thru this film discovered that my dad hates david bowie. get me out of this house
wonderfully gothic in every sense of the word; you can just feel the black velvet in the shadows of those arched ceilings, the 80s vocal reverberations, the cool, underwater blue of the light. dotted with a spate of vampire fetishisms (photographs, reflections, doves, churches, etc.) and renaissance-ian compositions, its certainly got some compelling images and a good number of poetic flights of postmodern association…
