The trailer for the new Australian film ‘Tracks‘ looks totally captivating. It tells the true story of a young woman, Robyn Davidson, who in 1977 decided to head out alone across the Australian desert (1,700 miles) with four camels, her dog and a National Geographic photographer. As an Australian, I can tell you that ain’t for pussies. The heat, the killer animals, the heat — you won’t last long out there without the right supplies.
The movie stars the beautiful Mia Wasikowska from one of our favorite films: The Kids Are Alright and Alice in Wonderland, and Adam Diver from Girls. The beauty shots of the Aussie outback are reason enough to see this movie, but the story also sounds intriguing. Will she collapse halfway from sunstroke? Will she be crowned a “blonde queen” by a tribe of Aborigines? Will her camels eat her? There’s only one way to find out: grab a ticket when the film eventually comes out.
Dev Hynes' second album is delicious, no matter what Solange says.
But as Blood Orange it’s Hynes himself that holds together the album as a singular vision. Fresh from his star-making turns producing for Solange and Sky Ferreira, he’s able to perfectly orchestrate his guest vocalists while steering the album with his captivating falsetto. Hynes’ distinct voice rises above his shimmering brand of bedroom pop in surprising moments, and takes songs off in unexpected directions. Nowhere is this more evident than on “Uncle Ace,” the superb track that takes its inspiration and title from the nickname New York City’s LGBT homeless teens have for the ACE subway trains they call home on cold winter nights. “Put all you need in me,” sings Hynes, over a disco beat and woodwind cacophony that rolls on like the titular train.
His quiet rawness is a stark contrast to the deafening artifice of ARTPOP, another November release that uses retropop, gender-bending and guest vocalists to illuminate heartbreak and lust. ‘Cupid Deluxe‘ may be just as varied in its stories, but in its soft, gossamer sounds and heart-piercing lyrics, it’s a rare album that is truly as entertaining as it is clever.
Your next boyfriend isn't on Grindr or at your local gay bar.
Where is Carmen Sandiego and why has she taken your future boyfriend with her?
In the words of Lilly Allen, It’s hard out here for a bitch. Finding a boyfriend in this day and age is like looking for sobriety in a Lady Gaga performance… actually that’s worse, because I have at least had a boyfriend before, but I’ve never not smelled a whiff of weed coming through my computer screen watching Gaga withering around the floor pretending she went to art school. Sometimes it seems you turn on Grindr and you see the same 20 guys you saw last week (aghh get off my phone BottomBearDad). Well, fret no more for I have found the solution! Eligible gays are out there on all fours looking for you in the daytime with a flashlight. You’ve just been searching in the wrong places! They are hidden among the straight men. I kid you not, the places you’ve been avoiding due to the plethora of straight men (and their crazy straight girlfriends) are where all the eligible gays are hiding out. Below is our guide to finding a man in all the wrong places.
You might assume this bar is just for sports fanatics looking for an extensive draft list and a TV. Well, you know what happens when you assume…. there’s an ass and there’s u and me, but neither of us gets it… I have no idea what I just said, but the point is don’t assume! Anyway, this bar has all sorts of frills that are dragging the gays in: free popcorn, board games, trivia, men who love watching other men tackle each other and movie nights in the backyard. Not convinced? This dog friendly joint recently had a Golden Girls marathon (I mean they might as well just rename this place Stiff Dicks and get it over with). So, grab your Bears gear (No silly. The Chicago Bears is a football team…. but do wear a jockstrap, you never know when one of these guys is going to want to touch down on your end zone — Gay puns are kind of my thing) and come out for a good time. You might not meet the man of your dreams, but there are definitely some gays ready blow your whistle (I did it again!)
You’re gay and you love ice skating. So, why aren’t you at Bryant Park? Too many kids? Too many wedding proposals on the ice? No room to cruise? Well, get your butt out there. Eligible gays are on the ice channeling their inner Johnny Weir. The man of your dreams is out there with his 10 year old cousin teaching her how to ice skate while you are getting yet another circle jerk started at one of the two gyms you frequent. And who are we kidding? Gay or not, there is group masturbation happening at almost every gym, so if all else fails, you can always go back. The type of guy waiting for you at Bryant Park is closer to boyfriend material. He hangs out in midtown because he works close by ($$$$), he has killer legs and he gives new meaning to busting your ass on the ice. So, quit it with the cold feet and get on the ice.
