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Pretty temptations under every barstool and beer glass, but with a problem. Given the obvious overtones of being a Whitney Houston story that avoids namedropping (or even referencing) Whitney, this implies a sense of respect. Her voice was the moon and stars sprinkling over the walk of fame, and it carried the tragedy of a short life with hidden pride. So, what is respectful to Whitney and the women like her who suffered for their songs by making Beauty seem on…
Letters from broken homes. Easily dismissible as poor ensemble flexing, but this has adopted an off putting, mildly ‘Peaks’-esque soapy wash of melodrama. Watching rich people soak in their woes expresses something indubitably Sirkian. The clash of a flock of privileged people in truly dark, unstable spots. Campy from wall to illustriously mahogany-carved wall, churned straight from the gold of old dramas. It’s nothing short of beautiful that Anton was always on a different level, to the very end.