Cruising ★★★★½

Every shot is like this crisp perfectly captured frame of environments and objects from concrete walls to leather rubbing up against skin. Blues and blacks taking center stage with greens occasionally seeping in. It’s dirty, dim, grainy, and dark but just precisely so. When things light up it’s to capture sweat sliding down lips, the heat that creates it, blood on faces, and neon creeping in and out of rooms. Sometimes the image looks as if it’s breaking at the seams, like it can barely hold together what’s attempting to be shown. The grit and grime of 1970’s cinema naturally moving its way into the excesses of the following decade.

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