There are films that have blitzed my senses into giddy, drunken stupors of delirium and bewilderment, riotous exhalings of creativity, desperation, and experimentation. Too often, these voices expire as rapidly as they respired, brief greetings before vanishing into the crowded darkness.
There’s no point lamenting. It is what it is. We all go hoping
Three of those films come from an Tie Domi-looking punk named JJ Villard. In the early 2000s, he exploded onto the festival scene with three beat up beauts: the creepy 9 in a Chimney or 10 on the Bed or Hates a Strong Word (2002), Son of Satan
a raw, urgent punk scream against the pain of abuse, bullying and the cyclical nature of violence, Chestnuts Icelolly (2004) is sadistic little tale about a scumbag who lures children into his icelolly machine/
BOOM. Three years plus of great student films that took animation down a whole other path of filth aint encountered since Ralph Baksi.
As I sat, picking my balls (pre-2011, hence balls), nothing arrived. There were no more villard entries. Again, the next year, NOTHING.
I heard rumours. JJ finally settles the talk...