Camp Miasma isn’t even streaming yet and I’m already sick of the condescending takes from people who mistake their ignorance about art for the movie being bad.
Camp Miasma has a lot to say about logic vs desire, why we repress desire, and what shapes our desire
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as someone who was raised very catholic and has learned alot of the theology, the trans woman is actually 100% right. girl in the blue is a LARPer and you can especially tell from calling herself non-denominational christian and not understanding that makes her protestant
Got the chance to chat to Tom Cruise yesterday and I said how excited I was for the movie and how crazy it looks and he looked me dead in the eye, smiled and said ‘It is. It is crazy.’ and I will never forget that
finally saw camp miasma and i thought if was awesome and while it had flaws like. 90% of the critique i see on here refuses to acknowledge what the film is about while loudly professing that the movie is too on the nose about its theme. Anyways me and my girlfriend fucked after
i can't help but think that dworkin's brand of feminism is an outgrowth of her zionism not just because of the seperatism but also because of how she speaks abt young boys as inevitable future threats in much the same way that israelis speak of the kids they murder
there's a therapeutic technique called behavioral activation which can be a little confusing in therapy speak, but i found these memes that explain it in examples very well ^_^
when the 5’11 chubby transgender lesbian huzz is talkin about “hey did u see the new NL stream” but you nine plus tenuinely haven’t had any kirk since diabeatus
I have so many things to say about Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma, both as an admirer of Jane Schoenbrun’s filmmaking and, especially, as a sex and kink positive activist.
The film and its symbolism are so clear and so important. I love the use of candy as a representation of pleasure and freedom: the way we allow ourselves to indulge in those little moments that make us happy, even when we’re alone, and how we can recognize each other through something as simple as what kind of candy we like. It’s such a smart callback to being kids and bonding over sharing our favorite candy with other people, while also becoming a metaphor for sex and kink; how sharing a kink or sexual preference with someone can feel as pleasurable and intimate as discovering that you both love the same candy.
The slasher elements and the campiness, the idea of being both the abuser and the abused as a representation of kink, BDSM, and hidden desires, and the blood and messiness as a representation of sharing and literally bathing in the fluids of the people we love. There’s something so deliberate about all of it.
Ultimately, this film feels like an ode to learning to find pleasure in whatever way you do, enjoying your sexuality through whatever kink you have, and allowing yourself to desire without shame. I especially loved the representation of finding someone who is just as freaky as you are, someone who understands you and doesn’t shame you for what you’re into.
And as a lifelong cinephile, and especially as a David Lynch fan, I loved all the little references to his cinema, but also the nods to films like Sunset Boulevard and Psycho, as well as the broader critique of Hollywood woven throughout the film.