It is but rivulets of space which color our curves in this slide across the polished floor. Stockinged feet and echoes of the Misty Monster: these remain our precepts. My bent shall concern film here: both the high art of celluloid and what shall be defined and explored as hotel cinema.
I have watched two films from Lindsay Anderson in the past five days. If. . . with Malcolm McDowell and The Sporting Life starring Richard Harris and Rachel Roberts. Both attempt to meld the priggish and the brutal with a surfeit of male shower scenes.
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