At Long Last Love
At Long Last Lovei is an excellent musical of the 70s tradition. It stands quite well pars pro toto in representative explanation of why an' wherefore the 70s were, if not properly speaking cool, nevertheless way the fuck better than anything you can possibly aspire to in your narrow circle of today, let alone actually enjoy. It's like USAF bombers of the 40s exactly : quite far from excellent airplanes, but inasmuch as you're the Pacific islanders on goatsizedii postmarks lost in the Pacific... them tired old steel heaps are way the fuck better than anything your native mud an' bamboo shoots'll ever amount to. So there's that.
———- 1975, by Peter Bogdanovich, with Burt Reynolds (the faggoty mobster in Victor, Victoria). [↩]
- Hence Capri, get it ? [↩]
Wednesday, 24 February 2021
PS. The self-obvious (and painstakingly avoided) resolution for the situation is the millionare (Burt) ending up with both bitches : the short singer he was going steady with, and the tall hustler that just fell in his lap one day. And yes that means they've gotta eat each other out and everything else, what the fuck. Meanwhile the token ethno gadfly's only inasmuch a problem in that it appears the man's not interested (or in any need of, properly speaking) another valet, but he's on his way to whatever, Argentina, anyways.
Why can't these idiots make correct films as opposed to transparently tortured nonsense ?