There are films I like better as an idea than the experience itself and Liquid Sky is one of them. Although enjoying its overall mood and how it portraits a scene, it gets very repetitive. Because of that it loses freshness midthrough. Crazy, gender binding, artsy and post-modern? Hell yeah. Still not my cup of heroin though.
Got to rewatch last night with some virgin-viewers from the position of preparedness. "But it would be so easy to re-edit into cohesion!". Seemed to me considerably richer, having a minor breakdown watching an actor screw they(?)self in drag but needing to look in a mirror to finish the act. No one film can do justice to the myriad of culture, but this one gets pretty close.
Acid-camp nihil-chic of an aggressively obliterative order, Liquid Sky is an expertly assembled assault, punctuated by pulsing, NDW-style Fairlight-miniatures. Visually as well as thematically, it's both distorted and disciplined, outrageous and austere. Enjoyable, clearly, as a choice relic of New Wave psychotronica, it can also be appreciated as something more: a glorious "fuck you" to glory, and fucking, and you.
I'm not sure why, but in my circles there seemed to be a decision you had to make - are you Team Repo Man or Team Liquid Sky? I adored Repo Man, so I'm sure I was predisposed to dislike this movie before I even saw it. However, I'd still argue that Repo Man is genius, and this movie is not. My sons are also movie fans, and so I see evidence that movie rivalries still happen. That's stupid, but it makes me happy.
Quintessential no wave cinema about a UFO seeking heroin and orgasms. A singular film experience. Very trippy. How the hell did Anne Carlisle and Slava Tsukerman not become huge after this? Also, the weird soundtrack is one of the greatest of all time (the "me and my rhythm box" scene!!). It is a bit of a hard sell because a lot of it is really disturbing, but it certainly uses its violence with feminist intentions.
Neon-lit phantasmagoria, this cult 80s sci-fi revels in the drug culture of postmodern urbanity, the fashion extravaganza of post-punk, new wave subcultures and the androgynous sexual experimentation that generated the contemporary fascination for hybridity. The attractive aesthetic disintegrates quickly due to the hocus pocus narrative, yet leaving a sense of the undescribable in the odd proceedings. A curiosity.
I kinda loved this. It's a mess of pacing, but has a gritty, no-f&*^s brashness about it that I found impossible to dismiss. It may also be a potent witness to sexual abuse PTSD, but laced with heroin, aliens, androgyny, and new wave cultural posturing. Its daring and desire stick with you.
A bonafide counterculture masterpiece that seems to encapsulate the New Wave of the 1980s while still feeling completely timeless and not of this earth. A film about feeling trapped (by drugs, by gender, by sex) with a chillingly prescient death-by-fucking angle. Carlisle’s androgynous Margaret embracing abduction by invisible extra-terrestrials is the Cinderella story as a balm to the nihilism of the era.
Very beautiful and strange movie abut aliens in New York fashion/heroin scene who are trying to get human endorphins produced by the brain when an orgasm occurs, unfortunately humans die in the process. During the August Putsch of 1991, Gorbachev, who was under house arrest in Crimea, watched this film.