The piece that was passed made of iron and glass
Left the air in its wake smelling rusted
Then the kid's tiny tongue licked that chunk up and down
Was my little boy totally busted?

When the machine is running, it sounds like Regan being tortured in The Exorcist. The results are grainy and the pasta disintegrates when it hits the water. It is impossible to clean. If Trump makes me drag it out of storage, there's gonna be an OSHA violation involving an egregiously long red tie.

(my kebab order)

It looks fine.

Found an unsubbed version, privately posted it to my YT, downloaded the subs, ran the Danish parts through translation software. Not ideal!

Smokey and the Bandit, Between the Lines, The Last Wave, and Saturday Night Fever. I hope it becomes more widely available, but, frankly, some of its power is on display in every daily report from @eltragon.bsky.social. The struggle is always changing; the struggle remains the same.

and memoiristic, propagandistic tape recording. Evening Land may be one of his more traditional/generically structured films, but that structure gives him the space to balance story and system at the neoliberal turn. It takes its place in the 1977 canon alongside Stroszek, 3 Women, Star Wars, Roots

like the leftist demonstrator who is waiting her turn to be processed at the police station, who is dragged from her chair and we see she is wearing a keffiyeh—even then the uniform of social commitment. Then there is Watkins's unmatched intermedial work in broadcast, surveillance, journalism >

Of course Watkins and his team give us incredible editing, sound, and performance. The sonic bridges and counterpoints extend further and further as it reaches its climax. The telltale glances at the lens come more quickly. The perfect bits of scene-setting irony mount atop one another—

And then it wouldn't work (until you washed it, but even so). That is what the paralysis of social democracy looks like in Evening Land: little by little then all of a sudden the limited visionaries in the government stumble onward until the find they've built the system of their own undoing

That is, this is the experience of the failure of spasm to jolt the West out of the neoliberal turn.

Did you ever have one of those sticky octopuses you would throw against the wall and it would slowly tumble downward? Over time, the legs would break and the thing would get dirty and gritty

Finally got enough of the Danish autotranslated to make my way through. Watkins can handle the cops-and-kidnappers pulses effortlessly, but that timeline exists against a stymied, gummy political temporality that seems inevitably bent toward stasis and then rightist reaction.

*considering just soaking the pots overnight*
And if you don't clean me now, you will never clean me again

Not me spending all night trying to make the lyrics to The Drain work.
Dra-a-ain doing the dishes
(Run the Disposal)

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