Watch-it-Pal 👻’s review published on Letterboxd:
Obviously i have made a mistake in life as i dont get out of bed at 11 to a sunbathed patio in a sweet smelling orchard , greeted by hot espresso.
The film itself is beautiful and whoever did the styling fucking nailed 80’s italian discotec but i cant help but feel a little Lolita about the whole thing.
The dad character was my favorite, the dialogue was amazing, but for a coming of age /sexual identity film it had an uncomfortable twinge of nambla sympathizing, no?
Like oh its such a greek play, etc.
but that IS how it usually goes right?
i know that there wasnt a dry seat in the house, the tension was well handled.
I guess ill have to think about it some more, with my walkman and psychadelic furs cassette.