…presumably some strong reactions are kicking around or festering.
That bizarre Variety story about that Michigan lowlife has me wondering if straight guys are finding Rose Glass’s Love Lies Bleeding provocative on some level.
A friend has called Bleeding (now in its second weekend) “pretty good, like the Greg Araki version of Thelma and Louise, roughly.”
I respected the madhouse aspect, and the fact that it’s hungrily, aggressively sexual. (Which, as previously noted, present-day filmmakers are discouraged from exploring in a heterosexual way**.) Lotsa smooching, slurping, fingering and muff-diving,
Bleeding is like a backwater volcano that spews more and more lava. And it really uncorks the madness during the final third…subversive in a way that I didn’t see coming.
Previously noted: “I flinched a bit when the Glass went in for some light toe-chewing — sorry but the toes in question struck me as too thick and knobby. A voice inside went ‘eeeww, no…too much.'”
** Poor Things doesn’t count.