Watching the complete filmography of XX isn’t just a marathon—it’s a séance. You sit down expecting a few viral hits and some early “cringe,” but what you get is a decade-long diary of someone who learned to weaponize their own obsession.
The filmography portion is where XX transforms from “internet personality” into accidental auteur . The early short films (2018–2020) are gloriously unhinged—DIY lighting, dialogue dubbed over by a phone recording of a phone recording. But around 2021, something clicks. You see the influence of Lynch in the static shots of a dripping faucet, and echoes of John Cassavetes in the three-minute argument about whose turn it is to buy oat milk.
Is every frame essential? No. Some “experimental” pieces are just XX forgetting to edit. But that’s the charm. This collection is less a gallery and more a fossil record of how one person learned to turn chaos into comedy, and comedy into something weirdly wise.
