Augustus Muller

When Paul (Chris Petrovski) refuses to leave, Benny's (Mat Vairo) easy night of sex and drugs takes a strange turn in this sixteen minute single take film exploring notions of male-on-male intimacy, sexuality and violence.

The act of penetration at its core is invasion, sometimes intensely and acutely desired and begged for and sometimes more complex. The sensation is intense and can be entirely changeable depending on the context in which the act takes place. This film is about invading and consuming. The monotonous, sterile mechanics of the fuck machine is hypnotic, the unwavering noise and repetition of movement that’s entirely oblivious to desire or want. It continues to thrust and fuck regardless.

The Runner follows a strange woman as she travels to a small town where her violent compulsions are slowly revealed.

To get into the mess and fuck in the wreckage. To give over to pure physical sensation and stare into the void of atrocity, oblivion. The body as machine - like a crashed car - of both powerful possibility and freedom and impotent, crumpled failure. Pain and pleasure heightened by the tension pulling at our own survival instinct.

The pull of the black square, the luminous screen, both a window and a mirror has been ever more persistent in our consciousness. Increasingly our presence only felt when mediated through a lens or an app or an algorithm, an intermediary of our existence. Creeping derealisation.

Wilhelm Reich’s mythical Orgone Accumulator: part science experiment, part esoteric fuck machine, part reverse glory hole.