Synopsis
In the year 2700, a comic book artist encounters a mysterious alien while seeking revenge against the pyromaniac who burned down her printing presses.
In the year 2700, a comic book artist encounters a mysterious alien while seeking revenge against the pyromaniac who burned down her printing presses.
赤耳殺機, 灰烬中被烧毁的耳朵
Half cyberpunk science-fictioner, half queer drama, all experimental awesomeness. This Austrian underground movie could be seen as a companion piece to something like Decoder or Liquid Sky. It is very structureless and unconventional.
Wild!
One of the things I like about searching for older queer media is how they have to form and mold their own language in order to express forms of queerness that hadn't been given name yet. They don't feel shackled by the burden of respectability politics of a lot of modern gay media where the queer experience is sanded down and neatly falls into every politically correct box (#woke). A good example would be the short film I watched yesterday, Jeremiah, a film so boring in its theme, concept, and execution that the film practically peters out by the end. Flaming Ears by comparison is a queer utopia with its stop-motion pop art, miniature landscapes, and every character existing outside of the gender binary. The film is scatterbrained and incomprehensible for most of it's runtime, but the way it chooses to explore its ideas speak to me on an aesthetic level that most films don't.
A tale of revenge in a nocturnal, future cityscape, filmed in saturated, claustrophobic Super 8. The script is all-pervasive nihilistic doom, but there's a leathery sensuality lurking in the paranoid anarchy. With bizarre stop-action and a dense construction, it teases coherence, only rarely surfacing.
As a gay man, I have struggled my whole life to understand my lesbian sisters and this film set me back at least twelve years
In the city of Ashe, year 2700, an underground cartoonist gazes out into the rain (urinating storm giants revealed in a painting), while one of her creations (associates?) plunges through a stop-motion expressionist tableaux, humps a desk, and burns the whole place down. Meanwhile, out on the streets of the night city, someone in a red vinyl bodysuit has an arm blown off by a flame-spewing possum. This is pure DIY shoestring invention in queer sci-fi and every particular scene is a wonderful mess of hyper-artificial design, elaborate miniature cityscapes, shamelessly rudimentary animation effects, homemade superhero / club kid costuming, gender non-binaries, vague genre plot references, and harsh single-source lighting. Taken together, it runs a bit towards exhausting incoherency, none…
disarmingly strange, horny, DIY queer sci-fi that feels like the spawn of Lizzie Borden and Stephen Sayadian, utilizing handheld cameras, collage, stop motion animation and plenty of bare skin to showcase a rather bleak (but surprisingly humorous) future -- Blade Runner by way of Daisies
If lesbian heaven is “The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant,” this film is pure, piss-soaked hell 🔥 It’s messy. Sexual. Kinky. Dirty. Crunchy. Cold. It’s as slapdash and seminal as “Flaming Creatures” for its queer women. It’s grotesquely beautiful yet incomprehensible. It’s the scrambled writings on a restroom stall.
That being said, the style doesn’t come together into something as triumphant as the queer German musical, “City of Lost Souls.” Or if we look beyond, it’s not as compelling as “Liquid Sky.” It doesn’t have to be as campy as “Vegas in Space,” but there’s more of a sense of wonder there that’s missing here. Or if I dare look at straight people movies, “Sixteen Tongues” does a lot more…
How to create this movie:
-Take a weimar era film (preferably between 1919 and 1922)
-Piss and sweat on top of it
-Throw a moldy towel on top of it
-Throw a used sponge on top of the towel
-Spit on the sponge
-Put it all into a box
-Leave it in the dark for 3 weeks
-Come out as lesbian
-Move into a student union and have an Elaine lookalike gf
-Buy a gimp outfit
-Make a carboard man
-Forget you left the movie in the box
-Uncover it after 5 months
You should have Flaming Ears (1992) now
"Imagine the film that J.G. Ballard might have made if he'd been born an Austrian dyke."
B. Ruby Rich San Francisco Weekly
Sure it barely makes sense if you're trying to follow things like "plot" but why not just vibe with some kinky future dykes, ya know?
Full review coming soooon