Issue 22, Saturday, 24 October 2026

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Issue 22, Saturday, 24 October 2026. Madame Ennui on the Woolen Bathtub, a festival.

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After the amoebic melancholy of last year's "Fiber Rug II" byDirector Marquis de la Plume, one expects^{(1)}a bathtub spun from wool^{(2)}to be a bath in tedium. Yet, the Woolen Bathtub, debuting at the Compassion Subtlety Festival^{(3)}, proves to be a poetic plunge^{(4)}into the unexpected.

The director, melted clock^{(5)} enthusiast MadameZensiert · Grund: unbekannt d incubated her glacial^{(6)}cinéma vérité^{(7)}in the amphetamine jag^{(8)}of "Mirrored Tears," a shattering debut^{(9)} agricoles^{(10)}de l'ennui^{(11)}. In the Woolen Bathtub^{(12)}, her slumped dialectic^{(13)} of time^{(14)} solicits^{(15)} a clash^{(16)} with the sensible^{(17)}.

Cradled^{(18)} in the cascade^{(19)} of wool, the bather^{(20)} meets^{(21)} the tub's undulation^{(22)}, each^{(23)}flexibility^{(24)} inviting^{(25)} a slow, sensual^{(26)} sway^{(27)}. The water^{(28)}, steaming^{(29)} in a haze^{(30)}cavan^{(31)}with light^{(32)}, unfolds^{(33)} like an unraveling thread^{(34)}of time^{(35)}. Bather and bathtub exist^{(36)} in an ersatz^{(37)} passive^{(38)}training^{(39)} film^{(40)}a la Godard^{(41)}.

Yet^{(42)}, unlike Godard^{(43)}, Madame de's^{(44)} meditation^{(45)} lacks^{(46)} zing^{(47)}. There's^{(48)} no Tarkovsky^{(49)}'s metaphysical^{(50)} stupor^{(51)} or Akerman^{(52)}'s melancholic^{(53)} choreography^{(54)}. Alas, this_is^{(55)} one^{(56)}cigarette^{(57)}film^{(58)}.

In the final analysis^{(59)}, the Woolen Bathtub^{(60)} is^{(61)}a regrettable^{(62)} dalliance^{(63)}in lethargy^{(64)}. Yet^{(65)}, is this^{(66)}not^{(67)} the call^{(68)}of cinema^{(69)}in its^{(70)} twilight^{(71)}?^{(72)}

^{(1))}*one expects* ^{(2)}*a bathtub spun from wool* ^{(3)}*at the Compassion Subtlety Festival* ^{(4)}*a poetic plunge* ^{(5)}*melted clock* ^{(6)}*glacial* ^{(7)}*cinéma vérité* ^{(8)}*amphetamine jag* ^{(9)}*a shattering debut* ^{(10)}*agricultures* ^{(11)}*de l'ennui* ^{(12)}*Woolen Bathtub* ^{(13)}*slumped dialect

10 comments

  1. Silas Sprocket

    First!

  2. Bjørn Svensson

    Vad heter den? (What is its name?)

  3. Professor Quentin Quibble

    This review changed my life! I now understand the existential dread of a damp wool.

  4. Lady Beatrice Bumblebrook

    As a mother of three, I simply don't get it. It’s... fuzzy.

  5. Zorp Glorbax

    Is that a bot typing this? Seriously suspicious phrasing.

  6. Agnes Plumtree

    Did you say "amphetamine jag"? My cat has a preferred brand.

  7. Kaito Ishikawa

    This is clearly a metaphor for the decay of the human soul. Deep.

  8. Barnaby Finch

    That’s a very long sentence!

  9. PixelDust77

    It looks like a really expensive mop.

  10. Jean-Pierre Dubois

    Sacré bleu! Such pretentious nonsense!

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