Knowing you, you don’t spend much time on a bridge, why would you? Bridges are cold and windy and full of Australian tourists and dog walkers. Well, the man of your dreams could be waiting for you there. There’s nothing like a cute guy with tight jeans, a really nice butt and groomed mustache on a bike. This guy has been traversing the Williamsburg Bridge almost everyday. He likes to be active and on his feet, he hates the subway, he wears plaid, he smells of whiskey (in a Jon Hamm kind of way, not a Kiefer Sutherland way) He was meant for you. Why don’t you go for a stroll, you never know who you might meet.
Wait, I know what you are thinking. But, you are desperate at this point. I don’t think you realize the number of gays moving to this city everyday and they almost always come through Penn Station. Now, there are different types, so beware. You may find a 20 something year old starting a grad program at NYU. He’s date-able, but will of course sacrifice any time with you for studying. There are the actors moving to the city. They are poor though and they might try and move in with you and steal your Metro Card. What you want to find is a nice European man who needs someone to show him around. It’s perfect. He will undoubtedly sleep with you the first night (he’s European), he probably has some money (he’s European) and he has a nice fat uncut piece of meat (he’s European!). So, take another lesson from Legally Blonde: The Muscial. He is gay and European.
Don’t look at me like that. I know what I am talking about. Yankee Stadium is where all the gays go during baseball season. They have gotten tired of searching for you and resorted to hanging out with their straight guy friends, and straight guys just love them some baseball. It’s a tragic love story like Cinderella or Rapunzel. A gay man forced by his evil step-friend to watch a baseball game he has no interest in. He slowly eats hot dogs without the bun in hopes of luring in his prince. And so you know just what you are about to get, he wears a jersey that says “pitcher” or “catcher.” The Yankee Stadium gay is patient (those games are long as sh*t), tolerant (I don’t know how he deals with a stadium full of baseball fanatics) and knows that navy is an underused color for your wardrobe. So, start feigning your interest in baseball now. Once you find him you can both give up the charade and go get drunk at Boiler Room like normal people.
A new series premieres on HBO this Sunday that's totally quiche!
Has there every been a bigger cunt portrayed on TV than 17 year-old Ja’mie King: Australian comedian Chris Lilley‘s best character (sorry Mr G.) from We Can be Heroes, Summer Heights High and the new Ja’mie: Private School Girl? When it comes to truly hilarious villains Arrested Development‘s matriarchal monster Lucille Bluth is the only other name that comes to mind. If we’re lucky that’s who Ja’mie will grow up to be.
Abi and I have both been watching Ja’mie: Private School Girl for the last few weeks (it’s been airing in Australia since October — one of the few time Australia has got anything first). This Sunday the show premiers on HBO and the BBC in the UK.
Private School Girl is a first for Lilley in that he’s abandoning his usual formula from past series and only focusing on one character. This works because Ja’mie, despite being a vapid bitch, is a strong character and Lilley clearly has fun playing her. There’s more than enough drama to fill the show’s 22 minute running time.
We pick up with Ja’mie in her last 3 months of school at Hillford Girls Grammar. I could give you a blow by blow of all the shit that’s gone down in the first five eps, but I don’t want to spoil all the surprises. Instead I’ll do what any quiche 16 year-old girl would do and let my gifs do the talking. OMG I’m so random sometimes.
An important new documentary about homeless LGBT kids
The philosophy at the heart of director Elegance Bratton’s documentary Pier Kids: The Life is one of both simplicity and urgency: “Nobody wants to live outside.” Three years in the making, the film hones in on three gay and transgender youths living on the piers by Christopher Street in Manhattan’s affluent Greenwich Village. The neighborhood has long been a haven for the gay community of New York, most notably serving as home to the historic Stonewall Inn. But while Christopher St. is emblematic of the gay rights movement, it is also symbolic of those living within the fringes of the LGBT community, the kids of color kicked out of their houses by their own parents and left to fend for themselves on the streets.
Bratton, who himself spent time living on the streets when he was young, has set his sights on those left behind, focusing on Black and Latina subjects that have been largely rejected and ignored by a movement that initially stood for inclusion and support.
