Tell me, love, who am I fighting for?
On the one hand, I am tired to the point where I want a refund on the entire concept of sleep and trying to write about a movie with a head full of tapioca—both mine and the movie's, really. On the other hand, ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch just presented me with the Kino Lorber Blu-Ray of the legendarily queer Technicolor noir Desert Fury (1947), which I have wanted to see for pre-pandemic ages, and I am enjoying the local hibiscus.
spatch just presented me with the Kino Lorber Blu-Ray of the legendarily queer Technicolor noir Desert Fury (1947), which I have wanted to see for pre-pandemic ages, and I am enjoying the local hibiscus.
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I have never seen that film, but what a cast!
Wishing you better sleep.
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Thank you!
I have never seen that film, but what a cast!
I read about it years ago, it never seemed to play TCM or any of the local theaters, and with profound injustice it came around on the Criterion Channel last summer while I was living with my parents and couldn't watch anything. It's always had something of the film maudit aura where I'm amazed it exists on home video at all, but I'm not complaining.
Wishing you better sleep.
And thank you!