Despite the fact that the second chapter catastrophically failed to satisfactorily conclude this story, and that certain things from the book (elided from this film) cast an unignorable pall over the whole thing (IYKYK, and you probably do), despite all that and against my better judgment I still really love this movie. While only being aesthetically connected to the 80s in the barest sense this truly captures the magic of those films and the era it is harkening back to.…

self-awakening - june, the beginning of summer. steamy and wrapped in humidity. everything in this film is wet ~~~ the streets, the windows, the people, their skin ~~~ dangerously erotic, but not pornographic. very little nudity or explicit sexual acts. no, the sensory pleasure is seen entirely in their faces, those agape mouths and twisted expressions of pure joy (and humiliation, sweet humiliation) ~~~ seeing those faces they make and understanding what they need.

repeated throughout the film are shots…