OK I tried to post a negative review for this ugly little flick the other night and was rebuffed, perhaps deservedly so because of my choice of a profanity to describe the entire production. Allow me to try again.
I perceive no merit in the "mission" of this film. Surely, each literary whatever must have a mission. We are not out there in the universe without some compass. Where is this film's compass?
This puker would have us believe that a lifelong suppressed homosexual (widower, I do believe) has been transfixed by a single appearance of a hunk mediocrity in a softporn nothing flick. (As opposed to a yucko English flick of equally yucko standards.)
Is there no hope for forebearance in the modern (British) world? Would a tweed really trade it all in for world class, and, btw, unrequited, love.
I perceive no merit in the "mission" of this film. Surely, each literary whatever must have a mission. We are not out there in the universe without some compass. Where is this film's compass?
This puker would have us believe that a lifelong suppressed homosexual (widower, I do believe) has been transfixed by a single appearance of a hunk mediocrity in a softporn nothing flick. (As opposed to a yucko English flick of equally yucko standards.)
Is there no hope for forebearance in the modern (British) world? Would a tweed really trade it all in for world class, and, btw, unrequited, love.