It’s wild that there’s a movie where a young Josh Brolin is a bisexual ATF agent who licks Patricia Arquette’s armpit — while his partner/husband (RICHARD JENKINS!) is downstairs tripping on LSD with Lily Tomlin and Alan Alda — and we don’t talk about that shit, like, all the time.
I’m almost embarrassed by how so much of this is in my gotdamn wheelhouse.
The following is what I wrote to my Nashville Scene editor Patrick when I told him I didn’t like it and he wanted to know why:
“How about I don’t believe one fucking minute of it? From the minute he beats off to gay porn (and then reads an essay his daughter wrote) to the one-note characters to the rapturous ending, the whole thing is hideously dramaturgic. Yeah, it’s fatphobic, homophobic, all that shit. But I’m most offended by how…
