That’s right. One you’ve been waiting for.
“Heliogabalus”, Artaud reminds us in no uncertain terms, “behaves like a thug and an irreverent libertarian”. This bogus pomp sets the scene for a rollicking journey through the Gnostic festivals, hi jinx and orgiastic revelries of the scallywag anarchist himself, as he plunders his way through the Balkans, as only he can. And along the way there will be much theatre and poetry to be had.
“If Tony doesn’t get you with this title (and I know he will), The Premature Old Age of the Cinema will be hot on its heels in the Fall”, Susan Sontag, Sight & Sound.