Seeing old movies in a theater, I finally feel like I'm living somewhere civilized again (although there's nothing too promising on the radar). I saw this with Young Cookie, who observed that the script reads like something written by a less bright highschool screenwriter. I retrospect I'm not sure I totally agree, but while I'm not surprised I like it, it's pretty nutty the lengths to which people will go to laud something which would undoubtedly be shitted on if made today (as seen in the case of Showgirls, which as I've said before is less over-the-top than the average golden age script). Tourneur, as expected, excels at what he brings to the table, and Simon still strikes me as an incredibly gifted and unusual performer for reasons I'm not quite able to put my finger on.
The comparison's not exactly fair, but this time I was even more impressed by how much more ambiguous, mysterious, and haunting this is than Cat People. Not to mention creepy as shit. But of course I'm prejudiced toward the dreamlike tropical stuff.
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