I’m starting to think this is karma for having anything good to say about Cuties (yeah, don’t @ me, I’m not really in the mood for people being angry at a disturbing film for being disturbing). First there was Red Rocket, which hinged on a grown-ass man’s sexual relationship with a 17-going-on-18 year-old, and now we have a film about a 25-year-old woman and her romance with a 15-year-old boy. I would much rather not have to write about this and spare myself the mental gymnastics… fucking hell, even the notion that something like this would require mental gymnastics on my part is already making me feel sketchy; I don't want this to turn into another Breath. And yet, beyond my usual routine of writing about every new film I watch, there’s still a certain fascination that makes me want to get my thoughts down on paper because, honestly, I really liked this movie.
