An enigmatic warrior who marches to the beat of her own drum.
There isn’t a single interior space in this film that makes sense. There are walls, like, everywhere, but also everything is curved. The beds are in the center of the room and the couches stare off into the void. SEVERAL Gothamites have murals in their apartment. Painted murals. And there are about a million curtains. Curtains everywhere. This is called erotica.