Now, Bratton has taken to Kickstarter to raise funds for the completion of the project. In the trailer for the film, scenes of vogueing and camaraderie are set side-by-side with police harassment and prostitution, exposing the world of homeless LGBT youth in brutal honesty. With a projected release date for sometime in the next year, Pier Kids is already proving to be as raw as an open wound, a film that is at once provocative as it is necessary.
Relationship and dating advice from a real bitch.
Dear Bitch, I have a very BIG issue. I’ve been dating my dear boyfriend for over a year now. I love him dearly. He is the sweetest man I have ever, and probably will ever, date. He would do anything to make me happy. All I want is the same for him. However, somewhere down the road, I’ve lost my sexual desire for him. Our sex life has gone downhill and I don’t know what to do. He gets me off and I have no desire to get him off and I feel like a terrible person. We never fuck each other because he doesn’t like it and I think this may be why the sex has fizzled. How many times can we 69? I don’t know what to do. I feel like I can’t picture my life without him but at the same time, am fantasizing about sex with other men constantly. I feel like I’m leading a fake relationship or something is missing. Please help.
Dear Scissor Sister, I know what you mean, 69′ing can lose its lustre prettttty quickly if it’s a 24/7 affair. Have you tried role playing? One of my friends once dated a dude who always liked to be undressed like some big baby, and acted all infant-y. In technical fetish terminology, “paraphilic infantilism“, but I refer to it as “really fucked”. They only dated like 1 month, but in baby years who knows how long that is… Anyways, my point is that if you’re already leading a fake relationship, may as well lead a fake sex life as well, no? Or you can at least talk about it…
I wonder now, if you have ever openly discussed this problem with him? It really is amazing how few couples, whether homo or hetero, actually talk about their sex lives with one another. Like everyone’s doing it, but no one wants to acknowledge it. Like how everyone ever born has peed in the shower before yet no one will admit to it. You say the relationship has gone “downhill” therefore I’m led to believe that the fuck times haven’t always been this lackluster, so it’s obvious there’s potential to turn this car around. It’s clear sex alone isn’t doing any magic here, so let’s try other methods.
You know what’s really sexy? Honesty. Like being 100% brutally honest. So, tell me with a straight face that “Blackout” was not the most real Britney Spears album ever. I mean, she was at her most honest, rawest, messiest moment in life. It was 100% her, and it showed, because she even styled herself. Looking like she bought her hair and outfit at the same store, pussy popping without a purpose in her ex husband’s fedora, bedazzled sports bra, and distressed hip hugger jeans outside a grocery store. And fuck what any other gays will tell you, it does not get any realer than the Blackout period. Without any help, this is who she is, slow and messy, and I can appreciate that because it’s the truth. It is free Boost Mobile phone music. It is stray shopping cart on the side of a freeway with weave stuck in the wheel casters music. Pink polyester Rickie’s wig with a fucked up British accent music. It is also some of the best music of her entire career, because it is, at it’s core, raw. I’m getting too excited and off topic here, but I sincerely hope you’re getting my point.
It can be messy as hell most days, but I believe honesty is the best policy, always. You really need to Break The Ice and talk openly and honestly with him, if you have not already done so, and make him aware of how much this situation pains you.
In the end, if he cannot or will not change, you have to consider moving on. Can you imagine if Britney stayed with
the human blob Kevin Federline? Remember Chaotic? I know that ending a relationship is very painful but sometimes there is nothing else to do. Otherwise, the danger is that you will become resentful and even come to hate him. That’s just human nature and I am sure you do not want that to happen.
Sup bitch, Recently, I went on the best first date of my life. Yay me! I met a funny, smart, easy-going doctor and she wants me! Well, I got caught up in the moment and forgot that only 3 months ago I discovered that my lying-ass EX-fiance gave me the herp. On my lady garden. I realized, after all my clothes were off, that I had to say something to my new friend before she touched/went down there. So my drunk ass just stops and blurts it out. Bad call. She gets off of me and thanks me for telling her and I start blubbering about the ex.
I know, I know. Did I mention I was drunk? So I composed myself and she rolled over and I proceeded to try to spoon her. She wasn’t having it and she hasn’t spoken to me since she left the next morning. She was the first girl I had to tell in THAT moment. But when is the best time to reveal it? I don’t want it to go down like that again. Le sigh. I feel like I’m screwed (or, more accurately, NOT ever going to get screwed) for life and no one will ever want to touch my lady parts again. Ugh. But I can’t do to someone else what was done to me. I have to reveal it, but this one isn’t exactly in the etiquette books, ya know? Plus, lesbians think that STDs are so uncommon in our demographic that there seems to be an extra element of shock when you tell a lesbian you have an STD. This bitch right here needs some help, bitch. Or am I crazy? Was she just pissed because she couldn’t get any pussy?
