Balling the Junk

Summary

In the soot-choked back-alleys of a nameless port city, where rusted cranes crouch like gargoyles over mountain ranges of scrap metal, two brothers—one a reedy junk-poet, the other a hulking human wrecking-ball—hustle after a fabled cache of pre-war celluloid that supposedly contains the last known images of their vanished mother, a burlesque star who twirled tassels made of cinema itself. Their odyssey ricochets from black-market auction houses smelling of formaldehyde and popcorn butter to underground fight clubs where projectors whir like helicopter blades and every punch lands in a shower of technicolor dust. Along the way they barter with a blind archivist who stores memories in jam jars, evade a pair of gumshoe archivists turned hired guns, and strike a shaky pact with a mute contortionist who communicates only through expired newsreel intertitles. Each shard of recovered footage mutates the brothers’ own recollections: the mother’s smile warps into a flicker of sinister glee, the city’s skyline folds into a zoetrope of bombing raids, and the final reel—allegedly hidden inside a condemned drive-in rumored to screen movies for ghosts—threatens to splice their bloodline into the very strip of nitrate, dooming them to loop forever inside a grainy, crackling eternity.

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