How do you like your film? Served up with a jumbo sized coke and ubiquitous box of popcorn, ensconced in a homogenised venue? Dim the lights; roll the credits and take an invariable ride down the same old road. Sunday drives just like functional sex have their places in the scheme of things. They are comforting, satisfactory even and at times they have been known to throw up moments of unexpected joy, of greatness, without any real emotional investment on your part. You just have to sit back and observe.
Oh there are moments when you tingle, when some deep untapped behemoth stirs within you and you feel yourself slip but only vicariously, only fleetingly. Then you push it back inside and regain control. On cue the lights come up and you can hold your head high. Sublimated, you’re unchanged; you’re unaffected; unscarred and untainted. But for those scant but glorious moments you knew you wanted more… But you were afraid.
You wanted to feel— raw, pulsating, dirty, shameful, infected, anger and snot inducing emotion. You wanted to feel- ALIVE.
Underground Cinema Film Festival 2012 will devote itself this September 13th-16th to a filthy, blood-soaked, shameful orgasm of cult and underground film. We will take you on a Thompson-esque ride to the darkest most innovative and affecting cinema out there. With the magnificent Jack Sargeant as your consort, take a trip through a range of blistering works from Cinema of Transgression to Soda jerk Specials covering everything in between from Burroughs to New Extreme Underground shorts. Unleash the monster inside and come ALIVE for four days with UCFF.www.undergroundcinema-