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Chris Dobbs’s review published on Letterboxd:
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Laughed out loud at "I'm not a steak, you can't order me" and "I've got a body for sin and a mind for business." And fucking loved the soundtrack. But Jesus this movie is leery and rapey as hell. Harrison doesn't own a fucking couch? Jesus
The "finding herself" angle of this movie has not aged well. The way Griffith moves from one Hudsucker Proxy nothing-company to another without blinking. The way Sigourney gets fired by somebody that's not her boss. The way the camera zooms out at the end and she's another cell in the Excel sheet. These shitty drones are worse than your Long Island friends by a mile.
At least in Pillow Talk the woman is conscious when she's carried to a bed