thinking about the rolled up sleeves and stale nicotine, the arm hair peeping out at the wrist, the watches, socks, jackets, collars, the hungry desire, the gaze that makes you question everything, the translucent green eyes lowered onto lips, the kisses on the nape and fingertips on the steering wheel, the hot air and dark curls, the cuts, fades, steam, skin, the limbo, the oblivion.
A schlocky giallo about the ghost of Jeffrey Epstein, self-involved QAnon-types dehumanising real victims with their bullshit, and the intoxicating, empty power of shared lies. "The important thing is that we're awake." As someone who can't get enough of bastardized pastiche, I am obviously obsessed. EYES WIDE SHUT meets BLACK CHRISTMAS with dashings of SUSPIRIA and THE EXORCIST for good measure. "Anglophilia is one thing but pedophilia..."