could totally do without the fucking sunday school choir but geez, just rip my heart out why don't you
just achingly sad and tender and just
I want a hug
could totally do without the fucking sunday school choir but geez, just rip my heart out why don't you
just achingly sad and tender and just
I want a hug
total fucking nonsense in the good and the bad -- the star of the show is, of course, ms taylor's wardrobe, but the lady herself and her husband are both
prone to goodness (the latter much moreso)
aching, tiring, yet kinda pays off as something genuinely good in its climactic 20 minutes. for as much as I actively did not enjoy this for all of its intense silliness, I at least felt somewhat rewarded by the sheer power of The Monologue
tldr; camp!
Until the ending this is literally just a video game cutscene about a furry kid saying "grr let me join the military I want to help kill brown people too"