BILL CRIDER'S POP CULTURE MAGAZINE
The only film I've bought for a few bucks on dvd to see if it was really as bad as I remembered from seeing on HBO circa 1979. Poor Hemingway sisters, particularly the elder. Not only a leering presentation of rape, but, as insult atop injury, a remarkably Philistine take on atonal music (albeit the composer is an insane rapist).
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