearrangements, driven by the unfolding movement of creative screenwriting predestination, giving rise to an unbounded multitude of other combinations in the viewer, from which the conventional commercial viewer traditionally gets dizzy. This is because it would be their true degradation to restrain them through the chaining of conventional linearity, where narrative objects obediently embody the servants of the plot, which rapes them of their own autonomy - as well as the potential to be unique and embodied in all others at the same moment because, according to the ruling artistic ideology, their appearance and meaning must only be an illustration of this plot. (06/10/2022)

A lot of nudity in titillating compositions that do not lead to any sex scenes. Successive Slidings is just a jumble of almost dreamlike scenes, whose meaning viewers have to figure out for themselves in the context of the plot. I didn’t much enjoy that, as I found it rather boring instead. (22/05/2021)