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Missy’s latest film, LSD (standing for Love, Sex and Divorce), provides an incredible insight into what is truly important to this fabulous filmmaker. Through weaving words, she explores notions of identity, independence, curiosity, individuality and purpose.
There are moments in everyone’s life, when we start to take stock. To re-evaluate where we have
travelled (so far) on this journey of life, and to mentally review our past.
This can happen as soon as late twenties for some people, and as late as deaths door for others.
I believe that this projekt has invoked a number of instances of Missy style navel gazing, and this film strikes me as an example.
Missy is a total artist. Her productions are fresh, original and super creative
This film is billed as a companion piece to ‘Trash’. The opening sequence takes in two men taking a lie detector test.
This ‘short’ feedback is intended to show how I interpreted the film (meaning), whether I personally enjoyed the film or not (value), and how the film made me feel (impact).
There has been so many words, written by educated people with far more experience than I, on the subject of love. I can hardly add more than my narrow minded white British male opinion. But somehow I feel compelled to give it, so here it is – ‘Love’ is a noun to describe a suite of emotions. A scale. I look upon it like the word ‘Colour’; on its own it is meaningless. The word can describe anything from ‘like’, to ‘obsession’.
You write such perfect erotica Missy. This story benefits from being presented as a true story. It shocks and provokes. It arouses and challenges. In short a masterpiece.
Excruciating. Luminous. These are the two words that define my reaction to the film Beautiphul by Missy Jubilee. These descriptions may seem like awkward bedfellows, but, as in all of her films, Missy makes such disparties dance until you are left in no doubt that paradox is a gift.
I began the latest film by Missy Jubilee well prepared. I had cleared all distractions so I would not miss a word of commentary. I was well caffeinated and ready to ride the intersecting waves of sounds, snips and script. One hour and twenty-two minutes later, instead of the notebook being filled with scribbles of insight, the page in the notebook contained the following four words…