CORTICAL SYSTEMATICS™ Productions presents:
Double-Blobbed NON-FILM Xperience from HELL /// ReduX Special Edition.
Infamously “directed” by ALAN SMITHEE (who legally does not exist)
for the Glory of THE CHURCH OF THE SUBGENIUS™
1. THE CYBER “BLOB” HORROR PICTURE SHOW
Psychotronic sermon of BLOB vs. BOB, beamed straight from the moist undergut of the Videodrome. This is not a movie—it’s a blob-based initiation ritual disguised as a sci-fi horror parody, but actually an anti-film, wrapped in glitch, drenched in Bulldada, and baptized in VHS snow.
NoN‑Cinema. No sense. NO PLOT. Just “BLOBS” and “BOBS” hurtling you into hyperreality and dystopic horror. Pure audiovisual goo: pulsating plasma entities, demonic cartoons, hacked stock footage, and unholy sermonettes flickering between dimensions. The BLOB mutates from creature feature to cosmic metaphor to corrupted data packet in the blink of an eyeball. Science Fiction? Sure. Satanic Erotica? Absolutely. Computer science? Technically Yes.
Imagine AI slime mold eating your childhood memories and regurgitating them as a SubGenius training tape.
*BLOB = Binary Large OBSESSION™
2. LEVIATHAN CRASH
Cyberpunk nightmare drenched in the twisted dystopian visions of Philip K. Dick, William Burroughs or David Cronenberg, including blinks to the esoteric cinema of Kenneth Anger; a hyperReal labyrinth where the eroticism of the automobile meets the dark enigmas of The Lemarchand’s Box & Leviathan.
Metaphysical car wreck through Satanic cyberspace, fueled by the ectoplasmic oil of post-human despair. Think J.G. Ballard’s CRASH meets Hellraiser in a haunted Super Nintendo. This is a digital trauma loop—a place where bodies glitch, roads end in black holes, and new flesh fuses with firmware. Crash test dummies scream in ASCII while Leviathan watches, grinning through the static.
Reality bends, folds, and burns into itself. Diabolic PSA voiceovers warn of moral decay while arcade game fragments melt into occult sigils. Digital cenobites stalk the void, whispering code. And somewhere in the chaos, The Lemarchand’s Box (also known as The Lament Configuration) clicks open—not with a key, but with a joystick. It’s Ultraviolence. It’s absurdity. It’s cybernetic heresy with a nihilist punchline.
*Prepare for a Crash you won’t survive… or forget.
****/// Plug in. Wreck yourself.
ALL RITES REVERSED Ⓚ
Iglesia del Surf del Cristo Risueño de la Costa LTD. MMXXV ©
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