Rob Mazurek, setting aside the hard material, springs surprise jolts to the shocker like an uninvited brat popping the party balloons. The jolts bounce on the inflatable moon, a moon as red as Michael Oliver. They protrude out of the sputter and the crunch. Up and down. Forward and backward… in the lowland explosions of Hollywood 3-D, a blow-out: of circuitous circuitry that can’t shrug away the gravity; of intercourse and resolution between the revolutions of the needle and the balloon. It’s a red-themed party… red everything. Tongues dyed red. Teeth dyed red. Red lips and fingernails.
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