I Heart Udo Kier
All hail the miracle of 3D. The rat’s eye view of the housekeeper, giblets dangling through the sewer grate. Then nipples reaching out for you. Who cares if this one can’t act? He’s eugenic. Aryan. Now off to the bordello to slum it with the peasants.
Then it’s cinéma vérité. Hire hustlers to play hustlers Get addicts to play addicts Shoot them shooting up in the bald vein of daylight. The quiver of electrified flesh. Lustrous hair. The choicest flesh selected from the dailies. A film is beasts, edited together. Morrissey makes it look so easy. I could make a film, but better. Just look at you. Your head’s about to wobble off. Can’t your stitches hold for eighty damned minutes?