I love J.G. Ballard.
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J.G. Ballard: Kingdom Come
Posted in Reading, Real Men with tags book-reviews, books, Crash, David Cronenberg, Empire of the Sun, Fiction, Five Books, J.G. Ballard, Jeff Buckley, Joyce Carey, Kingdom Come, Marquis de Sade, reading, Robert Plant, Running Wild, Steven Spielberg, The Atrocity Exhibition, writing on June 5, 2025 by Jarrod BoylePussytown: Denis Villeneuve punks out on Blade Runner 2049
Posted in Film, Pretensions toward cultural theory, Real Men with tags Anais Nin, art, Blade Runner 2049, books, Denis Villeneuve, Dune, education, Film, Hans Christian Andersen, K, Kafka, Peckinpah, Replicant, Sara Stewart, Simone De Beauvoir, Steadfast Tin Soldier, The Castle, Vanity Fair, Verhoeven, writing on April 25, 2025 by Jarrod Boyle‘You’ll love the new Blade Runner – unless you’re a woman.’
- Sara Stewart, New York Post, Oct 4, 2017
There was much ‘feminist’ criticism of Blade Runner 2049. I found it almost as astonishing as the pissweak rejoinder from its director, Denis Villeneuve in Vanity Fair, November 25, 2017:
“Blade Runner is not about tomorrow; it’s about today. And I’m sorry, but the world is not kind on women.”
My question is: what the fuck kind of film did Sara watch? And why doesn’t Villeneuve have the balls to stand up and defend the film he made?
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Posted in Goddess, Love letters, Pornography with tags beach, Catsuit, erotica, Fiction, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Italy, latex, Love in the Time of Cholera, oral-sex, PVC, sex, Torture Garden, writing on May 16, 2024 by Jarrod Boyle‘…nothing one does in bed is immoral if it helps to perpetuate love.’
Gabriel Garcia Marquez,
Love in the Time of Cholera.
I dreamed that we were on an Italian beach at sunset, sitting on the sand. We watched as night passed over the ocean and climbed the cliff face as the sun withdrew beneath the rim of the world, leaving the heat of the day to radiate from the earth as the echo of its passing.
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