New Coast, Same Great Taste | Logging films today, cause I may not get this oppor-fucking-tunity tomorrow
Heat (1995) for the girliepops - everyone say ‘THANK YOU, KATHRYN.’
New Coast, Same Great Taste | Logging films today, cause I may not get this oppor-fucking-tunity tomorrow
Heat (1995) for the girliepops - everyone say ‘THANK YOU, KATHRYN.’
Another comfort movie. Idc, these dumb dance montages of Patrick Swayze going for broke in his lil Cuban heeled shoes are camp as hell. I’m grinnin from ear to ear whenever I watch this one.
The people in my life whose taste I respect and defer to had already indicated this was not really worth the watch. My curiosity had to be indulged anyway. It felt to me like all of the parts of the modern Romantasy genre that I loathe. Anachronistic sets and costuming, spurious additions to the dialogue for the sake of leaning into the BDSM-lite allure of it all - ultimately, serving more as distraction and diversion from the alleged, press-tour-promised kinky…
A very intentional and pointed May Day rewatch.
(N.B. A beautiful, Modernist library as the central gathering place for unseen angels all around makes perfect sense to me.)