Hey Lonely Lesbian, Lord have mercy we have some colorful readers. The road to love truly is a bumpy one (sorry, had to). So many obstacles, but it’s all in how you maneuver I suppose. To address your predicament, I don’t think there’s a more polite way to announce something like that other than just saying it, clearly and out in the open. A simple “Hold up bitch! Put those hands where my eyes can see! We need to have a talk right quick! Don’t touch my hot pocket or it’ll burn ya!”
In all seriousness, if you hadn’t said anything, that would make you the messiest woman on earth. I can tell that you may be a lot of things, but you aren’t crazy. A crazy woman would’ve kept her lips shut about the situation with her other lips. A crazy woman would’ve not told that DOCTOR the awful truth. So I do commend you on that end. It’s all about honesty.
In all honesty (a real theme today), did you really ever think you had a choice? A DOCTOR. Like, you literally considered for a moment that Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman, a grown ass trained medical professional, wasn’t going to be able to retrace her steps and figure out which lying ass bitch gave her that lifelong commitment around her damn ring?? I swear, there is absolutely nothing scarier on this earth than a woman who just realizes she’s been misled. Not sinkholes, not Freddie Krueger’s claws coming out of soapy bathtub water (the reason I exclusively shower), not the motion picture Gravity starring Sandra Bullock, not even that flesh eating drug I keep accidentally reading about for hours on end when I’m alone and bored. Sometimes, when I really think about it, it’s not even about actual dick or the fact that I like how dumb most guys are that attracts me to males… It may very well be the fact that I am actually terrified of ever sleeping next to an angry woman.
Anyways, herpes sounds like a fucking bum out, but so is life most days. Just like life, you’ll have to drudge through it until you eventually bump into someone to share it with! That may be the actual worst advice ever on earth, but I’m going to be honest and let you know that Scandal is about to come on in literally 5 minutes so and I’m trying to save my energy…
FREAK OF THE WEEK
Zac Efron in this clip. Really only Zac Efron whenever when he is in various states of undress. This image kind of makes me miss planking.
Also, while looking for that one photo, I fell into a Zac-hole of Tumblrs dedicated to the weirdest shit. Found one completely devoted to photos of him in different flip flops. For your reference (click on the link if you’re a sick fuck): Zac in flip flops
The winner of a best director award at the Cannes Film Festival, Alain Guiraudie’s "exploration of death and desire unfolds entirely in the vicinity of a gay cruising ground that becomes a crime scene." It's apparently very hot and very good. Can't wait to see it.
Most calendars are pretty shit. Let’s be honest, when was the last time you even thought about buying one? The 2014 BUTT calendar is going to change all that. First off it’s 384 pages long and an inch and a half thick. It features 100′s of hotties pulled largely from the Men of Club Butt (BUTT’s dating and hookup site). Included in that thick slab of man meat is none other than GAYLETTER’s very own: Abi Benitez. It’s a very modest photo of him cos he’s classy like that, but it’s on Jan 2nd so you know 2014 will get off to a good start.
Besides the sexy photos the calendar also features 12 “gossipy, ultra-frank Q&A’s with some known homosexuals from around the globe.” It’s on sale now at all your favorite gay friendly bookstores (Printed Matter for example) and of course from the Butt online shop…can 2014 hurry up already!? —TOM
"If we're not able to be alone then we're only going to know how to be lonely."
We’re asking nightlife personalities and some of our friends to show us what’s in their fridges. It’s a bit weird we know, but fridges are very revealing— what’s inside, and on the outside, says a lot about a person. First up, balls-to-the-wall NYC based artist Gio Black Peter.
“Refrigerators are fun and functional. You can leave yours bare or dress it up and stuff it full of bananas! My fridge is possessed by the ghost of Nancy Reagan. I know what you’re thinking — not so fun. But unlike Nancy, her ghost is a blast!” —Gio Black Peter
The latest video of our favorite pop-star and role model Rihanna for the song “Pour it up” is out. Rihanna sits on her throne, she twerks lying down in a pool of water (Miley please pay attention, you might learn a lot from this), swings around stripper poles, touches herself, spreads her legs in some fun bling-y outfits, and offers up a cunty selection of wigs…
Ass and money. Riri’s going dumb with all her friends and we approve!
