‘It hasn’t aged well. Although, I must admit I haven’t seen it.’
When I snuck into the cinemas to see Romper Stomper at fifteen years of age, I was totally overwhelmed. The skins and their lives were exhilarating and terrifying: simultaneously attractive and repulsive. The film was over before I knew it, and I felt like I’d been dragged down many of those back alleys of Footscray by the hair.
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“I had moved past the casual carnage that was so prevalent in the books I’d conceived in my twenties, past the severed heads and the soup made of blood and the woman vaginally penetrated with her own rib.
“Exploring that kind of violence had been “interesting” and “exciting” and it was all “metaphorical” anyway – at least to me at that moment in my life, when I was young and pissed off and had not yet grasped my own mortality, a time when physical pain and real suffering held no meaning for me.”
– Bret Easton Ellis,
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Theme Park at its Darkest 