I check my watch, 2:45 pm. I pop two more capsules of Adderall, and a half dropper of liquid psilocybin. It’s an old Special Forces trick I use for long term focus. The kind of focus needed to sit thirty-six hours staring through a scope. The kind of focus needed to kill a man.
*with daft input from The Dictator*
Ladies & Germs!
If’n you loves strange and unusual cinema, do we have a treat for you.
What do bullfights, legendary cartoonist and painter -Robert Williams, Noise artist – Boyd Rice, and a mask clad amputee video star have in common?
Well, my feathered friends, the answer is THIS MAN :
Larry Wessel is not a man to shy away from controversy, the weird, or the taboo. A member of the UNPOP art movement, whose collages have appeared in both Hustler and Answer Me!, his documentaries can shock as they beguile.
Larry was kind enough to chat to us about cinema and his latest project - Eric & Shaye.
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