Cruising ★★★★½

I love how the duel meaning of the title (cruising for sex/cruising for a killer) is reflected in the two hyper masculine worlds that pacino occupies: the leather scene and the police force. both have uniforms, unspoken rules, coded rituals — and the potential for violence that hangs in the air of all-male spaces.

this is totally masterful stuff: the decadent wide shots of the clubs, the hitchcockian murder scene in the porn booth, the soundtrack, and especially the sense of hyper-reality — I could not believe the audacity of pacino huffing poppers til the screen turned day-glo.