It’s a self bronzer catastrophe!
Much tense!
I can see why the studio weren’t quite happy with this film. The tense maelstrom into depravity is difficult to parse — does the film really mean it (man), or is it a parody? Were the actors rolling around laughing while coming up with the “reefer” lines?
But anyway. It is awfully exciting.
Touch of Evil. Orson Welles. 1958.
Mudslide
I made this with totally the wrong sort of whisk{e,}y. It’s probably nice with a better brand.
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