a tacky, stultifying eroticocainoir
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
As a soldier, one of the first things at which I excelled, according to the infallible eye of my drill sergeants, was marching and marching movements. As a white guy and someone whose idea of nightmare is dancing in public, I’m a proud member of Rhythmless Nation, but I can twist & turn on command at perfect stiff right angles in combat boots with the best of them, apparently. This, uh, skill led me to be selected for local funeral detail…