very sensory; more of a taurus season film pick than i realized i was making.
sure, the titillation isn’t as titillating.
but every aesthetic account on instagram can eat their heart out on these static shots of gorgeous chrome ‘80s furniture, glitchy tv screens, art scene weirdos, cherries in syrup, kim basinger’s luscious mouth.
red as a sensual, feral, raw color gets absolutely exhausted here, from the opening credits to her post-sexual awakening red wool sack sweater. was color psychology super big in the ‘80s ?
i thought mickey rourke was james spader the whole time ?
perfect soundtrack perfect time capsule