Malic Amalya & Nathan Hill
2016 / 7 minutes / USA / 16mm / live score
"Lying on the table, it was a banner telling the invisible legions of my triumph over the police. I was in a cell. I knew that all night long my tube of vaseline would be exposed to the scorn-- the contrary of a Perpetual Adoration-- of a group of strong, handsome, husky police men. So strong that if the weakest of them barely squeezed his fingers together, there would shoot forth, first with a slight fart, brief and dirty, a ribbon of gum which would continue to emerge in a ridiculous silence. Nevertheless, I was sure that this puny and most humble object would hold its own against them; by its mere presence it would be able to exasperate all the police in the world; it would draw down upon itself contempt, hatred, white and dumb rages."
-Jean Genet, The Thief's Journal (1949)
Caught in a system of confinement, surveillance, and restriction, a leather fag eludes the state by recalling his lover bathed in vaseline.
-MA & NH