S.O.S. Extraterrestria
The world as a plaything for a giantess from outer space. A Godzilla-imitation on the way to herself: the giantess from outer space in the streets of a big city, fooling around, producing destruction, copulating with the Eiffel Tower. An orchestra of big feelings, the melodrama, defamed in infantile sounds and absurd costume, in make-up-persiflage and grotesque body-art-performances. E.T. staggers through the night & the City, looks like Mimi Minus and grabs little projected human beings with her hand, just like the huge infatuated monkey of the horror genre. And the cinema of war and catastrophies watches with an...