So I really appreciate the level of work that was clearly put in here. You could, at the beginning, see that the people look anything but. And you humanize readily with the bright and cheerful, less creepy looking (marginally less creepy, anyway) Butch. It seemed a lot as if his customers enjoyed his glory days when he could "do it all"- But the moment he meets a limitation is the day he loses his 15 minutes of fame, and attention. After that, he's just... So desperate for attention. I'm personally scared and very easily disgusted by body horror and depictions of meat and viscera, but this was very emotionally poignant as well as it was depressing and sad and a bit frightening for its graphic depictions.
Edit: Ooooh right, I forgot you did Arnold Fossner!
If I may say- You outdid yourself in using a mixed media approach here. It was unsettling and jarring since the beginning, but it absolutely worked and communicated a different kind of 1930's era glamor, right until things got darker later, to where it almost took on a more surreal and grimdark tone.
Your work with these older male characters always tug hard on my pullstrings after they end up becoming screwed over by predictable or natural occurences and stumbling somewhere in their career, but reacting in extreme ways to compensate for their experienced losses (In this film, Butch decides to use an insanely large meat grinder to grind more meat to make a masterpiece, even though no one is around to see it. He becomes disfigured in the process, and recreates a crowd, possibly for.... emotional validation? I don't know, it seems like a lot, but I think it would be understandable that a human being would crave some basic glory while working such a basic job/career.)
I wonder what this theme could be called? Do you have any further insights on your work that you'd like to share with us all so that we won't miss it?