Reviews
Overview
An aging, but still lovely woman in New York shoots her last shot and misses. Death is fingered as the last romantic. The devil dies of fantastic, horrible boredom. God toys with atheism, and is disappointed. Memory, desire, love, hate, life and death, reality and illusion incredibly fucked up and entangled. How an awful angel of death bites our respective clits and cops our respective heads accordingly and how he makes is bleed and how we like it and ask for more and how he gives us more and how he fucks us in our poor asses just as we bend over to pick up the Jew-Fat soap bar of love, and how we shriek and squeal and the feathers fall like blacksnow, and how he calls it love and how we believe him, and how it all turns out to be too true." Canyon Cinema Catalog #2
