hothouse of a film Querelle on Sunday night, meaning an insomniac grandmother in the suburbs of Spokane might've been switching between Lifetime and Rachel Ray reruns and stumbled upon Brad Davis getting plowed beside a preening Cockatoo. What a wonderful world!
the movie on DVD I recorded the airing because let's give TCM them numbers (I have no idea if they keep track of DVR recordings to be honest, but let's pretend they do) and watched the movie for the dozenth time last night. (See my two absolutely riveting tweets on the subject right here.) And now we're all caught up and can get to the mustaches!