Below is the making-of for the music video (which Rihanna co-directed). Favorite moment — when Riri is talking about one particular stripper with a massive ass she says, “We got her a dressing room, then we got another one for her butt.” Adorbs.
Relationship and dating advice from a real bitch.
Yahoo answers just not cutting it? Your Mom is not coming through with the right advice? Do you have a burning dating or sex question you desperately need an answer to? Well, just Ask A Bitch. The bitch will answer all your pressing questions. Send them to: email@example.com Take it away bitch.
Yes, I realize it’s been a real minute since I last updated you all. I’ve been so distracted by the typical Summer fuckery that’s it’s been hard to pin down just one thing to bitch about. And I know it’s not just me. An entire city’s vision gets a little hazy with the endless barrage of BBQ/cigarette/illegal smoke sitting on top of us all for 4 months. Sweaty bodies at endless parties, fogged up eyewear from long humid days that roll into long humid nights. Guys appeared hotter than they were because I think I was looking through a salt water filter for most of it. I don’t think anyone was thinking straight for most of August anyways. This summer I have eaten my weight in Cheez Its (really pushing for a sponsorship), floated in the ocean week after week petrified by a morbid fear of being stung by jellyfish (basically spiteful plastic sandwich bags full of venom), on and off dated a waiter/actor (I know right) that may or may not be a compulsive liar (more on that to come). Each morning I’d lie in bed staring at my ceiling while my entire bed vibrates with the buzz of my insane landlady blasting someone named Daddy Yankee while cleaning her Mazda outside my window. Every morning. In a green Ricky’s wig.
Seasons change, obviously, and as Summer draws to a close I’m looking forward to seeing everyone return to their usual frigid, closed off selves. I think in Summer you get to see so much of people that it’s refreshing to go and hide under the covers for awhile. Fashion Week not at all included, Fall is really my season. No more shirtless zombie bums sitting on my lap on my morning commute, and schools are back in so I am no longer dodging toddler devils loitering every street corner. Also, I get to wear pants again. I enjoy Fall because I can trap unsuspecting boys into thinking I’m hot by covering myself up again. Like a walking and talking fox trap, covered in dead leaves, cigarette butts, and a bunch of bullshit.
Anyways, enough about me. Let’s answer some questions.
Q: Hi Bitch, I’ve got an issue that’s been on my mind for the past couple of weeks. I started casually seeing this guy about two months ago. Like I said, it started very casually from a hookup, but we’ve been spending some time together ever since. I am starting to get closer to him and I think we’ve got a mutual understanding that this can be something a little more than casual as time goes by. He’s attractive, smart, has a great job, and I’m having a good time being around him more and more. There’s only one problem, his best friend. Let’s call him Andrew. Andrew was there the night that I first met and hooked up with my guy, and even from the very start was really shady to me. He hadn’t really warmed up to me during out first meeting, and it’s gone downhill ever since. I see him giving me side eyes, making rude comments about me under his breath, and I’m pretty sure he’s telling the guy I like how much he doesn’t like me. To make matters more awkward, another friend of theirs told me they once hooked up. I have been nothing but nice and accommodating to this guy. I mean, I added him on Facebook a month ago and he still hasn’t approved me. I am even considering inviting him to an upcoming birthday party at my home, just to even further extend an olive branch.
I want the guy I am seeing’s friends to like me, but this is too much. I don’t want this to affect my new relationship with the guy I am seeing. What should I do? Am I being foolish for not saying anything? Am I being too much of a nice guy and not enough of a bitch? Can you help me out?
A: Hey Birthday Boy, Yes. That was a lot of questions at the end, but yes. Yes to all of them.
It sounds to me like Andrew is in love with the dude you’re seeing. This type of outward aggression is totally symptomatic of his jealousy for whatever connection you’re building with his best friend/love interest. Hater.
