Where's Hope?
The little white lies have carried her off beyond the cabbage patch.
They've murdered her?
Yes.
And Tomorrow?
Tomorrow's been cancelled owing to lack of interest.
This begins like a long-form version of the clips Canadian post-rock band Godspeed You! Black Emperor would play during their live shows, though admittedly that comparison would probably make more sense in reverse. It proceeds to get progressively more putrid, a downward spiral of rot and sexuality; Jarman's own deeply personal apocalypse in 8mm audio-visual montage. Everything is in decay and forgotten, visions of a Britain left gutted and hopeless by Thatcherite policies. It makes for difficult watching and many of its scenes outstay their welcome, but you can't deny the anger and contempt that seep through every still. This is film-making at its most venomous.
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