Flaming Ears

The film is a bracing reminder of a time when queer artists weren’t necessarily interested in normalizing their marginalized community and instead reveled in transgression.

Whether you watch it as a formal experience, a twisted character study, or a commentary on 1990s Austria, Flaming Ears is a worthy addition to the canon of lesbian cinema.

A vision of queer utopia: a world where limited audience appeal isn’t a barrier to an artist’s imagination.

The film is as transgressive as it is tender, daring to imagine a future where queerness is not lived in the margins, but openly and without reservation.

I know you think that sounds fun, and it was at first, but the more it just accumulated in a heap, the less I cared.

Flaming Ears is a full-blown anti-romantic rebellion with a DIY creative quality that makes the world of the film a creative utopia even as it exists in a dystopian world.

A strange, surreal film that may as well have “destined for cult status” emblazoned across every frame, Flaming Ears is guaranteed to be unlike anything you’ve seen before.

If you’re fond of such 1980s cult objets d’art as Liquid Sky, Born in Flames, Population: 1, Forbidden Zone, and such, you may well find Flaming Ears is exactly the movie you had no idea you’ve been waiting for.