He sounds like the type of asshole that insists on having the window seat on an airplane for the view, but sleeps through the entire flight. These are the worst types of bitches. They want to be with someone, but are too chicken shit to own up to their feelings and make a move on the person that’s supposedly important to them. Shit or get out off the pot! Instead they spend their days attached at the hip of their crush like an ornery dog tied to a chain link fence, growling at any person that walks by and desperately pissing on everything in an attempt to mark their territory. Usually people that act this way look like dogs anyways, and are pretty dark inside, but they rarely do any harm. In the end, Andrew’s all bark and no bite, because he doesn’t even sound like a smart psycho. At least if he had friended you on Facebook, he could’ve stalked your every interaction with his best friend like most haters do.
So I’m not sure what you’re worried about here? In this situation, if the guy you’re seeing was ever legitimately into his best friend, he’d probably just be with him. Have you never seen “My Best Friend’s Wedding”? They never win.
Are you more concerned over the fact that this guy just doesn’t like you? I can’t relate. Tons of bitches don’t like me, it’s nothing. I can’t stand when people are like “We don’t get along”. When in fact, it’s like, no you just like me, I don’t give a fuck about you. So, my advice to you is to ignore this fool and focus on your new relationship. I’m messy though, so I’m also going to advise you to invite Andrew to the party you mentioned. Please also make sure to invite 20-30 of YOUR own best Andrews to even out the playing field and let the fun begin.
Q: Hey Bitch, Sometimes when I’m having sex, my vagina makes a noise like I’m passing gas. What causes it, and how can I prevent it? I feel like a weirdo, is this normal?
A: Hi Windy Williams, Whew. Yes, it’s completely normal! I know for a fact, because after consulting with almost every female I know, this is actually a pretty common occurrence. I’m going to make this really quick and to the point, because I know a lot of people are likely reading this on their lunch breaks. That noisy emission you’re referring to occurs when air gets trapped into your hot pocket during rigorous sex. The best way to stop it from happening would be to have your dude slow down a bit. In my opinion, you’ve got nothing to really be embarrassed about in this situation, when he’s the one acting like a fifteen year old pounding you like a jackrabbit.
But seriously, have you really never heard of a “queef”? What middle school did you go to? Anyways, yea, you’ve not got anything to be concerned about in terms of the noisy emissions coming from your undercarriage. What I am concerned with right now is your cluelessness about your own body parts and the functions they serve. Do me a favor and watch this informative video below. Bring a pen and pad (no, not that pad), take all the information in, and call me in the morning.
FREAK OF THE WEEK
This week’s freak is Jordan Catalano from My So Called Life. Or Travis from Clueless. Or Dylan from 90210. Or Ted.
I guess the main theme I am getting at here is unmotivated-slacker-stoner-drop-out-assholes that no one should be dating. Which weirdly makes them so much more appealing. Guys like this are like bad fucking smells. It’s like when I was a kid and was really obsessed with the smell of gasoline fumes. Or when my mom would make me wait at the nail salon with her while she’d get her acrylics touched up, I would go around opening every nail polish color bottle to smell the difference (there is no difference). It’s an acquired taste I guess, and the whiffs are not so bad in small amounts, but constant exposure over time will definitely have you fucked up and confused. There’s something about teenage dirtbags.
First up, Strawberry Cough, Lemon Skunk, Sunjay Gupta Kush...Marijuana
No point beating around the bush. We were curious, so we asked the experts what happens to your noggin when you’re smoking weed? First up the definitive source for everything, Wikipedia: “The effects of cannabis are caused by chemical compounds in cannabis, including cannabinoids such as tetrahydrocannabinol (THC). Cannabis has both psychological and physiological effects on the human body. Five European countries, Canada, and twenty US states have legalized medical cannabis if prescribed for nausea, pain or the alleviation of surrounding chronic illness.
In large enough doses THC can induce auditory and visual hallucination but it would require massive amounts of cannabis (nearly an ounce of hashish) to induce full blown hallucinatory effects. Acute effects while under the influence can include both euphoria and anxiety. Concerns have been raised about the potential for long-term cannabis consumption to increase risk for schizophrenia, depersonalization disorder, bipolar disorders, and major depression, however studies are inconclusive  and the ultimate conclusions on these factors are disputed. The evidence of long-term effects on memory is preliminary and hindered by confounding factors. For thousands of years people have believed that cannabis has religious and spiritual effects.”
If all that nerd talk put you to sleep here’s a helpful video that breaks it all down, with visuals to make it even easier…especially if you’re totally baked.
New short film by Animal Kingdom director explores the sadness of suburbia