This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
When Olivia Coleman said “I like it when her tongue’s inside of me” me and the entire theater lost our minds and cheered.
I actually hate Nicholas Winding Refn for that racist stunt he pulled in Drive and for being a messy dude with really gross hangups with women-if you leaked his address to me, I'd key his car.
That being said, I love this beautiful, stupid movie. On one hand I want to give it some benefit of the doubt because I'm not convinced the dialogue isn't some sort of stealth-parody, but on the other it moves so earnestly between scenes shrieking…