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It's the distance between the thing and Beloufa's ruinous plastic version, showing light through its facade of Sci-Fi film, Reality video, and trade show beauty. Belfoufa's distilled tropes and cliches we have come to culturally love in the fun cardboard playtime version of; enjoyability in the mastery of lubricating forms of cultural massage, mediums of libidinal and candied fun. We watch the sci-fi without the baggage of plot or anything really, just the wet surface of cold sci-fi, the gloss of display systems and fetish for the warm succulent life.
And see too: Timur Si-Qin at Carl Kostyál , Zak Kitnick at Clearing
