I suggest you slip into something a little more butch.
For a movie so homophobic, it’s so glaringly... homoerotic. Tango and Cash’s repressed desire for each other so conisistently increases in tension that it feels like an absolutely intentional throughline — arguably culminating in Cash devising an exit scheme that requires him to dress up in full, beautiful, glorious drag.
Can someone please bring Stallone and Russell back together for a sequel where their love for each other is finally requited?!
Ferociously imaginative, out-there on a level just below surreality, and much more slow-burningly sinister than I was prepared for.
This is surprisingly uncompromising stuff, reaching deep into the conventions of the horror genre and pulling out something ugly, odd and unquestionably original.