If Dr. Caligari is somehow too mainstream for you, a queerer, kinkier alternative comes to theaters this month in the form of Flaming Ears. Originally shot in 8mm and restored in 2019 from a 16mm blow-up print, this avante-garde sci-fi film is set in the lesbian dystopia of Asche in the year 2700. But really, it takes viewers on a different sort of jaunt through time, back to the industrial nightclubs and underground sex dungeons of in the early ’90s—a setting that has all the fetish gear, nipple piercings, oversized wool coats and severe haircuts that an arty Sapphic pyromaniac like Volley (played by co-director Ursula Pürrer), one of the film’s three protagonists, could ever ask for.
Flaming Ears has an electrifying energy, a feeling that anything is possible as its trio of directors “form and mold their own language in order to express forms of queerness that hadn’t been given name yet,” as Mister All Sunday describes. Somewhere amid all the action-figure violence, close-ups of latex-clad crotches, and new genders being invented on screen, you might be tempted to ask yourself what it all means. In these moments, the words of Bem, who notes that this film is “so gender non-conforming, it forgot to conform to any structural principles.” You wouldn’t ask a majestic lioness to make you dinner, would you? Then don’t ask Flaming Ears to do something as boring as “make sense”.