When the system goes after a celebrated white male artist, the gloves come off.
The first thing we discovered that night was that Tucker Max is a self-proclaimed narcissist.
Dom looks for backup, but is left hanging in the cigarette smoke.
The orgy itself is both explicit and a turn off, the brothels from “Barry Lyndon” modernized.
Mum’s sexy in a “Happy Shopper” kind of way and laments the loss of her youth to parenthood.
This gradual transformation bears more than a little resemblance to the ‘body shock’ horror of David Cronenberg.
Even when Charlotte discovers that Humbert has only married her to remain close to Lolita, she still sees her as competition.
As the soldiers decide whether to take or not take the shot, a figure materialises from the shimmering haze.
Lisa is drawn as pretty, but her prettiness is allowed to simply be incidental, not her defining feature.
Tarantino is the master of the verbal set piece, manipulating the audience with a single sentence.