Elizabeth Seychell25 February 2018
Amidst this year’s seemingly endless cycle of bad news, there are moments when quite simply, it all gets a bit much. The need for pure, unadulterated comfort strikes, and it’s moments like these when I slip into my pyjamas, pull up the covers, and type into Netflix the very key to instant, delicious escapism…
How funny can a show about sex work be? Well, if you’re Bella Green, incredibly.
Next to the congealed broth and pallid sandwiches, those fluorescent peaches look sickly. The sliced chunks float ominously in radioactive syrup. They remind me of the liquids by your bedside, the chemicals coursing through your veins. You haven’t bothered peeling the cup’s lid. Your limbs are now fastened to the side of your bed, held hostage by the weight of your gown. I stare at the glowing cup. It wasn’t always like this.
The School of Life has hosted a variety of colourful speakers, but possibly none as bedazzled as Missouri-born cultural critic, academic and DJ, Madison Moore.
Overall, Disgust is not a production that claims to provide clearly defined answers or a neatly wrapped-up conclusion—an approach that whilst possibly alienating to certain viewers, at least makes for an interesting discussion of just what exactly was going on in Moritz’s production once you’re actually out of the theatre.
“Br-brain of hers. She lu-lusts after me, lu-lusts after the unknown, the unreal, the deviant older woman. She’s stuck here in her job, in this town, but now she’s stuck here with—”
At a festival celebrating the creative contributions of women within the film industry, Love Serenade stands as a landmark due to its all-female creative team.
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