was ready to tune out when the ott violence of the second segment veers into tedious but then magic happens. a lost neon peering just outside the frame. pink & purple contouring matching the inside of the coffin. ten entire minutes of lascivious vampire dungeon dance to tina turner that are compelling in a really inexplicable way.
overcooked 70s ugliness not holding back on the homophobia, misogyny and sex worker shaming. and for what? an absolute slog and not even particularly satisfying style wise. david hemmings' (as the flamboyant homo photog sidekick to j philip law's charisma void) facial hair is a tragedy in itself.