Now that’s a picture
Everybody knows that the most beautiful souls maintain their individuality in the face of brutal leftist revolution by remaining above it all in the form of cheating on their pregnant wife and then writing poems about their ravishing mistress. I cried tears of rage when their mansion was requisitioned. I rended my garments when their country estate was boarded up.
Truly one of the most intolerably bourgeois stories ever put to screen. It stinks!
One of the more perplexing questions of our time is why we don't get more horny spacedoom.
edit to add thoughts I posted to twitter: I have some problems with this as far as it kinda contains multiple undeveloped ideas crashing against each other but it's important as a film about horniness in a technological-advanced society ratcheting up the fascism in the face of ecological collapse