This one has a shockingly young, skin-headed Gary Oldman banging around in a giant metal pot, and if that doesn't sell you on Meantime, then I just don't know what will.
It’s bad for society, and y'know, it’s really bad for men.
As gunslingers and sinners, they each need redemption, but they suck at going about it-- one moreso than the other, maybe, but they're both in trouble. And no, I'm not talking about the 2020 election (okay, I am, kind of).
Verger is an incredibly revolting character, but not because of his lewk.
That's right: Bram Stoker's Dracula directed by Francis Ford Coppola IS sexiness. Sometimes even surprisingly so, even though we are talking about the 1990's aesthetic colliding with one of the most sex-obsessed works of literature ever.
The POTUS is kind of an arrogant gambler of American lives, but Gary is scary!
You know who IS trying here, though? Gary Oldman. Gary Oldman is trying.
Something about this relationship made me think about Plato's The Symposium. Stay with me, here