By JW Griffiths

By Cervante Pope

In math, a positive plus a positive equal a positive–even two negatives equal a positive. But is the same said in regards to creative expression? Can free speech negate free speech? Such a topic is discussed in Vigilante Vigilante, a documentary delving into the subculture of graffiti artists vs. the anti-graffiti artists. Bay Area based filmmakers Nathan Wollman and Max Good chronicle these “buffers” and their tireless endeavors in undoing “graffiti” by covering it up with more of the same. The film challenges what is deemed right by way of speech and evokes the viewer into questioning how far is too far when it comes to the first amendment? Vigilante Vigilante is a well done, thought provoking and culturally relevant film guaranteed to entertain, no matter which side you’re on.

Check for local screenings.

Film projected onto bodies by artists Nate Pagel and Aj Lux staring the Black Kat Kabaret dancers. Commissioned by Sex+Design for the Millennial Palate at 12 Gallagher Lane.

By Karley Sciortino of Slutever

Everyone knows how it feels to fall for someone who doesn’t actually exist, whether it’s a character in a film, or the hero in your favorite a novel, or even the occasional cartoon (as IF you don’t want to bone Trent from Daria). I’ve always had a thing for fictional guys, and have spent the majority of my life lusting not after actors, but rather the characters they play. I don’t want Johnny Depp; I want Edward Scissorhands. I don’t want Matt Dillon; I want the drugstore cowboy. I don’t want Leonardo DiCaprio; I want the retarded kid out of What’s Eating Gilbert Grape. It’s a massive mind fuck.

In light of this ongoing delusion, I’ve made a list of the top five film characters whom I most adore. They are as follows, in no particular order. (I thought long and hard about this by the way.)

1. Hallam, Hallam Foe

Psychos are hot. Freaks are hot. Fuck-ups are hot. Hallam is all of the above. Hallam is a teenage loner who essentially wants to fuck his mother. When his mother dies, he then diverts his attention to courting (or more like stalking) a look-a-like. Serious Oedipus complex. A complete freak, he spends the majority of his time lost in his own alternate reality, painting himself in his dead mother’s lipstick and trying to kill his step mom (who he later ends up fucking?). He’s like the ultimate lost soul, and in my book, demented equals desirable. I’ve always been attracted to the idea of disaster, self-destruction, sexual violence, etc, so Hallam is essentially my dream man.

2. Jimmy, Quadrophenia

Let’s be honest, Mod really is the sexiest of all fashions—so precise, so painfully cool. Jimmy is basically the ultimate Mod, from his tailored suits to his blind arrogance to his impeccable music taste. Not to mention Jimmy’s body is near perfect—washed out, gangly, scarecrow-like. Plus he’s got that classic British wonk face that I just can’t get enough of. I’m even into his slight drug dependency. I love a mess.

3. Mike, My Own Private Idaho

Uhhh… he’s a scarily beautiful gay junkie prostitute with narcolepsy. Need I say more?

4. Jamal, Slumdog Millionaire

Everyone is a sucker for a true romantic. Jamal is the ultimate romantic, devoting his entire life to chasing after his one true love. Super cheesy but whatever. Just looking at him makes me feel dizzy. Plus, I’ve recently developed a thing for Indians—both boys and girls. They’re fucking hot. I’d wear him like a scrunchy.

5. Theo, The Dreamers

Alas, I love you but I will never have you.