Fassbinder’s Lola (1981) blew me away. The candy-colored corruption of the fifties, post-war Germany, everything (including love) as commodity, moments of tenderness, a whole story within a story through blue and pink lighting. Dark cotton candy. Makes me think of Venus in Scorpio. Lola, a sex worker, knows the most about the town and its corruption. He…
© 2024 Emmalea Russo
Substack is the home for great culture