Transmitted from the wastelands of late-night TV and decaying film reels.
🎞️ FEATURE PRESENTATION:
Beast of Yucca Flats (1961) — a film that moves like a fevered dust storm and sounds like a lost Cold War transmission. No sync sound. No plot coherence. But what it does have is Coleman Francis, whose brand of anti-cinema might just be the final frontier of outsider art.
🧠 COLEMAN FRANCIS: B-Movie Prophet or Cinematic Saboteur?
He didn’t make “bad movies.” He made refusals. His holy trinity (Beast of Yucca Flats, Red Zone Cuba, The Skydivers) are cinematic lullabies for the disenchanted. Long takes of nothing. Dubbed-over dialogue like broken intercoms. Characters drift through the frame like ghosts who forgot why they were haunting.
Francis doesn’t court your attention — he repels it, and in doing so, he frees you.
😐 BOREDOM AS RESISTANCE
In an age where everything screams for your attention, boredom becomes subversive.
Let Beast of Yucca Flats wash over you. Let the silence stretch. Let the grain fuzz your brain.
In this stillness, something cracks open.
You remember you're not a product. You're a person.
As Susan Sontag might've whispered while microwaving instant coffee at 3AM:
“To be bored is to be unmarketable. To resist engagement is to retain autonomy.”
🗒️ ZINE INSERT — The Gospel According to Coleman:
"Flag on the moon. How did it get there?"
The most haunting non-sequitur in B-cinema.
Interpret it how you will — it’s your boredom now.
💀 DOUBLE FEATURE CHALLENGE:
Watch Beast of Yucca Flats in one sitting.
No phone. No multitasking. Just you and the void.
Then write one paragraph on what didn’t happen.
Call it a meditation. Call it a mind cleanse.
Call it… resistance.
📡 Until next time, this is Buzz Drainpipe signing off from the Static Frontier.
Stay weird. Stay tuned. Dream in terminal green.
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